Chapter 652

I've been receiving love letters all my life, OK? When did you write love letters to others

Although she thought like this, the more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt, because although she had been receiving love letters all the time, how could su Mohan, a man like him, receive fewer love letters than himself, but he still wrote to himself.

At the thought of this, ye Fei couldn't think of any reason to refuse.

But she really won't

Ye Fei suddenly felt that she would not die if she did not die. She would never take advantage of this man.

Su Mohan turned to take a paintbrush and white paper and put it on his desk. The meaning was self-evident.

"Write as you write..." Ye Fei gets up from the sofa and sits on the opposite side of Su Mo Han, dragging her cheek to watch him deal with official business.

Half an hour later, Su Mohan looked up at her, but found that the little thing was drowsy with his chin, and his ball point pen unconsciously drew a pile of circles and tadpoles on the white paper.

Su Mohan took out the white paper that was pressed under her wrist, and threw it directly at the face of Ye Fei.

"Er..." Ye Fei is an exciting, sleepy looking at the man in front of him.

Su Mo Han squints at her: "sleep very fragrant."

Ye Fei bit her lip and lowered her head. She quickly drew out a piece of white paper from one side and lowered her head to think seriously.

Another half an hour later, Su Mohan looked up at her, but found that she was serious -- clasping hands!

A pair of plain white hands were shaking in disorder, but there was still no word on the white paper under the wrist.

"If you can't finish writing before dark, you'll be at your own risk." Su Mo Han glanced at the light mouth of time.

Ye Fei's scalp is a little numb. Although she said that she could easily find love and flattery, she didn't know how. Once she put it on the paper, she couldn't say a word.

Ye Fei stares at Su Mo Han, who is processing documents with her head down, for a while. Finally, she lowers her head and raises her pen to write down the characters.

It seems that he is afraid that Su Mohan will peek at it. He still takes two books in front of him and covers his writing with the other hand.

Su Mo Han's heart was tickled by her, but he could not see anything, so he had to give up.

Ye Fei wrote slowly and wrote three words: Su Mo Han.

After finishing her name, ye Fei looked up at Su Mohan and said, "I'll write you a love letter. You have to promise me one thing."

"Say it."

"You'll have to wait until I'm gone."

"Good." Su Mo Han nodded.

When ye Fei saw that he agreed, she did not hesitate. She took up her pen and wrote a line of words again and again. Then she looked at it again and again for a while. Then she felt a little dissatisfied. After scratching her head, she wrote a supplementary sentence. Finally, she looked at it for a while and nodded with satisfaction.

Ye Fei takes advantage of Su Mo Han's inattention and quickly pulls out the paper, intending to fold up the love letter.

However, Su Mohan had been paying attention to her movements, and had no intention of keeping her promise. Only when ye Feifei took out the paper, Su Mohan suddenly got up to grab it.

Ye Fei didn't prepare for it. She just folded two layers of white paper and fell into his hands.

"Su Mo Han! You give me back -- " Ye Fei immediately made a sound, and ran around the chair to the opposite side of the table.

Su Mo Han just opened a fold here. Before seeing the words inside, he saw that ye Fei had already run over and started to rob. When she was about to lift her arm, she could not reach her by pulling his sleeve.