Rival roommate wants to be my boyfriend

Chapter 81

When the final exam was the last one, Cheng Yue's birthday also arrived quietly.

But he himself has long since put the matter behind him.

Since his parents left, he and his grandfather have been living together for ten years. Cheng Yue has no intention of celebrating festivals or even birthdays.

If it weren't for the QQ mailbox that sent a blessing early in the morning, he would have almost completely forgotten about it.

An Mingyu went home yesterday and said that Father An had something to do in the company and asked him to help.

Cheng Yue thought about it and cooked himself a bowl of long-lived noodles.

Sitting at the dining table and eating slowly, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Are you back?

He put down his chopsticks, but when he opened the door, there was a stranger standing outside.

Cheng Yue was stunned: "Did you find the wrong door?"

"No." The other party lowered his head to confirm the phone, and then handed him a bouquet of flowers in his hand, "Happy birthday to you, this is a gift from your friend."

Cheng Yue caught the flower, and the other party seemed to be in a hurry to leave the Matsushita family.

It is a very delicate pink rose.

There is also a card on it.

Cheng Yue turned around and took a look.

【Happy birthday to you! ——Li Shu. 】

He smiled, closed the door, took the flowers out of the exquisite packaging, and carefully inserted them into the glass vase on the dining table one by one.

Cheng Yuehao put the little card into one of his books and kept it.

Although he was a little surprised to receive Li Shu's flowers, Cheng Yue still couldn't hide the slight disappointment in his heart.

At first he thought... An Mingyu gave it to him.

Cheng Yue sat back at the dining table and finished eating the long-lived noodles, thinking about it.

The other party is probably busy, if you don't remember...it doesn't matter.

As soon as he washed the dishes and put them back, Cheng Yue received a call from An Mingyu.

He wiped his hands clean: "Hello?"

An Mingyu was a little noisy: "Mr. Cheng, what are you doing?"

Cheng Yue said truthfully, "I'm washing the dishes."

There was silence for a few seconds: "Have you eaten?"

Cheng Yue: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he asked again: "What about you? Are you still busy?"

An Mingyu seemed to change to a quieter place, and replied: "Not busy, but I haven't eaten yet."

"Is Mr. Cheng free now? Have a meal with me? I'll be downstairs soon."

Of course, Cheng Yue would not refuse such a simple request. After he agreed, he hung up the phone and quickly changed his clothes and went downstairs to wait for An Mingyu.

After receiving someone, An Mingyu was in a good mood.

Cheng Yue looked at him: "Is your father's affairs going well?"

"Huh?" An Mingyu blinked, "Why do you ask that?"

"Because you keep laughing."

Is it so obvious?

An Mingyu restrained herself a bit: "It went well, but that's not why I laughed."

Cheng Yue suddenly felt strange: "That's... because of what?"

An Mingyu didn't answer.

When we arrived at the hotel where we had dinner, and pushed open the door of the private room, Cheng Yue knew why.

The whole room was covered with balloons and ribbons, birthday hats, and several ways to say happy birthday.

Cheng Yue, who thought he was really just here for a meal, stood at the door, dumbfounded.

An Mingyu closed the door of the private room with a smile, and pulled out a chair: "Teacher Cheng, please sit down."

"Why such a surprised expression?" He laughed amusedly, "Why, do you think I will forget?"

Less than half an hour ago, Cheng Yue, who was still convincing himself that "it doesn't matter if An Mingyu doesn't remember": "..."

He looked at the cake with his name carefully prepared on the table, and pursed his lips: "I..."

An Mingyu made a sad look: "Do you really think I will forget? No way, Teacher Cheng."

"No..." How could Cheng Yue have the heart to say hurtful things under the premise that he had prepared so much, he quickly explained, "I, I haven't celebrated my birthday for a long time. Actually... I don't even remember this morning... ..."

An Mingyu was taken aback.

"Why are you always so painful?" He raised his hand and rubbed Cheng Yue's cheek, and he could roughly guess the reason why he didn't have a birthday, so An Mingyu didn't continue the topic.

He took out the lighter from his pocket: "Today I will give you the most memorable birthday for Mr. Cheng."

Then he went to light the candles on the cake.

Cheng Yue thought it was just an ordinary candle, but he didn't expect it to be two small fireworks.

The brilliant flames exploded in the air, lighting up Cheng Yue's face and eyes.

He opened his mouth slightly, surprised.

"Do you like it?" An Mingyu turned off the lights to make the scenery more eye-catching.

Only the light from the fireworks remained in the room, and a small circle of warm light enveloped An Mingyu and him in it.

Cheng Yue felt his eyes a little sore.

He took a breath before whispering, "I like it."

An Mingyu said "hmm": "Don't worry, there are more."

After the fireworks were set off, he turned on the light and handed the plastic knife specially used for cutting cakes to Cheng Yue: "Come here."

I thought he was just talking about helping to cut the cake. Cheng Yue is a good cook and a good knifeman. He stood up and easily cut a knife evenly on the top of the cake.

But the plastic knife landed at the bottom of the center and suddenly got stuck.

broken?

Cheng Yue was stunned.

He tried his best to press down again, but it still wouldn't move.

Looking at An Mingyu worriedly, Cheng Yue wasn't sure if he should tell him.

This cake may have been tricked into filling it with other things.

Cheng Yue pulled out the plastic knife and was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of a small red spot in the middle of the gap in the cake.

It looks... like a... gift wrapping ribbon.

The smile on the corner of An Mingyu's mouth widened: "Cut it."

Cheng Yue vaguely guessed something, and his heart beat faster.

He held the plastic knife again and picked out a piece of the cake along a small hard object in the middle.

Finally, behind a piece of white cream, what was hidden in the middle was revealed.

It's a square box.

Slightly smaller than a palm.

A box of this shape, in such an occasion, even a fool can understand what it is.

Cheng Yue bit his lower lip: "An Mingyu..."

The latter stood up, reached out to take the ring box out of the cream, wiped it with a tissue next to it, and then turned to face him.

The boy in front of him suddenly became shorter.

Cheng Yue subconsciously took half a step back to get out of the way.

Afterwards, he realized, and hurriedly bent down to help him: "An Mingyu...you don't have to..."

An Mingyu raised her head, knelt down on one knee, smiled at him firmly and intently, and then gently opened the ring box in Cheng Yue's sight.

Inside lay two customized pair of men's rings.

Cheng Yue had thought about giving An Mingyu a pair of rings to match the watches on their wrists, but he didn't expect that the other party would take the lead.

"Cheng Yue, I wish you a happy birthday." He heard An Mingyu whisper.

Then he said: "Boyfriend. Will you marry me? The kind that will be together for the rest of your life."

Cheng Yue almost took the pair of rings out of the box with shaking hands.

"Knot..." His voice trembled.

An Mingyu couldn't hide the joy in her eyes: "Stretch out your hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Cheng Yue had already put the ring on his ring finger.

An Mingyu laughed: "Mr. Cheng, how can I wear it for myself?"

Cheng Yue realized that something was wrong, and quickly wanted to put the ring down and withdraw it: "I'm sorry...I'm so, I'm so happy."

An Mingyu pressed his hand: "I've already worn it, don't take it off."

"...Okay, don't take it off." Cheng Yue also laughed with him, "Then I'll wear it for you."

A pair of rings paired with two slender hands is pleasing to the eye.

Cheng Yue helped An Mingyu up from the ground, and asked with a blushing face, "The ring is finished, can you give me another gift?"

The latter raised his eyebrows: "Here, what do you want?"

Cheng Yue closed his eyes: "I want you to kiss me, boyfriend."

An Mingyu pressed his forehead against him, and said in a low voice, "You called me wrong."

"..."

Knowing that he was shy, An Mingyu gently touched his lips: "I've already worn the ring, it's time to change my mouth."

Cheng Yue was really ashamed of this title, and finally called out once in a low voice.

An Mingyu felt itchy, rubbed his earlobe, and smiled lightly: "Well, my husband is here."