Reborn Wife 32

Chapter 227 Obtain the certificate quickly, the relationship is legal! (3)
In this way, she was thinking, is it necessary for her to tell him?

This problem seemed to be her biggest problem so far.

A problem harder than making money and revenge...

Wen Ting walked to the kitchen and cooked porridge on the pot. While waiting for the porridge to boil, Wen Ting brushed her teeth, washed her face and changed into clothes.

Bring your wallet and ID card, check the time, and check that the porridge on the pot is not yet cooked. In this gap, Wen Ting took a pen and paper, sat by the stove and began to write.

It was a fountain pen that Nan Shiyangxin gave her. As soon as she saw it in the morning, she immediately filled it with ink, and now it is very convenient to use.

"To Shiyang..." It started in the form of writing a letter. Wen Ting thought about it while writing, and decided to write out all her secrets, and then hand them over to him...

Whether he sees it or not is his business.

"You have been wondering why I am so kind to you and know you so well..."

"Well... I won't beat around the bush, just say it directly. The reason why I know you is because I am your 32-year-old wife, and the reason why I treat you well is because I offended you in the previous life, so I have to know you when I come back. good for you……"

Muttering slowly in his mouth, he wrote little by little.

Because she is a straightforward person, she didn't use a long space to introduce her background...

"Maybe you don't believe it, but I am indeed 32 years old... So many times I think you are naive and young, but in fact, compared with the 32-year-old Nan Shiyang, you are indeed very young... "

Even though she was full of apologies to him in her heart, the tone used in this letter was still strong, just like her usual style.

Wen Ting's heart is to write a paragraph, stop for a paragraph, then think for a while, and finally write again.

After writing this letter, I read it from beginning to end. There are too many places that are not smooth...

The porridge on one side was already cooked, making a "buzzing" sound.

After Wen Tingxin got up and closed it, she sat down again and started to write another letter.

"To Shiyang..." I wrote the beginning, and the rest of the letter was revised and copied according to the first letter, with additions and additions. The second letter took a lot of time and thought.

Then, looking back after writing, Wen Ting felt that the strength between the lines was too obvious...

Since you are apologizing to him for your previous life, your tone should be softer, and you should apologize to him with all your heart.

Thinking of this, she made another 'swish', tore off a page of paper, and wrote again...

So, a morning passed unknowingly...

Waiting for her to come to the door of Nanshiyang's house with a letter that was still not perfect, there was a thunderous drum in her heart...

"Give it to him secretly, and then he should be able to see it when he wakes up." Muttering softly, Wen Tingxin was squatting at this moment, with her head tilted, holding the letter in her hand, facing the gap between the door and the floor aligned.

I silently said '3, 2, 1' in my heart, and then threw the envelope in from under the door with a 'whoosh'.

Who would have thought that it was so coincidental that the door was opened, and the letter was brought behind the door and pressed...

"What are you doing? Wen Tingxin?" Nan Shiyang was looking down at her suspiciously.

"I..." Lifting her head, she raised a finger and changed the subject: "Why did you change your clothes? Where are you going?"

"I put on my clothes after I took a shower, and then I hid under the blanket again when I felt very cold." After straightening the collar of his shirt, Nan Shiyang stepped out, pulled her up from the ground, and put her on again door.

Originally, he helped Wen Tingxin to get up. After waiting for her to stand up, Nan Shiyang took her little hand and wrapped it in his palm.

"Did you go get your father's things? Did you come back so early?" Leading her to the living room, Nan Shiyang deliberately avoided the topics they had discussed before.

Hope to keep this secret for a while longer.

Wen Ting kept up with his footsteps, and looked at his back from behind. It was wide and strong, which made people feel at ease.

"I just finished cooking the porridge and let it cool in the kitchen. I'm going to go there in the afternoon." Wen Ting pointed back at the kitchen, and Wen Ting twisted her wrist to pull it out, "You stay here, I'll go to the kitchen to get you porridge .”

"No, I'll accompany you to get your father's things. Go now, get them here earlier, and feel at ease sooner."

"Don't worry, rush over now, that place is off work, so I can go in time in the afternoon." Wen Ting patted him on the shoulder, narrowed her eyes and smiled: "But I'm very happy that you are so enthusiastic. I'm so kind. Got it."

All of a sudden, the two skipped the previous topic tacitly.

No one brings up the topic, and no one wants to bring it up...

But in fact, this knot is still in the hearts of the two of them and has not been solved.

"Since you can't make it there in time, why don't you accompany me to a place." Suddenly, Nan Shiyang said, "Go now and bring your ID card. I remember that you have already obtained your identity in advance in order to claim your father's inheritance." Proven, right?"

"I got it, it's in the bag." Wen Ting nodded heartily, patted the satchel on her back with her hands, and asked, "Then where are you going?"

"It's fine, come with me."

After that, Nan Shiyang couldn't help her to ask more questions, so he dragged her straight away.

The two left the house, locked the door, and immediately stopped a taxi at the intersection and got in.

It's very strange, originally Nan Shiyang always sat in the back with her in the taxi, but this time he actually put her in the back seat and sat in the co-pilot seat himself.

"Where are you going?" the driver turned his head to look at Nan Shiyang and asked.

"This place." After handing over a note, Nan Shiyang made eye contact with the driver, and then the driver nodded in agreement.

Along the way, Nan Shiyang never let go of the tension and struggle in his heart.

His eyes often turned to Wen Tingxin who was sitting obediently in the back seat, and the palms on his legs rubbed uncomfortably, and his brows were tightened due to excessive tension.

(End of this chapter)