Chapter 599

Mo Shi Chen looked at the woman's shoulder, which was wet. He raised his eyebrows and was about to open his mouth. He found that Wen Yi, who was standing at the door, was staring at the things in his hand and was already walking towards him.

She came to him in a hurry, reaching out to grab what he was holding in his hand.

When the man raised his hand a little, she threw herself into the air.

Wen Yi raised her hand to grab it, but she couldn't grab Mo Shichen. She was not as tall as he was, and his hands were not as long as he was. He just stood and jumped casually, and she could not reach it.

Of course, she did not jump, a face because of all the way up and panting red, breathing is not too calm, the tone of the mouth is not good, "Mo Shichen, that is my things, give me back."

Mo Shi Chen bowed his head and looked at her panting face in a funny way, "under such a heavy rain, is it for this?"

"Give it back to me!"

The man leisurely way, "this is my thing."

"Who said it was yours. This is my study. Your study is next door."

"I know."

"And you won't give it to me yet?"

"The study is yours, but this letter is mine."

Grab and can not grab, she also did not have the mind to reason, simply insolent way, "Mo Shichen, I said is my, is my!"

Mo Shi Chen a smile, tut a, "you say is your, is your, you can be really overbearing."

Wenyi "..."

She looked at the man's leisure posture, bit his lip and then calmed down. She said with a cold face, "you know, after you die, as your spouse, I am the inheritor of the inheritance. The manor is now under my name, and all the things in it are mine."

Even if he regained his identity, many things still need to be handled. Although she is not interested in their manor, but without her signature, this manor is still hers.

The man was not impatient and impatient, nodded his head and said, "the manor belongs to you. The tables, chairs, tiles, flowers and trees, including the dead grass outside, are all yours, but this letter is still mine, because It says my name

As he said this, he turned over the raised envelope in his hand. On the white simple envelope, it was written with a black pen -

toeleven.

There were more than one. Next to the bookshelf he was leaning against, a wooden box about the size of the bookshelf was stacked neatly.

He just casually took out a letter, only to see the name on the envelope, the woman burst in with wind and rain.

Wenyi pursed her lips and looked at him with wide eyes.

The curtain did not pull, a flash of lightning suddenly lit up, and the rest of the light fell on her face, which looked very white and terrible, and then the more terrible thunder also rang.

Mo Shichen looked at the letter in his hand, then turned his head to look at the wooden box. He looked down at the woman who was wet by the rain and created a sense of water in the light. His complicated eyes had soaked the indescribable gloom, and he opened his mouth slowly. "These are the confession letters you once wrote to me?"

She didn't speak.

The manor has a history of hundreds of years. Once the time is long, it will unconsciously pile up a deep sense of indescribable depth, especially for a long time without living, and the popularity is very thin.

Even if the light is bright at this time, there is an indescribable silence.

They're looking at each other for 30 seconds, or a minute.

Wenyi suddenly leaped over him and walked past him. He opened the window forcefully. The cold rain was blown in by the cold wind, and easily wet her. She didn't say a word. She turned and walked back to him, struggling to pick up the wooden box.

Before he could wait for Mo, Chen reflected what she wanted to do, so she heard clang. Hundreds of envelopes floated out like heavenly maids scattering flowers. The wind blew away a little, but they were soon knocked down by the rain.

The rain was still heavy, and the wind didn't stop. Moshichen stepped two steps to her side and pulled her to one side. His look was no longer as leisurely as before. His outline was tight. His fingers pinched her arm with uncontrollable force. Just like the anger in his voice, "Wenyi, what are you doing?"

Wenyi did not look at him, but looked at the dark window, wind and rain, thunder and lightning.

The letters disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Thousands of night, hundreds of secret thoughts, across the long years.

He didn't see it. She almost forgot.

Once the ink is completely soaked in water, even if the paper is dry, the blurred words can no longer be seen clearly.

It's a good time to rain tonight.

About to see that she did not speak, Mo Shichen lost patience, and repeated a low roar, "Wenyi!"

He couldn't tell why he got up with his temper. He couldn't hold back the momentum to break out when he gathered in his body. Before she came, he didn't have any strong thoughts on these letters, or the idea that he must read them.

But I watched them destroyed, and my chest was full of rage.

Especially looking at the front of the woman was wet half of the hair and clothes, embarrassed and cold, his finger strength again and again out of control.Wenyi has calmed down, looked up at him, "even if it's yours, it's gone now," she reached out and broke off the fingers of the man's holding her arm, and her heart was calm. She said faintly, "there's another letter. You can see it if you want to. I'll go back."

Then she turned and walked out the door.

She wanted to take the remaining one again, and maybe she could get it back, but she had no idea.

Even she did not know what was written in the letter that he took out casually.

Maybe it's just -

it's a nice day and a good mood.

When Chen looked up again, the figure of the woman had disappeared at the door.

As soon as the servant looked down, his umbrella didn't hold up, so he went out and hurriedly followed him, "madam, it's raining too hard outside, and it's thundering again. Why don't you spend the night here tonight?"

"No more."

The servant didn't say much, but said, "well Wait a minute. I'll get you an umbrella

From here to back to the car, such a heavy rain, she does not have to walk half way, it is estimated that she can get soaked.

Wenyi can't say what feeling it is at this time. Maybe she doesn't feel anything, because her heart is really peaceful. She just doesn't want to stay here, just want to leave immediately.

Seeing that she was going to leave in the rain, the servant called out, "ah, madam..."

But before isothermal job went into the rain, her arm was grabbed by a hand behind her, a few components easily pulled her back from the door completely.

The opened door was also heavily closed by the man's hand, making a bang.

"Wenyi, lightning, thunder, rainstorm, do you want to die?"

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