Rebirth of the live national male god

Chapter 694 Red Packet
Dudu sighed, and could only shrink back weakly,

I started to search the whole internet for dramas that are more worthy of IQ to watch.

And when Dudu watched all kinds of so-called high IQ dramas all over the Internet in the space,
The last program at the New Year's Eve party has also come to an end.
The countdown to the passing of the year is about to begin.

The man who hadn't moved much since eating the dumplings suddenly took out a red envelope from his pocket.

In the sky filled with fireworks after "March [-]" on TV, he smiled and handed it to her leisurely:

"Happy New Year, Ranran."

Mo Ran took the thin little red envelope, and when he got it, he showed a clear expression:

"Bank card?"

"Yeah." The man nodded seriously:
"I read on the Internet that good men have to hand in their salary cards. I don't have a salary card.
But I have a savings card with all my net worth, and every year the company’s part of the profit that belongs to me will also be included.

It should also be called a salary card.

Anyway, the password is your birthday. "

When he said this, his eyes were shining, and he really looked like a big boy:

"Remember to send me pocket money after dyeing, or I will become a pauper."

Mo Ran slightly hooked the corners of her lips, and pinched his face:
"Do you have any private money?"

The man looked at her for a while with some confusion, and finally nodded sincerely:

"Those are for you to prepare gifts and surprises. If you have to ask for money every time you want to buy you a gift, there will be no surprises."

Mo Ran: ...

Really, cute and overwhelming.

Patting his head, Mo Ran was very generous:
"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you save some more and secretly buy milk powder for yourself."

Yi Beichen: ...

This stalk seems to have to be played for a long time.

Helplessly but dotingly bent his lips, he moved his fingertips slightly,
It was only then that Mo Ran realized that the somewhat quaint tray he had brought over before had a small drawer.

He gently pulled it out, and then took out a small stack of envelopes, and gently handed it to her:
"I promised you before, one love letter a year."

Mo Ran was taken aback for a moment, and after taking the small stack, she had a strange expression:

"So you want to be lazy and write more at once, so you don't have to write again for the next ten years?"

Yi Beichen pressed the center of her eyebrows helplessly, and finally couldn't hold back and patted her on the head lightly:

"How many do you count here?"

Mo Ran looked at him suspiciously, then lowered her head and started counting the envelopes.

She counted quickly, in groups of three, after a few casual checks, she came to a conclusion: "Nineteen."

"Well, nineteen."

He hugged her, bowed his head and kissed her lightly,
The corners of the lips and eyes are full of unconcealable smiles:

"One letter a year, Mo Xiaoran, it's Chinese New Year, and you'll be 19 this summer."

Mo Ran's eyes widened slightly. She probably didn't expect that this man's yearly letter would start from the time she was born.

Even though I was still in his arms, my posture was a bit awkward,

She lowered her head and looked like she was about to start opening the envelope.

The man quickly pressed down on her movements, his clear face was full of helplessness:
"Who would open a love letter in front of people? Can't you read it when you're alone?"

After Mo Ran stared at his slightly red ears for a few seconds,

I just feel that I want to open the envelope in my hand and read it quickly.

(End of this chapter)