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Ye Zichen looked at the floor in surprise. That's right. The 18th floor is their home.

"Go back and rest. I'll be right back." Han Muyun reached out and pressed the button for the elevator.

Slowly closing the elevator, Qin Yao gave Han Sifeng a reassuring smile.

It was already so late, and he still wanted to go out?

Could he be trying to see who was releasing the fireworks?

With a stomach full of questions, he walked home. Before he could take off his coat, he heard his cellphone's ringtone ringing in his bedroom.

It was yet another unfamiliar number. Han Sifeng frowned and picked up the phone. An unfamiliar man's voice came from the other end, "Han Sifeng, happy birthday. Do you like today's fireworks?"

Those fireworks …

Was it really for her?

Han Sifeng's heart tightened. He stood in front of the large window and looked at the brightly lit night, wanting to find that mysterious figure.

But she couldn't see anything.

"Who are you?"

"Hm, it's really because people often forget." Hearing the alert voice of the young girl, the man in the sedan lowered his voice and laughed.

The limousine reached the top of the mountain and overlooked the night scenery of the city.

On the table to his left were red wine and goblets. Sitting in the spacious car, leisurely enjoying the night, he was indeed a person who enjoyed himself.

From here, he could also see the fireworks in the distance.

That was a firework specially made for her, and it bloomed in the air above the entire city. It could be seen clearly from his appearance.

Han Sifeng searched his mind desperately for people he knew. This voice was very nice and elegant. If he had such a friend, he would definitely be deeply impressed.

"Sorry …" Are you sure we know each other? " Han Sifeng thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure out who he was.

Laughter came from the other side, carrying a hint of mysterious allure. "Do you like the presents?"

"A gift?" Han Sifeng immediately thought of that Ferris Wheel. Was it a gift from this mysterious person?

"Mm, it suits you." He chuckled again, his long fingers stroking the goblet as if stroking a lover's body. "What other Christmas presents do you want?"

"Who the hell are you?" Han Sifeng asked with greater vigilance.

This mysterious man, how did he know that today was her birthday, and even know her movements and phone number?

Could it be that her every move was being watched?

A chill went down her spine as she thought of Han Muyun's gloomy face. She couldn't help but nervously hold her phone and ask, "May I ask if you …"

"You actually forgot about me. You're the first." A proud and melodious voice came from the other side.

Du Yuan saw his master's joyful smile in the rearview mirror, as if he didn't mind being ignored by Han Sifeng at all.

"But it doesn't matter. We will meet soon. Are you looking forward to it?" Ouyang Yu's every move and every word carried a different flavor.

Like... Whispers of lovers.

Yes, he was a man born to be seen as his lover.

Whether it's a flirtatious attitude or an ambiguous look...

"Then... "Firework …" Han Sifeng was very nervous. Her life was between school and home, and she had never provoked any strangers.

Even in school, the chances of him talking to the opposite sex were pitifully small, because his domineering brother had taken all of his free time.

Who would go through so much trouble to customize a gift for her?

"The fireworks are beautiful, right?" Ouyang Yu's lips curled up in a smile as he gently sipped a mouthful of red wine. As long as he threw away the money and spent it on something, it would make a woman feel touched.

"It's also you …" Han Sifeng was even more curious to know who this mysterious person was.

"Do you like it?" Ouyang Yu asked.

"Why did you give me a present? Who exactly are you? " Han Sifeng bit his lips, still unable to think of who would give her this gift.

"When we meet again, I promise you that you will never forget me for the rest of your life. "Well, baby, good night." Ouyang Yu said with a smile as he kissed his phone.

"When will we meet again?" Han Sifeng really wanted to meet her right now and clear the doubts in his heart.

The last sentence was so familiar to him, but he just couldn't remember who it was.

"You seem to want to see me right now." Ouyang Yu laughed.

"Can I?" Han Sifeng immediately asked.

Tomorrow was Christmas, and she couldn't go out.

As long as this person remained hidden in the dark for a day, she would not be able to sleep well, nor would she be able to eat well!

"No." Ouyang Yu smiled again. "A good girl can't go out after 9 pm. Even if you think that way of me, you can't go out at night."

Han Sifeng was stunned.

This... Just who was it?

Being used to being an elder sister, he was not used to people talking to him like he was an elder.

However … Perhaps the other party really was an elder, a distant relative of hers who possessed the wealth and spirit to make such a precious gift …

But they had no relatives.

He had never heard of any distant relatives or friends.

"I need to sleep before ten. Alright, good night." Ouyang Yu said with a smile.

Han Sifeng held the phone and found that the phone had not been hung up yet, when he heard soft breathing from the other side.

"Hey, I'm waiting for you to say good night." After a long period of silence, a voice filled with laughter came from the other side.

"I will return your gift." Han Sifeng took a deep breath and said seriously, "Good night."

When Ouyang Yu heard the sound of the phone being hung up, the smile on his lips gradually disappeared.

In the past ten years, although he had been constantly paying attention to her growth, but … She was still very worried about whether or not she could accept herself.

Fortunately, she was a pure white piece of paper. If she was in his hands, she could describe the scenery she wanted.

The next day, Han Sifeng was awoken by the doorbell.

Faintly opening his eyes, he sat up under the blanket and realized that Han Muyun wasn't on his bed.

Looking at the clean bed, he didn't sleep last night?

With a burst of happiness in his heart, he hurriedly put on his home clothes and walked out the door.

"Is this Miss Han Sifeng's home?" A polite voice sounded.

"Yes." Han Muyun's voice was ice-cold, and it sounded like he was in a bad mood.

"This is a flower ordered by a mister. I'll trouble you to pass it to Miss Han for signing and receiving." The lackey said very politely.

Han Muyun frowned and looked at the words on the card, "Which mister is it?"

"I'm sorry, but this gentleman wishes to keep it a secret, so …"

"So, go back." Han Muyun rejected her with great displeasure.

Han Muyun rushed into the living room and ruffled his messy hair. He saw Han Muyun standing at the entrance to the hall, his figure standing straight and upright.

"Xiao Yun, what's wrong?" Han Sifeng walked to his side and saw a very courteous youth delivering flowers to him. He was holding a large bouquet of red roses and politely smiled as he waited for Han Muyun to sign.

"Someone sent you flowers again?" Han Sifeng was too used to him receiving flowers during festivals. She shook her head and prepared to go back to the bathroom to take a bath.

"Are you Miss Han? This flower is for you. " The little bro that sent flowers was in a difficult position due to Han Muyun's refusal. Seeing Han Sifeng walk out, he immediately said happily.

"Huh?" Han Sifeng stopped in his tracks. A gift for her?

Since she was born, she only took countless flowers for Han Muyun, but she wasn't given a single flower.

When he saw Han Muyun's expression, the corner of his mouth tightly pursed. His expression was unusually ugly, as if he could get angry at any moment.

Han Sifeng quickly walked forward and asked, "May I ask who ordered it?"

"This... "I'm not too sure either …" The youth that delivered the flowers handed the receipt to Han Sifeng. "Could I trouble Miss Han to sign it?"

Han Sifeng glanced at Han Muyun. He frowned as if he wanted to say something, but held himself back in the end.

Han Sifeng didn't want the youth to run around with a bunch of flowers in his arms, so he signed his name and picked up a bunch of roses.

Han Muyun sat on the sofa as he coldly watched Han Sifeng close the door, then walked over with a handful of flowers in his arms.

"Who sent the flowers?" Han Muyun asked as he saw her place the flowers in a one-meter-tall flower pot.

"I don't know." Han Sifeng was looking at a small card inside.

"You don't know? The name on the card is very intimate. " Han Muyun really wanted to throw that bouquet of flowers, but he resisted.

The name on the card was intimate — Baby, Merry Christmas.

If it was from his parents, he could still accept this form of address, but … Han Sifeng knew that they didn't have the time to care about him.

How could he give her a Christmas present when she wasn't even back for her birthday?

Furthermore, he hadn't even given Han Muyun a copy, so it was definitely not his parents.

This form of address was indeed too numb …

It's very much like someone's style...

"Han Sifeng?" Han Muyun stared at her and asked expressionlessly, "Did you hide something from me?"

Han Sifeng's heart trembled. She thought of that person from last night …

"This flower is so fragrant." But she wasn't sure it was the man.

Han Muyun's gaze was locked onto her face as he said in an uncertain tone, "Answer what I just said."

"I'm with you every day, what can I hide from you?" Han Sifeng asked.

It was best if she didn't tell Xiao Yun about things that she wasn't sure of, lest she make him even more annoyed.

On the other hand, Han Muyun had hidden a lot of things from her, which might have something to do with it.

"This is a gift from a man?" Han Muyun's tone sounded very much like he was confirming.

"I don't know." Han Sifeng was telling the truth.

If he was sure it was that person, then he wouldn't be so annoyed.

Then thinking back to last night's call, Han Sifeng hesitated a little, not knowing if he should tell her about that mysterious person.

She knew that if she said it out loud, she would definitely make Han Muyun unhappy.

At the very least, based on Han Muyun's current mood, he shouldn't add fuel to the fire.

"Then why would someone send you flowers? Is there even a need for such a disgusting form of address? " Han Muyun asked.

Wasn't this person in the same style as Xiao Yin? Had Han Sifeng secretly fallen in love with him behind his back?

"I don't know who he is, maybe... Maybe it's a prank. " Seeing Han Muyun's face, Han Sifeng was even more unwilling to have anything to do with that person last night, in case his volcano exploded.

Perhaps, this matter could be resolved privately, and there was no need to make Han Muyun unhappy.

Han Muyun took a deep breath and gently touched the purple crystal on his left wrist to calm down.