The third letter from the female city lord is still short, but very chewy.

The content of the third letter is as follows: "I am only good at reviewing documents, I don't know how to write long letters, and I don't know what to write. Since you wrote the letter, you can set me a demonstration first."

Sister-in-law smiled, it was obvious that the prostitute had made concessions.

What he has to do is make a move.

Back in the room, Wang Mu prepared his pen and ink and adjusted his state.

He was happy about the exchange of letters and found the happiness he had long lost.

Humans are forgetful animals. They will forget the love words they have said after a while. Things written on paper can be preserved for a long time. When you look back many years later, you can still recall the throbbing and heartbeat at that time.

In this regard, Wang Mu was influenced by his family. His grandfather left early. Every year on his grandfather’s birthday, his grandmother would pick up a letter, put on reading glasses, and watch silently for a long time.

The letter that had been preserved for more than 40 years was also the only letter written by my grandfather to my grandmother.

Wang Mu also wanted to leave a letter to the prosecutor who was worth keeping for decades, so he became interested.

He continued to write until midnight, and finally wrote the draft that he had revised many times.

Then he found a beautiful piece of letter paper and copied the draft. A letter with neat handwriting and ritual sense was born.

In this world, some people do not take revenge overnight, and some people do not send letters overnight.

Sister Wang belonged to the latter. He stuffed the written letter into the couple's mailbox overnight and fell asleep with hope.

He had a dream, the best dream in half a year.

In the dream, the prosecutor stood at the bow of the boat, spreading his arms, as if he was about to soar in the sky, and said moving lines: "Jack, Lesson Comme, Lesson..."

In the dream, Wang Mu wore a straw hat and hugged the beauty's slender waist from behind, with a full face full of energy: "Shredded pork, no beeping. Gemu Gemu chopped, soft rice king, I'm sure!"

At this time, the background music sounded: "Benx's fine wine, facing the wind, rain and huge waves, my favorite flag is flying under the clear sky. Looking into the distance together, the picture is so longing for... "

...

Overnight, the Ling family changed a lot.

Early in the morning, the old housekeeper invited the female city lord to the west courtyard, saying that the master's wife had invited her.

Ling Xueyi saw a radiant Landrie. The prodigal woman broke through with an awakening stone and absorbed the energy of the marrow washing fruit to reach level 20. She looked a little more graceful and less mean.

The one that changes even more is Lingyunzhi.

This Mr. Ling was reborn seriously. The sickly aura she used to swept away, and was replaced by a mighty and mighty man with a strong and powerful life.

Ten years ago, Ling Yunzhi had reached level 20, only one layer of window paper was left to break through.

Although the marrow-cleaning fruit does not directly advance like the second-level awakening stone, the accompanying powerful energy also has a small probability that those stuck in the bottleneck will break through that hurdle, and Ling Yunzhi has advanced in this way.

After the breakthrough, he completely refined the energy of the marrow-cleaning fruit, and it soared to level 30!

After the family of three celebrated, Ling Yunzhi called his daughter to the study room of Xiyuan alone and said earnestly: "That boy repays his grievances with kindness and is tolerant, and I'm relieved to hand you over to him."

In just one short sentence, Ling Xueyi couldn't calm down the whole morning.

She knew what her mother had done to Sister Wang.

On one side is my mother and on the other side is my husband. It is difficult for the female city lord to be a human being when he is stuck in the middle. Many times he can only pretend to be deaf and turn a blind eye.

Putting herself in her shoes, if she were Wang Mu, she felt that she would not be able to respect Landrie.

On the day when the second challenge failed, the proctorate lady who had been given up for thirty rounds once thought she was humiliated. Wang Mu gave in to her many times in a row, which was more like a teasing of the strong against the weak.

Until today, she had a new idea...it was a kind of energy.

After her father's earnest reminder, the female city lord began to believe that a man without tolerance would not give in to her mother like that, let alone give in to her like that.

Walking into the study room of Dongyuan, Ling Xueyi opened the mailbox of the couple and saw a long letter.

She looked at it very seriously. In the process, the frost on her body showed signs of melting, just like everything revived in spring, everything seemed so beautiful and full of vitality.

"My wife, let me tell you a secret: in my hometown, countless beautiful and moving poems have been born, many of which can make girls cry."

"When I wrote this letter to you, I hesitated eighteen times to copy a poem and pretend that I am very talented."

"After thinking about it, I decided to be my true self, otherwise when I grow old and see the poem I copied, I will despise myself."

"Someone shows his true self to end a relationship."

"Someone shows his true self and starts a relationship."

“I chose the latter.”

“I used to pretend to be myself and want everyone to like me.”

"This does have some effect. It seems to have a good relationship with everyone and looks very popular. But I know in my heart that that is not the real me."

"One day later, I didn't like myself."

"I remember when I first met you in Xiaoxuan Realm, you, with a broken dress, said to me calmly: Those who have died once have no time to consider whether they have dressed... That scene shocked me, and I want to tell you that I have had the same experience."

"I have died once, and I really feel that my life is gradually dying."

"I still don't want to think about that process. I only remember the unwillingness in my heart when my consciousness collapsed: I'll give me another chance, and I want to do it again."

"If I could do it again, I would be the real self, even if I was criticized by thousands of people."

"If I can do it again, I have a song to give you: the hour when I miss love appears, the first gem in my life. I want to love you again with a key to memory."

"The me you have seen in the past few months since I know you are the real me."

"I have to admit that it is really hard to like a person who is unpainted. I hope that one day, you can see the other side of me and find that I still have something to offer."

"In order to realize this wish, I am willing to give all my strength to support you to become the strongest warlock in this world. At that time, I will be able to have a happy and soft meal."

"Do you think I'm very unpromising? I know what kind of person I am. No matter how well I disguised myself, I can't deceive myself. So, stop pretending, I'll showdown - marrying a rich and beautiful woman and reaching the peak of my life. This is a dream I had many years ago, and I am such a person."

"I'm sorry that such a person broke into your life. You gave me two choices: either die or marry you. I chose the latter. Since I made the choice, I will not change it."
Chapter completed!