Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

"Too hypocritical, contrived?"

An Yao's expression became extremely ugly, she wiped her tears, and did not dare to cry anymore.

A joke, when the tears no longer become useful, she would be a fool if she cried again.

"Student Mu Shuo, can you bring the love letter that An Yao handed you over and show it to everyone?" Lan Xiao no longer wasted time, looked directly at Mu Shuo and asked in a low voice.

Mu Shuo has never had a chance to speak, when he suddenly heard Lan Xiao talking to him, he was still in a daze.

He felt that the performance of Lan Xiao just now was very fresh, just like a little pepper, hot to his heart, and he spurred him.

"Student Mu Shuo..." Lan Xiao shouted again very patiently.

Mu Shuo suddenly woke up, watching the strange gaze of the people around him, his face flushed suddenly, and he immediately ran back to the classroom, pulled out the love letter from the desk, and ran out quickly.

With bright eyes, he handed it to Lan Xiao.

"This letter was handed to me by An Yao, but the signature of the letter is indeed your name."

Lan Xiao accepted the letter, and his eyes fell on the signature. It was indeed her name.

She looked at the content of the letter again, it was extremely numb, what you are my little sun, you are the love I cannot miss in this life, in this life, I only love you, and I love you so long...

So disgusting Bara, what is in An Yao's mind, she can actually write it?

Just write a love letter and hand over a love letter, but in the end, Lan Xiao is still **** and writes her signature specifically?

The more daring students hurried over and took a look.

"Lan Xiao, this is indeed your signature..."

"Yes, Lan Xiao did write."

A trace of mockery flashed across An Yao's eyes, and she was secretly proud that the signature was her name. She wanted to see how Lan Xiao proved that this letter was not written by her.

If she wants to start with the handwriting, then Lan Xiao is really stupid, because the two have a good relationship, so An Yao has always been secretly holding Lan Xiao's workbook and deliberately imitating her handwriting.

The signature in the envelope is not only Lan Xiao, but also the handwriting.

She didn't believe that there were all personal evidence and physical evidence.

"Xiao Xiao, judging from the handwriting, this is what you wrote, and the signature is your name. Even if I can fill in your signature, I can't imitate your handwriting? Obviously you wrote it yourself. , You asked me to hand over a love letter to Mu Shuo. Now Mu Shuo has responded. Not only did you turn your face and deny it, you also said that I slandered you and wronged you. Oh, am I too wronged? I obviously helped You, in the end you did to me like this, you hurt my heart too much." An Yao bit her lip, her eyes flushed, and she choked up sadly.

The people eating melons on the side were also confused.

For a while, I didn't know which of these two people said was true and who said it was false.

It's like looking at flowers in the fog, it's blurry.

Lan Xiao snorted and handed the letter back to Mu Shuo, and then took out a pen from the folder. She gently turned the cap and smiled at the corners of her lips as she swept around.

She suddenly beckoned to the crowd: "Well, classmate Fu Yunke, come here for a while. Yes, it's you, don't stand in the crowd and eat melons and watch the fun. You are also one of the people involved in the incident, don't you? do you know?"