Looking at the letter in the box of Sang Ping baby, Yu Sheng was not a little sad and angry in his heart. The husband and wife of the previous life, this man never shared his little secret with her.

In a fit of rage, Yu Sheng said: "Don't move my things first, I want to see what else you have that I haven't seen!" ”

Sang Ping couldn't cry or laugh.

What's infuriating is that Sang Qing is still dancing there and gloating at him:

"Uncle, you're done. Hiding the letters that other women wrote to you made my aunt unhappy, and I can't help you this time. ”

Sang Ping feigned anger and said, "Who told you that the letter in this box was written to me by another woman?" ”

Qingzi brought Xiang Yang to testify, "Uncle Xiang Yang just said. ”

Xiang Yang didn't realize how much trouble he had caused Brother Ping, and said stupidly: "I remember that when I was in the army, I helped Brother Ping receive a letter." Later, I also saw Brother Ping writing a reply to someone. That person's name is Liu Nian, right, I'm not mistaken. ”

"You!" Sang Ping suddenly became irritable, "What nonsense are you talking about!" ”

Xiang Yang said simply: "I didn't talk nonsense, at that time, I saw that the beginning of your letter was the word 'Liu Nian'." Although I am not highly educated, I still know these two words. ”

Listening to him talk more and more like that, Sang Ping ignited a nameless fire.

He was about to have a seizure, but he was attacked by Yu Shenghuodao:

"Come down and continue to move your things, I want to see how many unsightly things you still have hidden in this house!"

The daughter-in-law misunderstood.

Sang Ping panicked in his heart.

He hurriedly got out of the car to calm his daughter-in-law's emotions.

"Don't listen to Xiang Yang's nonsense. I didn't-" Sang Ping subconsciously wanted to deny that he had written a letter to Liu Nian, but fortunately he reacted quickly so that he didn't let such a lie come out. "I wrote a letter to Liu Nian, just that time. Just because Liu Nian sent me an invitation the year she got married, I wrote back to her saying that I couldn't participate. There's no way I'm going to take a leave of absence from the army to come back to attend her wedding—"

He bared his teeth and shouted in the direction of Xiangyang: "Just that time, you remember it clearly!" Do you remember when it was? Tell your sister-in-law about it—"

"Ouch," Xiang Yang recalled, "I can't remember exactly when it happened, it's been six or seven years." ”

Yu Sheng was skeptical, "Then who wrote to you what you hid in the box?" ”

Sang Ping smiled helplessly: "How many letters have you written to me yourself, you don't have a score in your heart?" ”

Yu Sheng was stunned, and gradually realized that the letter in his treasure box was most likely related to her. She had known this man for more than six years before she got married, and for a time she kept up with each other. Later, for some special reasons, she was the only one who insisted on writing to him......

She looked at Sang Ping in disbelief, seeing that he didn't look like he was making up nonsense, and suddenly blushed and embarrassed. She still insisted on the last trace of stubbornness, "Then the letters I wrote to you can't be as many as a box!" ”

Hearing is false, seeing is believing.

Sang Ping took the box off the car and opened it, and took out a bundle of letters inside, "These are the letters you wrote to me. ”

Yu Sheng looked at it and looked really yes. She pointed to another bundle of letters inside the box, "Who wrote these for you?" ”

Sang Ping was a little ashamed to speak, but he still blushed and told the truth: "These are what I wrote to you and didn't send them." ”

Yu Sheng thought that he kept sending letters to his hometown during the time when Sang Ping was missing, but he never got a reply, which made her almost think that this man had evaporated from the world, until later he suddenly asked a matchmaker to come to her door to propose marriage-

Yu Sheng was annoyed and ashamed, picked up the bundle of letters and threw them at him, "You wrote me a reply even though you received my letter, why didn't you send it to me!" I thought—"

Sang Ping grabbed her hand and kissed her and kissed it, then held it in his arms, and leaned over to her hot red cheeks and kissed her quickly.

Qingzi, who was watching the excitement at the door of the hall, consciously covered his eyes, revealing the same honey smile as Xiang Yang's face.

Sang Ping looked down at his feet, and said softly to the red-eyed Yu Sheng in a calm voice: "I haven't sent you a letter since my foot was disabled...... Actually, I have received all the letters you wrote to me. I also wrote a reply, but I never sent it. ”

Yu Sheng was annoyed: "Then why don't you send it?" ”

"I... I don't dare. Sang Ping looked at the bundle of letters written to him by Yu Sheng that had been carefully preserved by himself, his eyes were full of love, but there was a trace of uneasiness in his eyes. In almost every reply I have written, I ask you not to send me any more letters. I don't want to send you such a letter, and I'm afraid that you won't write to me again. But I can't help but want to write, and I can't help but want to continue to receive your letters...... And at that time, I thought that if I didn't reply to you, you would give up on your own, but I didn't expect you, you-"

Ever since he was disabled, Sangping has always had low self-esteem. However, this inferiority complex is limited to Yu Sheng. He never felt that he was flawed and inferior to others.

Yu Sheng squeezed his fist and hammered him.

She was moved by what this man did and said.

"I didn't expect that I would keep writing to you until I wrote you to our door!" Yu Sheng said angrily, "I couldn't receive a reply from you at that time, so I had a feeling that you must have received the letter I gave you, otherwise these letters I wrote would have been stamped with the stamp of no one and sent back to me!" ”

Sang Ping pursed his lips and smiled implicitly.

"During the time when I didn't welcome you back, every time I received your heart, it was my happiest time. Now that you are in front of me, I am happy every day. ”

The strong earthy flavor in these words can't hide the deep meaning.

"Look at you stupid!" Yu Sheng sighed, put the two bundles of letters in the box, and then grabbed the letter directly from the box to his hand.

The treasure box was taken away. Sang Ping was a little anxious, "What are you doing?" ”

Yu Shengjiao said brutally: "Everything here has my name, and it stands to reason that everything should be mine." If it's mine, I should hold it. ”

Sang Ping argued: "Then my name will also be put on my head." ”

Yu Sheng raised his face and scolded him with a big belly, "Didn't you say that yours was mine that day." ”

"For you, for you, for you." Sang Ping compromised, but he was reluctant: "I have sorted it out in order, you put it for me, don't mess it up." ”

"Hmph~" Yu Sheng hugged the box and avoided him, "I want to see what you wrote in your reply to me." ”

Sang Ping: "Look at the one I opened, you don't need to read the others, anyway, they all have the same meaning." ”

The words on each letter are his heart's words, even if any word seems ruthless, the meaning behind it is "love you".