I've been collecting love letters all my life, okay? When have you ever written a love letter to someone......

Although she thought about it like this, the more she thought about it, the more empty she became, because although she had indeed been receiving love letters, thinking about how a man like Su Mohan could have received fewer love letters than himself, he still wrote them for himself.

Thinking of this, Concubine Ye couldn't think of any reason to refuse.

But she really won't......

Concubine Ye suddenly felt that if she didn't die, she wouldn't die, and she would never be able to take advantage of this man.

Su Mohan turned around and took an oil pen and white paper and put them on his desk, the meaning was self-evident.

"Write it...... it" Concubine Ye got up from the sofa slowly, and then sat opposite Su Mohan, dragging her cheeks and watching him deal with official business.

Half an hour later, Su Mohan glanced up at her, only to find that this little thing was dragging his chin and was drowsy, and the ballpoint pen in his hand unconsciously drew a bunch of circles and tadpoles on the white paper.

Su Mohan took out the white paper pressed under her wrist, and threw it directly at Concubine Ye's face.

"Forehead......" Concubine Ye was excited, looking at the man in front of her with a sleepy face.

Su Mohan squinted at her: "I slept soundly." ”

Concubine Ye bit her lip and lowered her head, and hurriedly pulled out a blank piece of paper from the side, lowered her head and thought seriously.

After another half an hour passed, Su Mohan glanced up at her, only to find that she was burying her head in earnest-clasping her hands!

A pair of plain white hands shook brightly, but there was still not a word on the white paper pressed under the wrist.

"If you can't finish writing before dark, you will bear the consequences." Su Mohan glanced at the time and opened lightly.

Concubine Ye's scalp was a little numb, although she said that she had a lot of love and love on weekdays, but she didn't know how, she couldn't say a word once it was put on paper.

Concubine Ye stared at Su Mohan, who was bowing her head to process the documents, for a while, and finally lowered her head and picked up the pen.

As if he was afraid that Su Mohan would peek, he didn't forget to take two books to block in front, and by the way, he took the other hand to cover what he wrote tightly.

Su Mohan's heart was tickled by her, but seeing that she couldn't see anything, she had to give up.

Concubine Ye slowly put down her pen and wrote three words: Su Mohan.

After writing her name, Concubine Ye looked up at Su Mohan and said, "I will write you a love letter, you have to promise me one thing." ”

"Say."

"You'll have to wait until I'm gone before you can see it."

"Okay." Su Mohan nodded in response.

Seeing that he agreed, Concubine Ye didn't hesitate any longer, picked up the pen and hurriedly wrote a line again, then looked at it repeatedly for a while, and then seemed to be slightly dissatisfied, scratched her head, and then put down the pen to make up a sentence, and finally looked at it for a while, and nodded with satisfaction.

Concubine Ye took advantage of Su Mohan's inattention, and hurriedly pulled out the paper, intending to fold the love letter.

But who would have thought that Su Mohan had been paying attention to her movements, and she had no intention of keeping her promises, so Concubine Ye pulled out the paper, and Su Mohan suddenly got up and reached out to grab it.

Concubine Ye was not prepared, and watched as the white paper that had only been folded in two layers fell into his hand.

"Su Mohan! You pay me back--! Concubine Ye immediately spoke, and hurriedly ran around the chair to the other side of the table.

Here Su Mohan just opened a fold, and before he could see the words inside, he saw that Concubine Ye had already run over and started to grab it, and when he was about to raise his arm, he couldn't reach it no matter how Concubine Ye pulled his sleeve.