Chapter 599: These, are you ever writing my confession letter?

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Mo Shichen watched the woman's wet shoulders, raised her eyebrows and was about to open her mouth, and found that Wen Yue, who was standing at the door, was staring at the things in his hand and had already walked towards him.
She hurriedly walked in front of him, reaching out to grab the thing he was holding.
The man raised his hand slightly, and she emptied it.
Wen Yi raised her hand to grab it, but she could never grab Mo Shichen. He was not as tall as his hands, and he was not as long as his hands. As long as he stood standing, he could just lift it on one's toes.
Of course, she didn't jump either, her face flushed as she ran up all the way, her breath didn't calm down, and she said in a bad tone, "Moshichen, that's my thing, give it back to me."
Mo Shichen bowed his head and looked at her panting face with amusement. "I came here under such a heavy rain just for this?"
"give me back!"
The man said leisurely, "This is my thing."
"Who said it was yours. This is my study. Your study is next door."
"I know."
"Then you don't give it to me yet?"
"The study is yours, but this letter is mine."
She couldn't grab it, and she didn't think about it. She simply said, "Mo Shichen, what I say is mine!"
Mo Shichen laughed and snorted, "What you say is yours, you are really overbearing."
Wen Yan, "..."
She looked at the man in a sloppy posture, calmed down after biting her lip, and said coldly, "You figure it out. After you die, as your spouse, I am the heir to the estate. This estate is now in my name. This Everything inside is mine. "
Even if he regains his identity, many things still need to go through formalities. Although she is not interested in their manor house, but she does not sign it, this manor is still hers.
The man was impatient and nodded and nodded, "The manor is yours. Here you have a table, a chair, a tile, a flower, and a tree, including the dead grass outside. It's all yours, but this letter is mine. Because ... it says my name. "
He said, turning over the raised envelope in his hand. On the white simple envelope, he wrote with a black pen on it--
ToEleven.
More than one, he leaned next to the bookshelf, neatly stacked a whole box in a wooden box about the same size as the bookshelf.
He just took one out and saw the name on the envelope, and the woman stormed in.
Wen pursed his lips, and his wide eyes looked at him like that.
The curtains weren't pulled, and a flash of lightning lit up. Yu Guang fell on her face, looking pale and terrible, and a more terrifying thunder sounded.
Mo Shichen glanced at the letter in his hand, then tilted his head to look at the wooden box, and looked down at the woman who was wet by the rain and caused the light feeling in the light. She could not express her complicated eyes. Murky, slowly speaking, "Is this the confession letter you wrote to me?"
She didn't speak.
The manor has a history of hundreds of years. Once the time is long, it will unknowingly pile up a thick and deep sense. It is especially unpopulated for a long time and its popularity is still very thin.
Even when the light was bright at this time, there was a deep silence that could not be explained.
The two looked at each other like this, thirty seconds, or one minute.
Wen Yue suddenly jumped over him and walked past him. He opened the window forcefully, and the cold rain water was blown in by the cold wind, which wetted her easily. She didn't say a word, turned and walked back to him. Beside him, laboriously picked up the wooden box.
Before Mo Shichen reacted to what she wanted to do, she listened to the sound of a whistle. Hundreds of envelopes fell out like scattered flowers, and the wind blew away a little bit, but was quickly hit by rain.
The rain was still heavy, and the wind didn't stop. Mo Shichen's long legs crossed her side and pulled her aside. His look was no longer leisurely, the outline was tight, and his fingers were pinching her arm. It's all uncontrollable force, just like the anger in the voice, "Wen Ye, what are you doing?"
Wen Yan did not look at him, but looked sideways at the blackened window, where wind and rain intersect, and thunder intertwined with lightning.
Those letters disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Thousands of nights, hundreds of hidden secrets, spanned a long time.
He hadn't seen it, and she was about to forget it.
Once the words written in ink are completely wet with water, even if the paper dries, those fuzzy words can no longer be seen.
It's really raining tonight.
About seeing her not talking, Mo Shichen lost his patience and yelled again and again, "Wen Ye!"
He couldn't tell what the temper was. He had gathered in his body and could not hold back the momentum. Before she came, he didn't have any strong thoughts on these letters, or must see them. idea.
But watched them destroyed, manic in the chest.
Especially looking at the woman whose hair and clothes were half wet in front of her, wolverine and rude, the force on his fingers repeatedly lost control.
Wen Yan had calmed down and looked up at him. "Even if it's yours, it's gone now," she reached out and opened the finger of the man holding her arm, and her heart returned to calmness, saying quietly, "There is another , If you want to see it, I'll go back. "
After all, she turned around and walked out the door.
The remaining one, she wanted to take it again, and maybe it could be taken back, but she had no idea of ​​it.
She didn't even know what was written in the one he picked out.
Maybe it's just--
The weather is so good, the mood is good, etc. A few words that don't matter.
When Mo Shichen looked up again, the woman's figure had disappeared at the door.
As soon as the maid looked down, Wen Ye's umbrella was going out, and she followed quickly, "Ma'am, it's raining too much outside, and it's thundering again. Why don't you stay here tonight?"
"no need."
The maid didn't say much, so she just said, "Then ... then wait, I'll get you an umbrella."
From here on out to returning to the car, such a heavy rain, she could go all over without having to walk halfway.
Wen Ying couldn't tell what it was like at this time, maybe she didn't feel anything, because her heart was really calm, but she didn't want to stay here, she just wanted to leave immediately.
The servant was about to leave when she saw the rain, and called out, "Hey, ma'am ..."
But before Wen Yan walked into the rain, her arm was grabbed by the back of her hand, and she easily pulled her back completely from the door.
The opened door was also closed by the man's hand, making a bang.
"Wen Ye, lightning and thunderstorm, are you looking for death?"