After sending Yan Wanji and Ye Maozi away, Ye Chen went back to his room and continued to write his masterpiece of love letters~

When the job was over, Ye Chen picked up the piece of paper and shook it against the light in the room, um, very satisfied.

I have to say that Ye Chen's handwriting is indeed very beautiful, just like his person, cold, tall, with a strong pen peak, it seems that no matter who looks at such a love letter, he will want to meet this person.

At night, Mo Wei felt that he drank too much water, so he got up from the bed in a daze to go to the bathroom, squinted his eyes, and rubbed his stomach. When he passed the living room, a figure appeared in Mo Wei's squinted eyes,

Mo Mo's eyes widened at once, and he grabbed the figure with an "ah", and before going to the toilet, he greeted the figure's stomach with one hand, and shouted, "Let you steal something, let you steal something! Look!" I won't kill you!"

The figure couldn't resist holding Mo Wei's hand, "Stop messing around, it's me!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Mo Mo stopped his hands, leaned closer, looked at the figure's face carefully in the dark, and even touched it to see if it was real.

"What's the matter with you, you didn't sleep at night and ran into the living room sneakily, which surprised me." Mo Wei kissed Ye Chen after confirming.

Ye Chen was at a loss, "I, I'm a little thirsty, I got up to drink water..."

After hearing this, Mo Mo nodded, then yawned, and walked into the toilet staggeringly.

Ye Chen stood where he was, watched Mo Wei go into the toilet, wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, he was really wronged, he just wanted to stuff the letter into Mo Wei's schoolbag while Mo Wei was asleep , Who knew that Mo Wei would get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and he bumped into him even though he was trying to survive.

Fortunately, his daughter-in-law didn't have any suspicions, so Ye Chen zipped up Mo Wei's schoolbag, walked back to the room quickly, closed the door, huh, I was so scared to death.

Although he didn't know why he didn't show the love letter to Mo Wei openly and secretly, but Ye Chen just wanted to see Mo Wei's surprise when the time came.

Unexpectedly, Mo Wei didn't touch his schoolbag at all the next day, and Ye Chen's eyes were secretly watching Mo Wei's actions all day long, making Mo Wei always feel that someone was watching from behind him, which was scary. After washing the dishes, Ye Chen sat on the sofa and stared at Mo Wei again,

God knows that he has been muttering in his heart, come and see the schoolbag, come and see the schoolbag, as soon as Mo Wei gets close to the schoolbag, open it, and then he just comes to drink water, after a day of dawdling, Ye Chen is going crazy, thinking whether to do it by himself Take it out and give it to him.

At this moment, Mo Wei sat down and opened the schoolbag, and Ye Chen shook the sofa here, yay, opened it!Put on a good show and wait for Mo Wei to take out the love letter, Ye Chen was already waiting for Mo Wei to praise him in his heart, but Mo Wei just took out a pen and wrote his own things.

At this time, Mo Wei, who already knew what Ye Chen was anxious about, was holding back his laughter and felt extremely uncomfortable. The hand holding the pen and writing was shaking, hahahaha, when Ye Chen was washing the dishes, Mo Wei opened the schoolbag and accidentally found a letter inside. , and stuffed it back after reading it, which means that Ye Chen’s uneasiness all day can be explained. Wanting to see how Ye Chen reacted, Mo Wei intentionally made all kinds of intentions to open the schoolbag, and laughed. died.

Mo Wei, who was thinking about these things in his heart, shook his shoulders, and couldn't control the expression on his face. The more Ye Chen looked at it, the more wrong it became. Why did he feel that Mo Wei was laughing? He walked over and lifted Mo Wei's head, and sure enough I saw Mo Yan's uncomfortable smile.

Ye Chen's face darkened immediately, "Laugh if you want to."

Mo Wei finally laughed out loud, took out the letter from his schoolbag, opened it, and asked while laughing.

"What are you writing about? Hahahaha. I have a body, a body with a heart, and a heart with you. Hahaha, what else is hiding in the hole of the tree? What is this? Hahahaha, I love work. I love you more hahahahaha..."

"No, I'm going to die laughing hahahahaha..."

"But your handwriting is still beautiful..."

Ye Chen, who had been in a bad mood ever since Mo Wei read with a smile, watched Mo Wei rolling around on the sofa with a smile, picked him up,

"It's so funny, isn't it? Let's see if you can still laugh later!"

After Mo Wei, who was still laughing while being carried, was thrown to bed, he suddenly realized what Ye Chen was going to do.

"No, no, no, I have to go to class tomorrow, I have to go to class."

Mo Wei yelled and wanted to sneak back to the room, but Ye Chen pulled him back, "It's late."

When Mo Wei's pleasure became more and more intense, Ye Chen pulled out the source of Mo Wei's happiness and asked in a charming voice, "Is my writing funny?"

Mo Wei grabbed Ye Chen's back impatiently, "No, it's not funny, it's not funny, hurry up..."

Maliciously rushed in and pushed it out, then pulled it out, "Is it really not funny?"

Mo Wei was so teased that he almost cried, "It's really...not funny...Fast forward...Really..."

Only then did Ye Chen go in satisfied. He didn't know that Mo Wei was thinking in his heart that it was just funny, and he still threatened him that it wasn't funny. This person is too bad...

……

Ye Maozi looked at Mo Wei holding his waist with an uncomfortable expression on his face, a little curious, poked lightly,

Mo Mo immediately yelled, "Oh, what are you doing, it hurts..."

Ye Maozi smiled, and gently rubbed Mo Wei's waist. Mo Wei had a look of enjoyment, but he didn't know that this scene was seen by the fans of the two, and the two girls in the grass were having a heated discussion.

A short-haired one said, "Look, Maomao is rubbing Xiao Moou's waist, and Xiao Momo's expression of enjoyment shows that he is suffering."

Another long-haired person echoed, "That's right, I thought that the limp appearance of the cat was the object, but I didn't expect that the cat is so fierce on the bed..."

The short-haired girl clicked her tongue, "You can't think of this, Xiao Mo is a tsundere..."

Ye Maozi and Mo Wei couldn't hear these words at all. They only knew that when they were walking on campus one day, the girls looked at them with that kind of clear eyes, although they didn't know what happened.

But Yan Wanji, who was in class today, was a little absent-minded. This was because he was still worrying about his inability to cook. When he thought of his wife happily eating the presents given to him by girls and the rice cooked by Ye Chen, he felt happy. Yan Wanji was very sad inside because he couldn't eat food from restaurants outside, but couldn't happily eat what he cooked.

This kind of sadness caused him to be late for class, writing on the blackboard almost turned into a meal, and lack of words, etc. A series of symptoms. Seeing him like this, other teachers in the office advised him to see a doctor, huh?doctor?

Yan Wanji became excited, maybe he could go to a doctor to see why his cooking skills are so bad, if Yan Wanji had never met Ye Maozi, if someone asked him to see a doctor, he would just screw that person's head off, now he, I didn't think it was wrong to ask the doctor this question at all.

After listening to his question, the doctor raised his head to look at him and pushed his glasses. He looks handsome and has a natural expression, not like a neuropathy. Forget it, in order to prevent the disease from getting worse, I recommend him to see a neurologist.

Yan Wanji stood up suddenly, "You are sick! You are crazy!"

What the hell!

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It took two days to post, although I am lazy, but I know you still love me hahahahaha, narcissistic and narcissistic~

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