CHAPTER 12 TODAY'S DOG FOOD, EVERYONE EATS HAPPILY

This... how could this be!

Xu Yi stared at the text message, looking as if it were a damn.

His mind was repeated with the words of love that were numb to death.

"This..." Xu Yi stunned.

After all, this is so unbelievable!

Ye Wan's love letter is not written to others, but to his master?

Xu Yi's anomaly naturally attracted the attention of Si Yihan, and the man's voice was hoarse and gloomy: "Take it."

Si night cold look, Xu Yi dare not delay, quickly respectfully handed over the mobile phone.

After a short pause, the man squeezed his cell phone fingers and finally looked at the text message through the broken screen.

In the text message was a photo, taken in the photo, it was the love letter that burned his internal organs to ashes.

The man's eyes squinted dangerously, but at this moment his remnants inadvertently crossed a name above - Wan Wan!

Wan... Wan... Wan...

After seeing the nickname in the sender's column, the man's cold expression instantly froze on his face, turning into astonishment.

This text message...

Is it Ye Wan Wan?

The finger subconsciously continued to flip down and found not only a love letter, but also a sweet expression of love underneath it.

It was evidence that she had betrayed herself again, the love letter to Gu Yueze...

Yes... for him!

Wishing to be collar in clothes, Cheng Hua head of Yu Fang; Wishing to be a belt and a slim body; Wishing to be in the hair for Ze, brush Xuan's temples on the decadent shoulder...

Just as the man's expression was blank, followed by another text message - [Grandpa Jiu ~ why not return to me? Are they writing well ~ asking for praise for praise ~

The servants, who had been hiding in the corner shivering, were looking at each other at the moment, not knowing why the previous moment was like a master of his own who was about to destroy the world.

Xu Yi could not allow Si Nian Chan what this is in the end attitude, careful to test the opening, "Nine Lord, you..."

Night chill: "Quiet."

Xu Yi suddenly dared not speak.

After Si Yanhan finished speaking, he began to stare seriously at the phone, slender fingers on the phone screen.

Probably the screen shattered a little insensitive, the man frowned slightly.

Xu Yi was so curious that he couldn't help but glance at it with the rest of the light.

Then his dog eyes were almost blind...

Yeh Wan-wan sent a new text message so sweet that no one could look at it, and the master of his family knocked on the broken screen intermittently: [Good].

Xu Yi stared at the word "good" in horror.

It is inconceivable that the Lord actually felt Ye Wan this little love poem well written?

In a fright, it came to the ear that the men had regained their cool tone, "Let them come back."

The man's face instantly spring back to the earth, eyes have been looking at the love letter on the poem, obviously in a very good mood.

"Uh... yes!" Xu Yi hurriedly greeted, calling back those who had just gone to school to catch Ye Wan.

A heavy storm, it was relieved?

Dormitories.

[Grandpa ~ Why don't you return to me? Are they writing well ~ asking for praise for praise ~

After Ye Wan sent the text message, seeing that there was no response, for the sake of insurance, this one was added.

In fact, she was still a little nervous, because she was not sure whether to eat that set or not.

And that gift, in fact, was written by a man to her favorite beauty.

Being treated as a woman with such a numb confession, a certain pervert will not be angry?

In her past life, she was caught in the middle of the night at school by the men sent by the night chill. The whole school was raging, and rumors of her were flying. She is said to have been bred by wealthy businessmen and arrested for running away. It was said that her family had borrowed usury and the other party was going to catch her and sell her to that kind of place...

The rumors, though incontrovertible, were staggering with gold.

Remembering all the past, Ye Wan Wan's body a burst of cold...

At this moment, the handheld phone suddenly buzzed and shook.

Ye Wan shivered slightly, slowly looking at the newly received text message...

Si Yehan replied to her with the word "OK."

Ye Wan staring at that "good," directly stuck, actually so good talk?

The night chill seems to be a bit different from the cognition of her past life.

Yip Wan-wan held his finger on his chin, tapped his cheek gently, and then edited a text message to send: I love you the most ~ I have a week to take the exam, and people are reviewing it seriously, so there may be no way to send you a message during this time. Remember to think about me every day ~

Almost the moment Ip Wan just sent this message, the convenience seconds back: [Hmm.]

Staring at the incomparable "hmm," Ye Wan-wan blinked again with astonishment.

This... this is OK?

She said just now that she would not contact him for a week! That's all yes?

To kill her can't think of... casually sprinkle just, actually so useful...

After three seconds of sluggishness, Ye Wan knocked her head on the table and wanted to knock herself to death.

Well, discovering the secret weapon against the Great Devil is always a good thing.

Next, after finishing the night cold of Si, Ye Wan Wan, without distraction, plunged into the book sea, all body and mind began to review.

In a blink of an eye seven days passed.

During the seven days, Yeh Wan-wan slept only three or four hours a day.

Now she knew how painful it was to be short of sleep, and by the end of the exam she must be asleep.

On the first day of the examination, Wen Zong and Chinese, Ye Wan wandered into the classroom.

The noisy class suddenly quieted down as if it had been silenced when Ye Wan appeared.

Today, Ye Wan did not wear the green wig, the makeup is also very perfunctory, but she stayed up late for seven days to review, the dark circles are more frightening than smoky makeup, the messy waist-length hair is no less frightening than the green hair...

The boy, who was sleeping on the table as he used to, heard the noise of the table and chair pulling beside him, and impatiently opened his eyes.

The next second, the boy's whole body was frightened back, and the chair rubbed the ground, making a "squeak" sound.

The boy stared at the "Sadako" beside him, with a cold sweat on his forehead and a dark low curse on his face, "S, h, i, t!!!"