Hu Peici covered his paper tightly, refused to give him a look first, and muttered: "Okay, I'll show you when it's ready." ”

thought that Wu Shengjun would be able to let himself go, but where did he think that he had no such plan at all, and even wanted to grab this piece of paper with him.

How could Hu Peici let him get his hands, he directly folded the paper a few times, and then held it in the palm of his hand very happily and put it behind his back.

Wu Shengjun looked at her with a frown, the weirdness in his heart became stronger and stronger, what kind of fame was his wife doing?

It's so strange that you don't let yourself see it, so why wait a while to show it to yourself?

Wu Shengjun had such an idea in his mind.

"Wife, you can't be secretly writing bad things about me, are you?"

Facing the lonely eyes handed over by Wu Shengjun, Hu Peici pursed her lips and smiled, winked at him mischievously and said, "Then guess what." ”

Wu Shengjun's brows furrowed tightly and said, "No, I'm not worried, let's take a look at it first." ”

Hu Peici's hand behind him suddenly clenched tighter, and said, "No, no, I haven't finished writing yet, I can't show you." ”

"I'm going to a meeting in a moment."

"Yes, I know."

Hu Peici had a little bit in his heart, what did he mean by saying such a sentence in a good manner? He's always known about meetings.

"Then you won't show it to me now, who else are you going to show it when I go to the meeting?"

Hu Peici didn't think this was a problem, and replied seriously: "When you come back to show you, it was originally written for you, who else can I show it?" ”

Asked by Hu Peici, Wu Shengjun was stunned for a moment, he stood in place for a long time, then rubbed his nose and said, "Oh, then I understand." ”

Hu Peici is a little inexplicable, does he really understand? Why did she think he seemed to have misunderstood?

Because when he saw Wu Shengjun walking in the direction of his table and chair, there were still pink bubbles on his body, and his brows suddenly tightened.

She was very suspicious that her husband had guessed what she had written wrong.

This state is very wrong, will there be any decision-making mistakes when the meeting starts?

Hu Peici pursed her lips, saying that she was very worried, but it was only that.

At this time, Wu Shengjun's inner activities were also very rich, and he really didn't think about this letter for the better at first.

After all, his wife's resentment against him today, he is not stupid, he can still feel it.

That handwritten thing, if there are good words on it, then it's a ghost.

But when he persevered and wanted to see it, his wife's words couldn't help but change his mind.

I can only read it myself, and if I write it for myself, I will read it to myself at any time, and this information will be transmitted from my ears to my brain in one go.

Soon, he came to a very reliable conclusion that his wife was definitely writing love letters to himself!

Wu Shengjun felt that his thoughts were completely correct, and he hummed the song very happily and returned to his chair.

Mei Zizi thought about what kind of love words her wife could say to herself? While thinking about it, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and immediately provoked Hu Peici's eyes and killed him directly.

Wu Shengjun immediately restrained his smile, although it was silent, but from the glow of the computer screen, it could be seen that the corners of his mouth were almost to the root of his ears.

"Alright, I think you can go out."

Although Wu Shengjun never laughed out loud after that, he was still nakedly disgusted by Hu Peici at that time.

Wu Shengjun really won't laugh out loud at this time, but in order to prevent him from coming over suddenly, he deliberately looks at him from time to time.

It's good not to look at it, but when you look at it, you will see his somewhat weird smile, which makes her feel very uncomfortable, what is this person smirking at there?

Hu Peici didn't understand it in her heart, she frowned, and finally sighed, and wanted to drive the person away.

At this time, Wu Shengjun is also very cooperative, since his wife wants to write a love letter to herself, her presence always makes her feel inconvenient.

At that time, what if my wife suddenly regrets not writing it for herself?

In order to avoid such a disaster, Wu Shengjun immediately packed up his things and went out very neatly after his wife spoke out.

Hu Peici saw it in his eyes the whole time, and felt that his actions at this time were very inexplicable, and finally frowned and watched people walk out, but the pen under his hand could no longer be put down.

My husband suddenly became so strange, I was really panicked.

Hu Peici shook his head, this person is really strange.

Hu Peici rubbed her hair, and then thought about the content of her own chapter N, immersed in this world of deletion, deletion and modification, she forgot to look at the time.

Soon, it was time for Wu Shengjun to come back from the meeting.

Wu Shengjun first knocked on the door cautiously, and Hu Peici was shocked, thinking that it was an employee and shouted 'come in'.

But she didn't expect that Wu Shengjun was the only one who came in.

Yes, there was no one behind him, and when he came in, the door was closed.

Hu Peici immediately frowned tightly, looked at him, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "What's wrong with you?" Why are you knocking on the door? ”

Wu Shengjun glanced at the paper on the coffee table, and suddenly smiled even more happily, isn't it afraid of affecting your creation, so I knocked on the door.

Influencing her work? Hu Peici followed his gaze and looked at it, and then he was a little helpless, this guy, do you really think you write something good?

Now that I'm in such a good mood, I guess I'll not be in such a good mood after seeing the content of this piece of paper.

Seeing that his wife had not spoken, Wu Shengjun tilted his head and thought about it, could it be that his wife was too shy in her heart, and this love letter had not been written yet?

But isn't this paper a little too much? So thick, why did she write so many words of love letters? Aren't your hands sore?

Suddenly, Wu Shengjun was stunned in place, he had always felt as if he had ignored something, but now, he seemed to understand what he had ignored.

"You can't show me this yet?"

Wu Shengjun's eyes stayed on the paper for a while, and his face slowly became serious.