Since Feng Gu Qiao can remember, there has been Wu Yanjue by her side, and since she was sensible, she knew that she was going to marry him in the future.

The most heard every day, in addition to his own name, is Wu Yanjue.

Sometimes she secretly thinks about why people all over the world have to connect her with Wu Yanjue's cold and impersonal ice box, and later, there is nothing to follow, she understands that she is drilling the horns, but occasionally she still thinks about it, if there is no Wu Yanjue, what will her life be like.

In reality, she can't resist, but there are still fantasies, maybe she is too dismissive on the surface, but she has some waves in her heart.

Sometimes she dreamed more than once that she broke away from Wu Yanjue's clutches, opened the love letters written to her by those admirers, and then read them at a glance and continued to open them, which was as bold as drinking wine and eating meat.

No matter who those people were, no matter how much they talked, no matter what they looked like, she just looked at them frankly, and no longer had to avoid him like a thief in fear.

Speaking of which, Wu Yanjue almost indulged her to the extreme, but she was not spoiled in all aspects, and in some aspects, Wu Yanjue's attitude was still unprecedentedly tough.

For example, the opposite sex.

He never cares how many boys secretly stuff love letters in her table, and no matter which hairy boy who is just starting to fall in love in front of her, he will only collect it mercilessly as soon as she receives the love letter, no matter how Feng Gu Qiao begs, he will not be moved in the slightest.

Adolescent girls are all a little rebellious, and the more Wu Yanjue stops her, the more Feng Gu Qiao will do with him.

He wouldn't let her see it, so she did.

Maybe if you want to dig deeper, part of it is also because of some kind of obsession, she has received countless love letters since she was a child, but she has not even taken a single photo under Wu Yanjue's hegemony.

And today, under the small actions that Feng Gu Qiao honed after being caught several times, he finally succeeded in saving a love letter that was almost buried in Wu Yanjue's hands.

Outside the window, the night sky was low, and from the open window could be heard the chirping of crickets in the grass downstairs, and the air was extremely quiet.

"Click-"

The door was unscrewed open from the outside, and then the switch on the wall covered a hand, and with a small click, the light source filled the room in an instant.

Feng Gu Qiao leaned on the door panel and leaned slightly sideways, pricked up her ears to listen, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief after half a sound, she quickly ran to the desk, cleaned up the messy table, and finally carefully took out a thin love letter from her schoolbag, and then quickly dragged a textbook and pressed it.

After doing everything, Feng Gu Qiao covered his face and laughed stupidly, Wu Yanjue, Wu Yanjue, I didn't expect it, the road is one foot high, after all, it still calls me a foot high.

Covering her face and being too proud, Feng Gu Qiao bent over, her head slammed into the book on the desktop, Feng Gu Qiao held the book against her head, maintained this posture of covering her face and laughed sullenly for a while, before she took a deep breath and straightened up, and finally she smiled and patted the textbook with a love letter.

"When this girl is done bathing and fasting, I will spoil you."

The mist was thick, the light fragrance was floating, and the water flowed down Feng Gu Qiao hummed a small tune, thinking of the love letter for a while, and his mood couldn't bear to be excited.

Coming out of work earlier than usual, Feng Gu Qiao sat down on the fine soft chair leisurely, ready to see the true face of this love letter, but was stunned to find that the love letter she had pressed so well was actually gone.

She pressed the book down without giving up, and after a few seconds of silence, she opened it again, and the fact that there was not even a trace left on the empty table made her choose to accept it.

Her love letter is indeed gone.

The face that had just returned to spring sank suddenly, Feng Gu Qiao couldn't help but close her eyes, and then when she opened her eyes again, she looked at the door with murderous aura, leaving the textbook in her hand and rushing to the next door angrily.

She didn't even knock on the door, Feng Gu Qiao's state could almost be described as breaking in, her anger was burning one after another, but the young man reading at the desk just glanced at her faintly, and then looked at the book calmly, as if there was no more murderous female bandit in the room.

"Smack-"

A slender and good-looking jade palm slammed on the table, and the table lamp on the table shook with the shock, Feng Gu Qiao gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth as if he was gritting his teeth: "Wu Yanjue, where are the things?" ”

The young man's eyes were removed from the book, his eyelids lifted slightly, and his gaze fell on the angry girl very lightly, half loudly, and finally said lightly when he was losing the girl's patience:

"Thrown."

Just two words, without any undulating syllables, spit out from the young man's mouth, there is a kind of ethereal and faint piercing clouds and cracked stones.

But right now, the young man's beautiful voice can't soothe her surging irritability.

Feng Gu Qiao's forehead jumped, he couldn't help his crazy heart, raised his hand, and finally helplessly curled his index finger and stuffed it into his mouth to bite it.

Just when she was full of madness but had nowhere to vent, the boy had already lowered his head again and looked at the book to himself.

"............" couldn't bear it anymore and snatched the book from the young man's hand, Feng Gu Qiao's index finger bar, closed the book on the page that the young man was reading, and rushed down to the table.

Wu Yanjue glanced at Feng Gu Qiao's lips, and then fell on the book that her index finger was bookmarking, and her brows furrowed slightly.

After getting along for so long day and night, she deeply understands the extent to which Wu Yanjue is clean, and she knows better why he is frowning slightly.

Ignoring it directly, Feng Gu Qiao knocked on the table with the book in a big stab: "Wu Yanjue, so many of my love letters have been taken away by you, but these are the first ones, I will secretly hide the next one, you have not confiscated it, do you have humanity?" ”

"Do you understand that enough is enough?" Feng Gu Qiao couldn't help gritting his teeth: "What's wrong with you sneaking away?" Show me a letter that you won't lose a piece of meat, when did I say something about so many girls writing love letters to you, have I received yours? ”

After speaking, Feng Gu Qiao replied for him seriously: "No, right?" ”

She stretched out her palms, her face was impatient, and her movements were like a little ruffian: "Compare your heart to your heart, you give me back my love letter, hurry up." ”

Wu Yanjue leaned back, looked at her gaze without the slightest emotional fluctuation, and said lightly: "If you want to see it, I can write it for you." ”

Almost holding his breath in his throat, Feng Gu Qiao looked at him as if he had seen a ghost: "What kind of nerves do you have?" ”

"Not what you want to see?"

"But I don't want to read what you wrote." Feng Gu Qiao snapped the book and threw it on the table, "I just want to see other people's." ”

Wu Yanjue retracted his gaze indifferently, and there was still not much expression on his face: "Then don't think about it in your life." ”