Chapter 1398 Bad Dad

Mu Beiting raised the corners of his lips, and glanced at Niannian's cake again, feeling more at ease.

Half an hour later, Mu Beiting had basically finished the work, turned his head and looked at Niannian's cake, and couldn't help but say, "It's so ugly."

Niannian's little face turned red with anger, and she glared at Mu Beiting angrily.

Mu Beiting didn't think it was enough to be unkind, so he hit him mercilessly again: "Wan Wan definitely likes me more."

"My~!" Niannian couldn't help retorting.

Mu Beiting pointed to Niannian's cake: "She doesn't like such an ugly one, just like he doesn't like you either."

Niannian pursed her mouth, her eye circles were a little red, and after a while she said angrily, "Bad dad."

The challenge was won, and Mu Beiting was in a particularly good mood.

Put on red cream, bowed slightly, and carefully wrote a line of words on the cake.

Happy birthday, wife. I love you.

After reading it, although the handwriting was not as beautiful as the pen, Mu Beiting couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Turning his head to look, the little ghost just smoothed out the cream and put some fruits on it.

"Do you want to help?" Mu Beiting asked.

"No!" Niannian had a stern face, obviously just 'hurt' by Mu Beiting.

Mu Beiting was about to say something more, when the phone rang.

After looking at the number, he motioned Shangwen to stay and take care of Niannian, then turned around and went outside to pick up the phone.

Nian Nian, who was still a bit listless, suddenly came to life, stepped on the stool unsteadily and turned his head to look out.

Seeing that Mu Beiting was making a phone call with his back to the door, he climbed off the chair all of a sudden, then dragged the chair to Mu Beiting's cake, and squinted his eyes with a smile. Thinking about something bad.

Seeing that Nian Nian climbed onto the chair again, Shang Wen stepped forward to give him a hand, and couldn't help but said, "Young master, what is this?"

"Shh~!" Niannian raised a finger.

Holding the tube of red cream that Mu Beiting had used just now, he propped up his small body and began to paint on the cake.

Shang Wen was very curious, poking his head and watching from the side.

After a while, Shangwen froze, staring fixedly at the tampered words on the cake, speechless for a long time.

Nian Nian crawled back to his own cake, speeding up his movements a bit, placing strawberries and marshmallows on the outer circle, and then wrote a few words crookedly with blue cream.

After finishing writing, Mu Beiting came back.

Niannian immediately climbed off the chair and blocked him from the door: "The box."

"Are you done?" Mu Beiting was a little curious.

"En." Niannian nodded earnestly, her big watery eyes were innocent and clean.

Shangwen couldn't help touching his nose, lowered his head and remained silent.

Mu Beiting obviously didn't think much about it, he turned around and asked the boss to come in and pack it.

The boss packed Mu Beiting's cake first, but was just about to put the cake in a box. When he saw the words on it, he was stunned for a moment.

Subconsciously, he glanced at Mu Beiting, then immediately lowered his head and packed the cake quickly.

Mu Beiting frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

After another glance, seeing that the boss was seriously packing his son's cake, he didn't feel anything wrong.

The boss looked at the words on the Niannian cake calmly, thinking in his heart that Young Master Mu would not be beaten to death by his wife tonight.

One big and one small turned around and left with two cakes.

Passing by the flower shop, Mu Beiting picked out another bunch of bellflowers, and Niannian picked out a bunch of roses.