Chapter 596: Chapter 598 is full of demons

Author: Zhao Xibao Machine Translation

With this thought in mind, Zhao Siqing sped up her actions.

Just as she opened the first letter, Zhao Siqing was a little confused. The words "Big Baby Qingqing" were a little dazzling. Zhao Siqing hurriedly put the love letter into the box and changed it.

"Qingqing, I love you! " "Ever since I fell in love with you, I have never seen anyone else in my eyes. My eyes, my heart, and my mind are filled with you. The person I think about day and night is you. The person I don't want to eat or drink is also you. You are the goddess in my dreams. Can you give me a chance... " "I will take care of you until your hair turns white. "

The second letter was a little more normal, but when she saw the words "I love you, " she felt goosebumps all over her body.

Before she finished reading it.. Nalan Yanran, who was on the other side, laughed out loud. "Zhao Siqing, I announce that from today onwards, you will be my woman! You don't need to know how to wash clothes because I will hire servants. You don't need to know how to make money because I am very rich. You don't need to... "

"Stop! " Zhao Siqing could not help but stop. She quickly reached out and snatched the love letter from Nalan Yanran's hand and threw it into the box.

What kind of demons were these.

Nalan Yanran opened another letter with a smile and immediately read, "I was born with only one rib. It was not until I met you that I realized that you are my other rib. Let us be together. Although I can't give you everything, but... "

Zhao Siqing felt a headache coming on. She pulled the love letter over and threw it into the box.

Nalan Yanran laughed so hard on the Sofa that she couldn't help but laugh. "although I can't give you everything, can he become a healthy person with two ribs? HAHAHA... "

Zhao Siqing also laughed out loud. She looked at Nalan Yanran and said, "I can't take it anymore. Stop teasing me. "

When she took the envelope again, Zhao Siqing picked a light blue envelope that looked mature and beautiful.

After slowly opening it, there was a very clean light blue letter. [ after falling in love with someone, you will always feel that you are not good enough. ]

Zhao Siqing looked at the words on the letter in a daze, because the signature was from a senior in high school.

He was one grade higher than her, and was the president of the school's Student Union. He was also very outstanding in all aspects, and had always taken care of her.

Zhao Siqing looked at the time of the signature on the letter. It should be the day the senior graduated.

But this shouldn't be considered a love letter, right?

Zhao Siqing thought for a moment, put the letter into the box, and opened another letter.

Perhaps it was because she had avoided those middle school teenagers, but the love letters gradually became much more normal. Except for the occasional one or two sentences, most of them were very long. After reading through the entire letter, Zhao Siqing felt a little sleepy and kept nodding her head.

She had originally planned to copy a few sentences with the pen in her hand, but those were too mushy for her to write.

She felt that there was no need to copy a straightforward confession.

In the end, other than Huo Jingchen's name on the white paper, it was because she was too sleepy that she was drawn into a ball of twisted wool.

Zhao Siqing leaned her small face on the coffee table, her eyelids heavy.

Huo Jingchen was a pig, why did he ask her to write a love letter out of the blue.

As she wrote, Zhao Siqing began to scribble on the paper. She had always been good at drawing, probably the legendary kind of talent.

After a while, a little pig appeared on the white paper. Then, she added another bubble and wrote a line of small words in the bubble: Huo Jingchen is a pig.

Then, Zhao Siqing drew a little girl with pigtails next to the pig. Then, she narrowed her eyes and wrote, "Qingqing is a little cutie. ".

CREATORS' THOUGHTS

It's father's day today. I have to go out in the afternoon. The update at night might be a little late, around eight o'clock. If I have time to write, I'll write earlier. If I don't have time, I might be a little late. Please forgive me, babies

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