Worrying about everything is your own delusion.

Today is her birthday, and it is her adult ceremony, she is no longer a child.

Vanity gritted her teeth and plucked up the courage to say, “Brother...you... me... where’s my birthday gift?”

In a word, she wanted to slap herself in both slaps.

Say it well, say good to solve the problem in an adult way?

At the crucial moment, dare to ask a birthday gift...

Vanity looked up cautiously, and when she looked at his gentle eyes, her heart trembled slightly.

He is this...

“Come with me.”Van Gogh's mouth was light, reaching out and holding Vannie, avoiding everyone, and going all the way.

Turn to the lobby of the hotel, swipe into the elevator, press the top floor.

Vanity's dress today was a little long, she was holding her hand by him, and one hand was still nervously holding her skirt, waiting to go back to God, and seeing that Van Gogh was going to take her to the hotel room, her eyes blinked with a confused eye.

Isn’t that the script she had planned?

She was still worried about how to trick him into the hotel room, to create the opportunity for two people to get along alone, and to ask her the answer they wanted.

It was at a critical moment that he took him to the grass.

Why is he going up with him now?

The space in the elevator was a little small, and Vannie suddenly felt a little dry because of her own creek.

The small deer in his heart cluttered, and the unspeakable groaning, "ding", the elevator arrived.

She could not help peeking at Van Gogh, and seeing nothing from his face, Vanney could only follow him forward until Van Gogh took her to the last presidential suite in the hallway.

With the card in his hand, he opened the door.

“Do you want... to go in?”Vanity stood at the door, licked her lips, and asked in a low voice.

“Don’t you want a birthday present?”Right inside.”Van Gogh smiled and pushed open the door, saw that she was still standing, first step in, and then pulled her, strode to the bedroom.

“Wait a minute...”

Vanity saw the big bed in the room, walking.

She was beating a little faster now.

Lonely men and women in a room.

She turned around and there wasn’t even a gift box in the room, and he said the birthday gift wouldn’t be... was it himself?

“Oh, he—”

Vanity walked to the window, Van Gogh alone walked to the window, reached out and pulled the curtains of the bedroom floor window.

The bright moonlight outside the window, through the glass window, sprinkled on the floor, with a faint glitz.

“Vinnie, come here.”Van van Gogh bathed in the moonlight, like a prince, extending his hand toward her.

Vanessa was still thinking, and saw the hand he stretched out toward himself, and her heart shook.

She had forgotten how long he had looked at her with such a petent look, so affectionately shouting her little name.

Fanny did not have time to think, and her feet had instinctively stepped forward and walked up to him.

As soon as he spoke, Van Gogh suddenly held out a hand and covered her eyes.

“Brother...”

Vanity had just shouted, and Van Gogh had already "shushed", and then gently pulled over her body, making her face the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the voice was low and full of magnetism: "Ready?"

“What?”Vanity is stupid.

“Your birthday present.”The word van Gogh fell, and the hand that covered her eyes, suddenly took it away.

Fanny's attention was still in his hands, blinking unsuitable, and then, seeing something flashing through the window, froze.