"I haven't paid much attention to it." Ye Jiaqi sneered, "I've never been very fond of these things, and there's nothing special about them."

"What about ten or twenty years old? You don't like it either?"

Ye Jiaqi's lips moved but did not speak.

A certain nerve was touched by Zhuo Yuanhang's casual words, her twentieth birthday... She had taken a fancy to it, but now, she only regrets it.

"Mr. Zhuo, what about you? Do you hold a birthday party every year?"

"I'm not a person who likes fun too much. Just like you, I don't pay much attention to birthdays and never celebrate them."

"Really? Then we're pretty much the same." Ye Jiaqi changed the topic again, "Mr. Zhuo, let's just pass this company today. I don't feel like there's anything we can fight for."

"Okay, pass."

Zhuo Yuanhang drove Ye Jiaqi to the hotel.

In the suite, Ye Jiaqi rummaged through the clothes in the closet. Since she was going out to work, she didn't bring many beautiful clothes, most of them were business attire.

She had no choice but to choose a less formal dress, a light white floral dress with goose-yellow flowers on it. She tied up her hair, changed into a pair of round pearl earrings, and a pair of white flat leather shoes.

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Looking at himself in the mirror, Ye Jiaqi was quite satisfied with himself.

Zhuo Yuanhang also changed into a relatively casual blue suit and accompanied her out of the hotel.

"Where do you want to eat? The downtown business district or Chinatown? What do you want to eat?" Zhuo Yuanhang asked her several questions in succession.

Ye Jiaqi thought for a while: "Let's go eat pickled fish? I haven't eaten it for a long, long time. I know that Mr. Zhuo, you are not intolerant of sour and spicy food and you are not picky about food."

As Zhuo Yuanhang's secretary, she must be well aware of her boss's living habits.

"Are you sure you want to eat something so heavy for your birthday?"

"Well, let's try it and see if the pickled fish here in Chinatown is better or the one in Chicago."

"If the food here tastes good, what are you going to do?"

"If the food here is delicious, then when Mr. Zhuo comes to New York on a business trip, will you bring me one?" Ye Jiaqi joked.

"Today is your birthday, and I will satisfy any request you have."

Ye Jiaqi smiled. The bright lights outside the hotel just shone on her fair face. In the wind, she looked graceful and gentle, and there seemed to be a bright light in her eyes.

"Let's go." Zhuo Yuanhang took her to the parking lot, "I'll pass by the cake shop later and buy you a cake."

"No……"

"Don't refuse." Zhuo Yuanhang didn't give her a chance to refuse.

The sky is not completely dark yet, and there is still a sliver of light on the horizon that has not been obscured by the darkness, but the street lights have been turned on throughout the city, and vehicles are coming and going on the road in an endless stream.

Zhuo Yuanhang does what he says.

When the car was driving halfway, he got out of the car and went to the cake shop to buy a cake and a handful of perfume lilies.

As soon as he got in, the car was filled with fragrance, which smelled very good.

He put the flower in her arms: "Take it, it goes well with your clothes."

"Thank you Mr. Zhuo."

"Thank you for what." He frowned slightly.

Chinatown has already been decorated with lights and brightly lit. At first glance, it is full of people. If you are not careful, you will be hit.

As expected, there are many traditional performances on both sides of the street, such as walking on stilts, setting off lanterns, water sleeve dances, opera... It's not all that interesting, and the atmosphere of the Chinese Valentine's Day is very strong.
Chapter completed!