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Thinking of this, a hint of pity and pity appeared in Bai Mo Chen's eyes as he looked at Huo Sheng.

It was as if he felt a strange gaze falling on him.

Holsham looked up, his sharp eyes meeting Bai Moyan's pained gaze.

Unexpectedly, his gaze met Holt's gaze, causing Bai Mo Lian to look away in embarrassment.

On the side of his incomparably handsome face, the corners of his mouth curled up into a slight smile of unknown meaning.

Was he seeing things?

Bai Mo Chen looked at him with a gaze filled with love and pity?

Was it because of what he had just said?

However, he did not feel moved at all. Instead, he felt a strong sense of irony.

Wasn't it all thanks to the defeat of her family that he became like that?

Bai Mo Yan wanted to find a topic to ease his awkwardness, so he casually asked: "Does Boss Huo only live alone? Is Director Huo's parents abroad? "

Bai Moyan was indeed curious about this question.

However, this question from Bai Mojiao caused the expression on his face to turn even more unsightly. In truth, there were no excessive changes in his expression. However, his eyes that had abruptly turned cold and the cold aura that exuded from his body could be felt by everyone.

He was not satisfied with this question.

"My parents died a long time ago." He could not hear the emotions in his voice, so he could only reply calmly.

Hearing Huo Sheng's reply, Bai Mo Chen's heart skipped a beat.

She did not expect that his parents had died a long time ago …

Knowing that he might have mentioned the grievances of Holt, Bai Mojiao was worried that he might get angry. He was so scared that even his voice began to tremble.

"Yes. Sorry, Boss Huo, I … "I don't know. Please don't be angry."

Upon hearing this, Holt only pursed his lips slightly. His tone appeared to be slightly suppressed, giving off an indescribable feeling of seduction.

"Why should I be angry? After all, the person who killed my parents … It's not like you. "

For some unknown reason, when Bai Mojiao heard these words from Holt, he felt that he was pointing at something.

But what exactly was he referring to? Bai Mojiao was also unable to understand. He felt that perhaps he was overthinking it.

The atmosphere was eerie. After a simple dinner, Holt stood up.

"I'm going up to work. If you're done, just leave."

With that, Holt's tall figure turned and walked toward the stairs.

Bai Mo Yan took the used bowl and chopsticks back into the kitchen and washed them before putting them back on the table.

By this time the cake had been baked. He took out the cake and carefully sprinkled it with cream, fruit, chocolate and other ingredients. He also made some flowers to decorate it with.

Half an hour after the cake was ready, the white, smeared cake was put in the box he had bought and left Holt's house.

After returning to the residential complex, a black sports car drove past Bai Mojiao's side.

Although it was just a glance, Bai Mo Chen was able to see the car's brand and model. After all, a sportscar like that was really too special.

No more than three cars in the whole of China, right?

It was just such a luxurious sportscar … Why would they appear in an old-fashioned area like this?

Bai Moyan was puzzled, but he couldn't think of a reason. When he thought about how he wanted to surprise Luo Xiaoye by making the cake, his footsteps became lighter as he walked towards his home.

When Bai Mo Chen returned home and opened the door, he saw Luo Xiaoye in the living room. When he saw Bai Mo's return, his face revealed a frightened expression.

"Little... Xiao Yan, you're back. "

Luo Xiaoye could only heave a sigh of relief in his heart. It was fortunate that Bai Moyan had returned now. If he had been two or three minutes earlier …

Bai Mo Xie could feel that something was wrong with Luo Xiaoye. His small white face was covered with an unnatural redness.

"Little Ye, what happened to you? Is there a fever? "

Luo Xiaoye shook his head: "No …. "That's not it..."

Noticing the hands of Bai Mo Lian behind his back, he could not help but change the topic.

"Xiao Yan, what are you holding?"

At this point, Bai Mojiao no longer bothered with the previous topic of conversation. Instead, a pleasant smile appeared on his face. "Guess."

Luo Xiaoye pouted slightly as if he was acting spoiled: "How could I have guessed!"

Bai Mo Chen decided not to keep up the suspense and took out his hands from behind his back. On his left and right was a large cake box.

"The birthday cake I prepared for you with my own hands."

"Wah!" Seeing the cake box in Bai Mo Xie's hand, Luo Xiao Ye's bright eyes instantly widened.

"I thought you didn't remember Xiao Ran …"

After all, when Luo Xiaoye asked Bai Moyan yesterday, Bai Moyan said he didn't know.

Unexpectedly, she remembered and even secretly prepared a present for him.

Thinking of this, Luo Xiaoye's eyes were filled with a layer of mist from being moved.

"How could I not remember? You are my only friend!"

To Bai Mo Yan, Luo Xiao Ye was a very important existence. If not for meeting Luo Xiao Ye, her optimism and kindness would have infected her, allowing her to gain strength and encouragement in such a dark time.

Otherwise... Bai Mojiao felt that he would not be able to hold on, right?

He opened the cake and saw that the work inside the box was very exquisite. It was practically the same as the cakes sold in the bakery outside. Luo Xiaoye could not help but praise it.

"Xiao Yan, aren't you too amazing? Did you really make this yourself? "So beautiful!"

Hearing Luo Xiaoye's praise, a happy smile appeared on Bai Mojiao's face.

"In the past, I was bored, so I really liked cooking these things. Actually, I didn't do it well. However, it's fine as long as you like this gift, Little Ye."

Luo Xiaoye nodded his head heavily: "Of course I like it! Xiao Yan, you made this for me! This is the first time that I've received such a sincere gift. "

Bai Moyan helped Luo Xiaoye insert a candle and said, "Blowing the candles and making your wish."

Luo Xiaoye clasped his hands together and closed his eyes. He sincerely made a wish in his heart and blew out the candle.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Holt came down to the kitchen for a drink of water.

When he passed by the living room, he suddenly saw something on the tea table.

He walked over and saw a small cake on top of it.

There was a note under the cake.

The paper was covered with white ink and was written in delicate and exquisite calligraphy.

"Thank you, Director Huo, for lending me my oven. It's a disrespectful little gift."

The cake was very small and would probably be finished in a few bites, but it was beautifully crafted. There was even a red cherry placed in the middle of it, looking so beautiful that it looked like it could drip at any time.

Holt, who had never eaten sweet food and did not like eating sweet food, subconsciously reached out and picked it up.

After taking a sip of the cake, the fragrance of the cream entered his mouth in an instant.

A strange light shone in his eyes.