Chapter 141： You take me

Ling Huan took the envelope and found that the flowers pasted on it were familiar, very similar to the roses trimmed by the manager of the flower shop next door.

Si Jingming politely avoided when he opened the envelope.

Pulling out the letter paper inside, it turned out to be a letter handwritten by the store manager, but the content is somewhat different from what I guessed. It is barely a confession letter. More accurately, it is a heartfelt letter written by a fan to a favorite anchor.

The manager of the florist said in the letter that he had been watching his live broadcast since half a month ago, and he has become a diehard fan. He also set up special concern that he can be there as soon as possible every time the live broadcast, and moved over half a month ago. Shi felt that he was familiar, at first it was only half-believing, but after hearing another voice today, she was sure that Ling Huan was the anchor Ling.

Seeing Ling Huan smiled, Si Jingming thought there would be a response to this confession letter. He was a little curious, "When did you and the flower shop manager meet?"

"I only met twice in total." Ling Huan refolded the letter. The letter sent by the fan could not be returned, and the other party also repeatedly assured that he was a sane fan in the letter, knowing that Ling Huan did not use his real name in the live broadcast room. She doesn't want to be disturbed in life, so her mouth will definitely be tight.

"It's not a confession letter, it was recognized by fans in the live broadcast room."

"Head Ling is still an anchor?" Si Jingming raised his head to look at Ling Huan's face, squinted his eyes and thought, as if thinking of something quickly turning on his light brain and rummaging in the circle of friends.

Ling Huan’s trouser legs sank, and the little leopard who was walking around in the nursery with Cheng Cheng just now looked like a piece of gum that suddenly appeared, grabbing his trousers and borrowing force, while he didn’t react. Climbed on the shoulders.

A claw with sharp nails appeared in front of him, and he was rudely trying to get the thin letter paper stained with perfume or floral fragrance.

Lu Jinbei's spiritual realm often establishes contact with Ling Huan's spiritual power, and now he can vaguely feel that Ling Huan is in a good mood.

You know it is a love letter at a glance.

The most annoying thing was that the gift he prepared for Ling Huan was also a love letter, but he hadn't finished it yet, and he planned to go back and process it today and give it to Ling Huan before going to bed.

Dr. Flender gave him a lot of advice yesterday. The first is that when there is some difficulty in verbal expression, you can write it down first. Whether it is a plan you want to do or what you want to say, you must write it down and tell the other party.

Standing with his back hunched on Ling Huan’s shoulders, he stretched out his paws and grabbed the empty space. The tail swayed uncomfortably. The chin was suddenly swept down by the slender fingertips of the young man. Lu Jinbei’s emotions were short lived Soothed, raised his head and let Ling Huan touch it for a while.

Ling Huan didn't understand why Lu Jinbei's reaction was so loud, and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Is there anything wrong with this letter?"

Seeing Lu Jinbei's stern battle, could it be that there was a zerg atmosphere on it?

But he can't seem to smell it.

Having agreed not to speak in the nursery during the day, Lu Jinbei only felt panicked, his eyes fixed on the pink and swaggering letter paper in Ling Huan's hand.

The letter paper he used was not pink, and the envelopes were not fragrant. When he wrote, he used the tail to curl the pen, so the characters may not look as good as others.

When he jumped up just now, he glanced and found that the other party had written a lot of content. He thought about it all afternoon and only came up with a few lines.

It's hard to compare.

He also told Ling Huan that it was a gift.

Lu Jinbei remained silent and did not answer, and stretched out his paw again.

Fast and stable.

With a crash, the corners of the fragile letter paper were slapped hard and almost scratched.

Ling Huan was so startled by his sudden movements that he almost couldn't grasp things.

Obviously, Lu Jinbei's weak beast is only a bit taller than ordinary domestic cats, but at this moment it reveals a strong alpha sense of oppression and determination to **** the envelope.

"What are you doing?" Finding that Lu Jinbei really wanted to make trouble, Ling Huan frowned slightly, folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, and explained to Lu Jinbei again, "It's a fan letter."

"Your cat should be jealous." Si Jingming took the time to look from behind Guangnao, pursing his lips with a smile and teasing, "Cats are all very small-minded guys, especially the director of Ling Yuan. Cat breeds seem to be very expensive and may not be tolerated by the owner to give love to others."

Ling Huan had a headache, "Really?"

Lu Jinbei is a real alpha, not his pet, but it is estimated that he has not completely left the susceptible period and he is particularly sensitive to injuries, so he will do some naive behaviors.

Ling Huan skillfully smoothed the little leopard twice, "I am not familiar with her. It is just a letter from an ordinary fan. Go home and show you the content..."

The tail was thrown off his back, Ling Huan immediately changed his words, "The letter cannot be returned now, and I will not take it home. Can I find an unused drawer in the nursery?"

The little leopard lying on his shoulder moved, and when he raised his head, he licked his palm to agree.

With barbs on the tip of the tongue, it feels numb when licked.

After knowing that the leopard is Lu Jinbei, Ling Huan only felt that this kind of intimacy was more uncomfortable than before. He wanted to take his hand back, but the tongue with wet palms quickly retracted and turned to use a fluffy one. Rub your head.

Ling Huan did not resist this beautiful touch, and followed it twice with distracted attention. Suddenly Si Jingming's suddenly realized voice came from his ear, "Did the director Ling live on the Dou Mao platform?"

"Correct."

Si Jingming turned his light-brain interface over, "I remembered when you said that you were an anchor just now. The nursery school was closed for a holiday a few days ago, but I seem to have seen your photo somewhere. I followed my friends. I flipped through the circle and found that I have a friend who is also a fan of yours. Two days ago, he reposted a circle of friends with the charm of the players during the game. He also collected 20 likes. I was awakened by his news early in the morning. ."

Ling Huan glanced at the screen and found that the picture of the circle of friends was indeed his face in the live broadcast room, and the circle of friends that followed immediately added the topic of the Golden Spoon League.

Si Jingming lowered his head and smiled, "I usually don't watch live broadcasts on Star.com. I usually read news and hot searches. Last night there was an anchor on Star.net who apologized publicly. Did you apologize to you?"

Ling Huan nodded, "The company's enthusiasm."

"It turns out that the anchor he likes recently is you, that's excusable." Si Jingming thoughtfully, "compared to other anchors, you will have a lot less black fans."

Ling Huan raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

"Because of my friend..." Si Jingming paused and led him briskly. "He is more proficient in optical brain, and he can get news one step faster than others."

"He is actually quite a rigid person, and we basically don’t watch live broadcasts. After we learned that he started watching the anchor half a month ago, we still felt that he was on a whim, but he checked in in the circle of friends every day, two days ago. The first charge of six yuan gave you a **** fan card. He used to be a barren iron cock."

Ling Huan held back a smile, "Then go back and ask your friend what his nickname is in the live broadcast room. I will say his name when I live next time to thank you."

"Thanks no more." Si Jingming said, "Next time the live draw, he will be fine with the shady prize. He is so lucky that he can't draw every time."

After receiving a positive answer from Ling Huan, Si Jingming smiled and went to the side to make a call.

Ling Huan's five senses are sensitive, and he can hear the content even if Si Jingming is far away. At the beginning, he could hear what he said in the newsletter about live broadcasting. The man's voice was a bit agitated, and then he mentioned a word, trading.

Ling Huan raised his eyes and saw the smile at the corner of Si Jingming's mouth paused. He turned down the light brain screen and walked a few steps to the nursery school where there was no one in the backyard until the sound could not be heard. Communicate in a low voice.

A clear electronic sound popped out of consciousness.

[The countdown to the main task starts: 26 hours, please complete the task within the specified time. 】

Ling Huan used Lu Jinbei's aircraft to send Chengcheng back to Lei Sijia, and brought some fresh ingredients back to the apartment.

"Didn't you say you want to give me a gift? What do you want to give me?" Ling Huan put the little leopard on the sofa in the living room and squatted down to keep his eyes level with Lu Jinbei, but the light golden pupils dodged with some guilty conscience. Did not look at him head-on.

Lu Jinbei's tail flicked uncomfortably twice, "You go to cook first, it will be ready in five minutes, and I will bring it to you immediately."

He had no idea.

Compared with other people's love letters during the day, his is indeed a bit rudimentary, so you have to add something that Ling Huan likes.

As soon as Ling Huan left, Lu Jinbei leaped off the sofa lightly, entered the room and carefully turned out a piece of paper with the content already written on it from the drawer.

He opened the paper stand on the table, and was silent for a moment against the pale paper with only a few lines. He turned around and took out the ink from the drawer. There were a set of more than a dozen colors of ink. Lu Jinbei looked down. Seeing the anti-lost ring that I was still wearing, I picked a pink ink.

Then rigorously found a small plate and poured some ink out.

He stretched out his paw and clicked on the ink, and lay it flat on the empty lower right corner of the paper and pressed it firmly. When he took it away, a pink plum print appeared on the paper, and he felt that the color was too light to see clearly, Lu Jin Bei strictly pressed it a second time.

After making sure to make a unique mark, wipe his paws on the paper, put away the things on the table, and took the letter paper into the living room.

The fluffy claws pushed the white letter paper on the dining table forward until it reached Ling Huan.

"You open it and take a look."

"If I think the format of this letter is okay, I can write a few more...love letters." Lu Jinbei lowered the last few words, buried his face in his paws, and whispered, "This letter is too little. , I’ll write you something else tomorrow."

Ling Huan was stunned. While unfolding the letter paper in his hand, he heard the little leopard who was burying his head still speaking stubbornly.

"We are married, you can only receive love letters written by me."

"If you feel wronged, I can keep writing to you. I can write a hundred letters by myself."

The author has something to say

【Love letters, one person can only accept one person's writing, not bother. 】

[If you think the quantity is not enough, I can write a hundred letters by myself. 】

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