Midsummer Kiss: It's All Love Letters to Blame

Chapter 139 I am a woman, I am greedy for money
After entering the room on the second floor, Meng Chengxuan took out a tissue to wipe the sweat off her face: "Why are you so docile like a kitten in front of my parents?"

How great it would be if she was so well-behaved in front of him!
She smiled lightly at him and asked instead: "Didn't you say you have something for me to see?"

"Oh, I almost forgot." Meng Chengxuan sat down in front of the computer desk, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a letter: "Come here."

She walked towards him and was pulled by him to sit on his lap. She took the envelope and asked, "Huh? What's this from?"

"you guess?"

"Is your salary? Is it too little?" She held the weight in her hand, and finally her eyes lighted up and she asked, "Is this a check?"

Meng Chengxuan's face collapsed: "Why do you always think there's money in it?"

Her face also collapsed: "Isn't it money?"

When Zhao Rou gave her the envelope five years ago, she thought so, and she thought the same way five years later, he couldn't help pinching her pretty nose: "Why didn't I realize that you are a money-grubbing woman? "

She was confident: "Which woman is not greedy for money? I am a woman, and I am greedy for money."

"If I knew you loved money, I would have bought you with money."

"You know now." She smiled slyly: "Remember to hand in your salary in the future."

"Yes my lord."

She squinted at him and smiled sweetly, looked at the bottom of the envelope, and then poured out the contents, it was a folded piece of paper, she felt strange, what did Meng Chengxuan show her?She slowly opened the letter paper, and saw a page full of words neatly typed on it with a computer, and her name was signed with a pen on the bottom.

Xia Jingyin.

She stared at the three words, it was her handwriting.

She turned her head to look at the densely packed words on the computer. After scanning a few lines, she suddenly called out, "This is, this is a love letter? When did I write it to you?"

Meng Chengxuan hugged her waist tightly, and laughed heartily: "It was the morning when you sent me the love letter."

She was stunned, and soon realized: "Is this Zhao Rou's love letter?"

But how could there be her autograph on it?
"No." Meng Chengxuan seriously denied: "This is your love letter with your signature on it, and I have evidence to prove that you gave it to me yourself."

(End of this chapter)