Gift? Yan Sheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yan Shenyu in a daze.

    "Ah yes, I forgot to prepare a birthday present for you." Yan Zhengang came over again, followed by brothers and sisters Yan Yu and Yan Weiwei.

    Xu Jingshu also put down the tableware and came over: "Sorry, I was so troubled by Yan Shenyu, I forgot that you are the protagonist tonight."

    Yan Shen retorted in a vigorous voice: "If you didn't press me, how would I have done it? Fall?"

    No one paid any attention to him, and the family of four went to the storage room behind the living room and pushed a cart out. It is filled with exquisite gift boxes of different sizes, like a hill built together, there are as many as 100 by visual inspection.

    Yan Sheng stood there, with deep confusion in his eyes.

    He knew it was a gift, but how come there were so many?

    "This is a gift we couldn't give before," Yan Shenyu's voice came from behind, without the previous ridicule, "The past cannot be changed, but we want to make up for it as much as possible. I'm glad you can give it to us. This opportunity."

    Yan Sheng stared blankly at this scene, he took a deep breath, and his pale lips pursed tightly.

    "Yan Shenyu's rules are very strict," Yan Weiwei complained. "You must also give yourself a birthday present that matches your age."

    "This is a present for you from 3 to 24 years old," Xu Jingshu stood beside a pile of gift boxes. Said, "As for your 1st to 2nd birthday, I didn't know you at that time, so I didn't give you a gift."

    "I was born when you were 7 years old," followed by Yan Weiwei's voice, "so I gave you a gift. Your gift started when you were 7 years old."

    Yan Yu: "You know my style, and I also gave you gold when you were 2 years old."

    "Sorry," Yan Zhengang wanted to say a lot, but in the end it just turned into a sound With a deep sigh, he raised his hand and patted Yan Sheng's shoulder, and said with pickled noodles, "I've been sorry for you all these years." Looking at him with

    kind eyes, Yan Sheng suddenly retreated as if he saw some kind of beast. one step. But he soon realized that his reaction was abnormal, and clenched his fists quickly, forcing himself to stay where he was.

    "Thank you," he forced himself to look up and said in a grateful tone, "Thank you very much for the gifts everyone has prepared, thank you!"

    "It's fine if you like it, I..." Yan Zhen just took a step forward and wanted to say something, but Yan Sheng left without waiting for his reaction, leaving Yan Zhengang and everyone looking at each other.

    "What's his reaction?"

    "We should be successful, right?"

    "Should we?" "But

    why doesn't he seem happy at all?"

    Yan Zhengang was not at ease: "I'll go out and see."

    "Don't go," Yan Shenyu said on the ground, "He's so big that he won't get lost, let him stay for a while."

    Yan Zhengang showed hesitation, but in the end he didn't follow.

    Behind the monitor, Jiang Xulin reminded the following camera: "Don't get lost, his reaction now is the key."

    Camera: "But he has already run out."

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