Midsummer Kiss: It's All Love Letters to Blame

Chapter 19
What?hug him?
Xia Jingyin's enthusiasm instantly cooled down, and she despised him: "Are you trying to take advantage of it? Or are you out of your mind?"

What does he think of her?Fool or idiot?hug him?She hugged him only when she was sick, and he clearly wanted to take advantage of her, but he turned out to be an idiot with a golden appearance and a rotten appearance.

Meng Chengxuan didn't change his face, still calm and composed: "Hugs are a kind of politeness and etiquette in foreign countries."

He looked at her differently, she turned out to be a girl with a brain.

he likes!
"We are Chinese, Chinese people like to fold their fists and bow, why don't we come here." She smiled sarcastically: "The things of foreign devils are not suitable for our 5000-year-old culture."

He shrugged and didn't force it: "As you like, I have already said that you can't do it."

"I..." She was suddenly speechless.

"Don't blame me for not telling you, that girl's last name."

She suddenly discovered that Meng Chengxuan was actually a very cunning guy, and he played her around, but in the end she didn't want to tell her who that girl was.

Seeing her silent and pensive look, he pretended to turn around and leave: "If it's okay, I'm going back, I still have things to deal with."

"Wait a minute." She grabbed his arm anxiously: "President Meng, I still have something to tell you."

Love letter, love letter, love letter! ! !

Xia Jingyin hurriedly rummaged through her small bag to find Zhao Rou's love letter, the most important thing today is to hand over the love letter to Meng Chengxuan.

She handed it over with both hands respectfully: "President Meng, this is a letter from my friend Zhao Rou, please consider it."

Meng Chengxuan took the white envelope, slowly opened the envelope, opened the love letter inside, and looked at it seriously.

The content of the stationery is nothing more than a stereotyped admiration. The sentences are beautiful and moving, which is touching and fascinating. What's more interesting is that it is actually printed out by a computer.

He has received countless love letters, some of which he can read and others can't. Most of the love letters he has read are written with pens or brushes, or in beautiful or scribbled handwriting.

This is the first time he has seen a printed love letter, and he knew it was from Baidu.

Finally his eyes fixed on the tail of the envelope, which was not signed.

(End of this chapter)