Yu Siqiao was not in a good mood today, but when his eyes touched her flower-like smile, the gloom in his heart was always shrouded in his heart, as if he was clearing the clouds and seeing the sun at this moment.

Yu Siqiao's heart seemed to be ironed by her brilliant brilliance.

His face became much softer, and when he walked over, Yu Siqiao asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"Baking biscuits!" Mo Shu took off his gloves and turned his head to look at Yu Siqiao, "What's wrong? Why are your eyebrows frowned?"

Mo Shu raised his hand, raised his head, held up his face, and smoothed his brows, "Are you unhappy?"

Yu Siqiao leaned over and pecked on her lips, "No, why are you baking biscuits for?"

"You guess?" Mo Shu's eyes were filled with a smile and he quickly turned around, "Have you forgotten what day it was?"

What day is today?

Yu Siqiao suddenly thought of Qin Fusi's serious warning some time ago: If a woman asks you very well, have you forgotten what day it is?

But you don’t know what day it is today, then you... are finished.

The solution is as follows: first break the topic, and then try it indirectly.

Mo Shu was wearing a loose skirt. Because her belly was too big, it looked a bit inconvenient when she walked straight, but she had an indescribable harmony and neatness in her every move. Her movements were smooth and graceful, and she looked so agile that except for that belly, everything else was no different from her usual.

Just being busy like this is very pleasing to the eye.

Yu Siqiao thought about it carefully and guessed: "The first month after your birthday?"

Mo Shu: "..."

Yu Siqiao: "Is it the anniversary of our understanding?"

Mo Shu glanced at him disgustedly, "No!"

"Um..." Yu Siqiao glanced at the wedding ring on his hand, "We are married... for half a year, anniversary?"

Mo Shu was amused by him, "What is the anniversary of half a year of marriage? No!"

"That's the day when you first confessed to me?"

Mo Shu glared at him angrily, "Why didn't you confess to me?"

Yu Siqiao smiled, "But it was clearly what you confessed to me first."

"That doesn't count," Mo Shu picked up a biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth, "Think about it!"

After eating Yu Siqiao, he found that the taste was very good, "Delicious~"

Mo Shu couldn't help but curl up his lips, "Did you think of it?"

Yu Siqiao's eyebrows were twisted into eight characters. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head.

Mo Shu turned around, opened the refrigerator, and took out a cake.

The cake is exquisitely made, and it can be seen that it is carefully made.

There was a piece of white chocolate on it, which was placed on the top, and a line of words was written on the chocolate: Happy birthday to the prince!

Yu Siqiao felt something was boiling and it was out of control.

Mo Shu held the cake he made with his own hands and looked at him expectantly, "Happy birthday, my husband."

Yu Siqiao faced her bright and clear eyes, and his heart was hot. He looked at the cake for a while, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said, "I forgot it myself."

"So I'll help you remember!" Mo Shu's eyes were curved, like crescent moon. "I am the only one this year. Next year, I will teach the babies to sing this song: Happy birthday, Happy birthday, Happy birthday, Happy happiness and health, and Happy birthday~"

Yu Siqiao felt like a pot of boiling oil was suddenly poured into a basin of cold water.

Blasted!
Chapter completed!