Until Concubine Ye washed up and came out of the bathroom, Su Mohan was still sitting there smoking, his expression was fluttering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Concubine Ye glanced at him, still angry, and directly beckoned the maid to send her some rebellion, and didn't care about Su Mohan.

Su Mohan didn't take the initiative to speak, got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

As soon as he closed the bathroom door, Concubine Ye put down the food in her hand and ran to his desk to rummage for a while.

What?

I really don't write it to her!

Concubine Ye let out a sigh of relief, looked in the direction of the bathroom dissatisfiedly, and then sat down at the table and ate breakfast.

After eating, Concubine Ye nestled on the sofa and began to read, only to glance at Su Mohan who was sitting at the desk working on documents from time to time.

"Let the secretary send all the materials and documents of Daqing." Su Mohan picked up the phone and opened it briefly, then hung up the phone and began to work again.

Concubine Ye sighed, it seemed that it was indeed impossible to expect him to write a love letter to herself.

At this moment, Su Mohan looked at the stack of documents in front of him, but his mind was a mess.

Remembering the love letters I read last night, little concubine? Baby? Britney? Small......

Thinking of those disgusting names, Su Mohan had a headache, and reached out to light another cigarette.

Concubine Ye frowned and glanced at him, hesitated for a moment and didn't speak, how many have you smoked this morning?

Surrounded by smoke, Su Mohan half-squinted his eyes, and finally put pen to paper, as for the title...... Directly saved.

After the first sentence fell, Su Mohan suddenly felt that his talents were springing up, and he was indescribably happy, and wrote a few lines freely, and in less than two minutes, he threw down the pen, looked at the masterpiece he had just baked, and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

Looking up and glancing at the small things nested on the sofa, Su Mohan was about to fold the paper into several folds with a cigarette in his mouth, and suddenly thought that someone seemed to have folded a heart-shaped pattern out of paper in yesterday's love letter.

Immediately, Su Mohan took out his mobile phone and searched for a goo, and after a few glances, he began to do it himself, but in view of the fact that the tank is a bit complicated, Su Mohan directly took a blank piece of paper and folded it again, without using the love letter he had worked so hard to write before.

Concubine Ye glanced up at him when she was flipping through the book, and found that this master didn't know what he was busy with, and he lowered his head and fiddled with a piece of paper with extra hard work.

Concubine Ye sat up slightly straighter, peeked a few times, and couldn't help but feel a touch of anticipation in her heart, could it be that he really wrote it for himself?

After looking around for a while, seeing him looking up at herself, Concubine Ye hurriedly lowered her head and pretended not to see anything, but her heart couldn't help but pound.

After a while, the movement in Su Mohan's hand stopped, and a lifelike tank appeared in his hand, and by the way, he also took out a cigarette and inserted it in front of the tank as a cannon barrel.

"Ahem......" Su Mohan stood up from a distance and coughed lightly.

Concubine Ye didn't move, but her mind had already flown to him, and she had been quietly paying attention to his movements.

Seeing that she ignored him, Su Mohan walked over with a cigarette in his hand and the tank and love letter in his hand, first put the love letter on the coffee table, and then put the tank on the love letter, and the cigarette on it happened to be aimed at Concubine Ye.

Concubine Ye glanced at it, and finally couldn't help but take the initiative to speak, looked up and glanced at him and said, "What?" ”