Only I Understand His Tenderness

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<Only I understand his tenderness

Chapter 62
Ming Zhu and Lu Zhuo Feng arrived at the entrance of the shopping mall.

She was still in a daze.

She looked up at him and said, "Is this where you want to take me?"

Lu Zhuo Feng put his arm around her shoulders and looked down at her, "Is it weird?"

Ming Zhu nodded, "A little bit, I thought you never went shopping."

Lu Zhuo Feng laughed, hugged her and walked in.

He stopped in front of a certain brand counter.

The counter lady greeted them warmly: "Sir and Miss, what do you want to see? A necklace or a ring?"

Ming Zhu's heart skipped a few beats, and she suddenly looked up at him.

Lu Zhuo Feng pushed her hair behind her ears, lowered his head and said in her ear: "Pick the one you like. It's your birthday in two days. I can't take a vacation, so I'll make it in advance."

Because her birthday falls in the same year as the anniversary of Xu Rui's death, Ming Zhu stopped celebrating birthdays when she turned 17.

She commemorated Xu Rui in this way and refused to celebrate her birthday again no matter how hard she tried to persuade her.

Every year, Tang Xin and You Huan's birthday gifts would be delivered to her one or two days in advance, and then they would have dinner and cut the cake together.

Every year on her birthday, her grandma would cook her a bowl of longevity noodles, and she would forget it.

Lu Zhuo Feng also knew these things.

Lu Zhuo Feng rested his elbows on the glass counter and stared at the ring counter next to him for a few seconds.

Ming Zhu followed his gaze and for a moment really thought that he was going to take her to buy a ring. Soon, His eyes turned back and fell on the necklace in front of him.

Ming Zhu lowered her eyes and saw a small pendant, which was a bit special, a bit like a bullet.

"I want to see this."

She pointed to the pendant.

The counter lady quickly took out the necklace and said, "This is our new model."

Ming Zhu held the bullet in her hand, and Lu Zhuo Feng put his hand on her shoulder, looking down at her: "Do you like this?"

Ming Zhu put the pendant in the palm of her hand, "It's a bit like a bullet, right?"

Lu Zhuo Feng glanced at it and saw that it was indeed a bit similar, but the bullet head was not so delicate.

He asked: "Like it?"

She nodded: "Yes."

Lu Zhuo Feng bought the necklace.

Back at the club, Lu Zhuo Feng parked his car in the special parking space at the entrance.

The location was quiet.

Ming Zhu took out the necklace and looked at Lu Zhuo Feng, "Is this a birthday gift?"

He hummed lowly.

Ming Zhu handed him the necklace, took off the scarf, turned to face him, "Put it on for me."

Lu Zhuo Feng leaned forward, letting her lean on his chest, and lifted her long hair to reveal her slender white neck.

His eyes dimmed, and he raised his hand around her head, pinching the small buckle left and right , all the warm breath sprayed on her skin, his fingers brushed the back of her neck several times, and Ming Zhu trembled: "Are you ready?"