Ome is like a donut

Chapter 977 A Love Letter to My Wife 5
Mo Ran said dully: "Senior Zhiye and Xixi are very happy!"

Mu Yixi smiled with crooked eyebrows: "You will be very happy too, Mo Ran, everyone's happiness is different, but it will always come, happiness will not treat serious people badly."

Mo Ran smiled bitterly, and said nothing.

Mu Yixi talked about the love letter again, but Mo Ran was not interested, he said: "Let me think about it."

Mu Yixi emailed the summary table to Mo Ran, and she asked: "Mo Ran, do you want the originals of the love letters? I picked out a dozen very sincere letters, do you want to have a look? "

"No need," Mo Ran said lightly, "Keep it for Xixi, or get rid of it for me."

After leaving the restaurant, Mo Ran drove Mu Yixi back to school.

As soon as Mu Yixi entered the dormitory, their small room was filled with girls from upstairs and downstairs——

"Xixi, what type of girl does Mo Ran like?"

"Which kind of love letter can impress Mo Ran?"

"Does Mo Ran like literary girls who write poetry?"

"Is it small and fresh? Or very coquettish?"

"What constellation is Mo Ran? What color does he like?"

"What does Mo Ran like to eat? What to play?"

……

All night, Mu Yixi was dealing with the problems that flooded her like a tide. It was not until the lights-out time was approaching that the housekeeper auntie came to evacuate, and everyone left reluctantly.

The next day, Mu Yixi received more love letters asking her to pass them on to Mo Ran. This time, Mu Yixi used up all her backpacks and couldn't fill them all.

For the next few days, Mo Ran came to pick Mu Yixi up after school every day, and then had dinner together in the restaurant, and Mu Yixi reported the situation of the love letter to Mo Ran.

It's just that there are more and more love letters, Mo Ran still hasn't decided what kind or which girl he wants to meet.

Mu Yixi understands that there are too many choices and it is indeed difficult to decide.

After school that day, Mo Ran went to pick up Mu Yixi in the classroom where Mu Yixi's class was in class.

Taking advantage of Mo Ran's presence, many girls chose this opportunity to put love letters into Mu Yixi's hands.

"Xixi, your letter!" Even the propaganda committee member of their class stuffed a letter into Mu Yixi's hands.

"Okay." Mu Yixi replied, and put this letter together with the love letters handed over by other girls on the spot.

Mu Yixi had two backpacks in his hand, and a stack of letters, which he couldn't take down.

Mo Ran first helped Mu Yixi get the stack of letters, and then went to get her backpack.

Mu Yixi gave Mo Ran a backpack to carry, and Mo Ran didn't want Mu Yixi to work hard, so he wanted to carry two.

Mu Yixi said with a smile: "It's okay, I will carry one."

Walking to the car, Mo Ran put the backpack and letter on the back seat.

After getting into the car, Mo Ran said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Xixi, I've troubled you too much. You carry your schoolbag every day, and you have to carry a backpack of letters."

Mu Yixi tilted her head triumphantly, and said, "These two backpacks are letters for you. My schoolbag was brought back to the dormitory by my roommate."

Mo Ran's face was full of black lines, and there was an indescribable feeling.

He didn't want Xixi to bother him, but there was no such thing as a love letter, and he had no reason to meet Xixi every day.

Mo Ran started the car, and the silver-gray Cadillac car drove out of the campus. In the end, Mo Ran, who was entangled in his heart, still said: "Xixi, why don't you stop accepting love letters, okay? There can't be so many letters. It’s just that some girls write and then write, which increases your burden.”

(End of this chapter)