My Mysterious Husband

Pingan was stunned, "That sound is so familiar."

"Brother, don't let the candle burn out. It will explode." The voice sounded again.

Pingan snapped his eyes open, and before the song was finished, he quickly squeezed the two candles out with his fingers, and the small candle was less than five centimeters away from burning out.

Pingan's action surprised the crowd. "Shouldn't he be blowing out the candles? Why did he put out the candle?

Venus busily took Pingan's two small hands and nervously asked, "Does your hand hurt? How can you snuff out a candle with your hands?"

Pingan's gaze fell on his mother's belly, his expression serious. He wanted to tell his mom what he had just heard, but there were too many people here.

Kerry noticed his son's abnormality and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Pingan looked up at her father, then at the curious crowd, and suddenly said, "Dad, can you come with me to see Xiaobai? I want to bring him here to sing a song."

Kerry was confused, but he readily agreed, "Okay."

Pingan took his father's hand and walked out, and then turned around and said, "Please don't touch the cake until I get back."

Turning the corner to the toy room, Pingan said to Kerry, "Dad, I just heard my sister talking when I made a wish."

Kerry was shocked, "Sister? You mean the sister in Venus's tummy?"

"Yeah, she called me brother."

"What did she say?" Kerry asked, not suspecting at all that Pingan was lying because his son was much more powerful than his powers.

"She said not to let the candle burn out. It would explode."

"Are you sure that's what she

sure. She said it

Kerry turned pale and ran out to the living room quickly. If there really was something wrong with that cake, it would be too dangerous and

everyone. This cake is not to be eaten. John, take this cake away immediately." Kerry, not caring about the surprised looks of the crowd, ordered John to take

why, but by the look on Kerry's face, he knew there was something wrong with the cake. He let the two bodyguards lift the cake carefully, and walked out of the house.

the cake. Suddenly the man behind the cake was tripped, and the cake fell down at a 45 degree angle.

fast as a bolt of lightning directly to the cake that was sliding

time as fast as he could. He was able to freeze the time of an ordinary man, but he could not freeze

after him and finally saw him in

a small bomb with a lot of fuses attached to it. The bomb looked small, but

was obvious that the bomb was meant to take revenge on Kerry. In normal circumstances, when Pingan blew out the candles, he was surrounded by Venus, Xiran and Tianye. If something happened to one of them, it would be the heaviest

what should we do?" Pingan asked with a sad face as he

quickly transported them to the back of the rockery mountains farthest from the villa and placed them on a

this bomb?" Kerry thought. Suddenly, a man's face came to his mind. “Gavin is still alive?"

in his arms. Now the time in the villa was still standing still.

Be happy. It’s your birthday today, and you have a lot of friends over, so don't be downhearted, okay?" Kerry softly

was still worry in his eyes, "Dad, who is trying to hurt

will find that

Then everything went back to normal and

the cake was gone and were about to ask questions. John quickly realized that something must have just happened and

pretended

no one discussed what happened. Perhaps they didn't see Pingan move because he was so fast and

that cake was so beautiful, why can't we eat it?" A kid asked.

got a call from the bakery that the ingredients for that cake were not very fresh. I was afraid that children would have a bad stomach if they ate it, so I let John take it away."

to make a cake for him with ingredients that were not fresh. They understood that since Kerry didn't want

moment Pingan and Kerry left, Venus, Xiran and Tianye felt that there was something strange. Now that they heard this

my son's birthday, especially all of you children, and thank you for considering Pingan your friend.” Kerry, as the host, raised his glass