Chapter 649

"Su Mo Han You just said to eat first Ye Fei looks at the man who is gradually approaching her.

"Then wait for ben to eat less." Su Mo Han picks eyebrow to open a mouth, big hand skillfully unties leaf imperial concubine's clothes.

In the end, ye Fei didn't have dinner that night. When Su Mohan asked the maid to bring some dinner, she couldn't wake up and frowned and waved his hand to one side.

The next morning, ye Fei gets up from the bed with a pair of panda eyes on her, and she can't help kicking her feet. As a result, she makes herself weak and doesn't want to lift her legs.

Su Mo Han is still lying on the bed motionless, even his eyes are not open, directly reach out to Ye Fei to his arms: "in the morning, I have a bad temper."

Ye Fei looked at the clock on the wall and struggled to get up: "get up quickly and go to class."

"Today, Saturday." Su Mohan recaptured her.

Ye Feiyi was stunned and thought for a long time that it was Saturday. No wonder he brought himself here last night.

"Su Mo Han, have you ever written love letters to anyone else?" Ye Fei opened her mouth with a flat mouth. As soon as she thought about it yesterday, she began to think about it. She broke off her fingers to calculate. Su Mo Han even confessed to her for a few times, let alone love letters!

Su Mo Han silent no response, love letter? What the hell is that?

"Hello, Su Mohan! I'm talking to you Ye Fei frowned and opened her mouth. I don't know if it was because of overdraft last night, which led to soft voice.

Su Mo Han still ignored her, closed his eyes as if asleep.

The leaf imperial concubine Du Qi mouth turns round, dissatisfied back to him.

Su Mohan slightly opened his eyes and took a look at her figure. He had a headache. What would he do with her?

"angry again?" Su Mohan opened his mouth close to her small face.

Ye Fei glanced at him and said, "if you don't write to me, I'll take it back. Anyway, someone will write it to me."

Su Mo Han squints at Ye Fei in front of her: "OK, I believe there must be many women willing to give this little hand washing soup, knitting two sweaters or something."

"Dare you Ye Fei bit her lips and glared at him.

Su Mohan released his pillow and did not speak.

"Look for it! It's better to find a hundred and eighty! " Ye Fei's gas is not light, and kicked his two feet, barefoot son ran from the bed to the bathroom.

Su Mo Han looked at her back and sighed. She sat up from the bed, grabbed some messy hair, and finally got up and sat down in front of the desk.

After searching in the drawer cabinet for a long time, he did not turn out a piece of paper that looked better. He simply drew out a piece of white paper and put it in front of him.

He pulled out his pen and stared at the white paper in front of him for a long time, but he didn't write a word. Until a drop of ink fell from the pen because of too long time, the blank paper without a word was so invalid. It was gathered by a man and thrown out from the window on the roof of the building without morality.

After drawing out a piece of paper again, Su Mohan took out his pen again and slowly wrote down three words: dear.

Damn it!

Su Mo Han stares at the above three words, how to see how it feels awkward, inexplicably ashamed of panic, and immediately throws the paper into a ball from the window.

After thinking about it for a long time, Su Mohan had a headache. He simply buttoned up his pen and lit a cigarette, so he sat at the table for a long time.