At that time, she would definitely go to him and play the victim to win sympathy, so that the two of them could have an intersection. Luo Meihui firmly believed that she was no less capable than Luo Jiaojiao, not to mention that she knew what would happen in the future, and Liu Zimo would definitely fall for her!

Time flies, and just three days pass in a flash. That morning, Luo Jiaojiao happily took out the embroidery work she had carefully embroidered and showed it to Leng Mohan.

The embroidery was so lifelike and natural that it was amazing. "Brother Leng, could you take me to the furniture maker? I want to get a suitable frame to frame the embroidery so that Aunt Rong and the others can hang it directly on the wall."

Leng Mohan stared at the exquisite embroidery in front of him and couldn't help but admire it sincerely: "It's really stunning. At first glance, it looks exactly like the real thing. They will like it."

Then he gently rolled up the embroidery cloth and looked at Luo Jiaojiao, and said softly: "Okay, let me take it. You stay at home and rest, get some more sleep to get enough rest, so that you don't complain about being too sleepy at night."

Hearing this, Luo Jiaojiao could only look at him helplessly, complaining with a look of grievance: "It's because you don't let me go to bed after twelve o'clock. In the past, I would have fallen asleep at ten o'clock." There was a hint of resentment in her words.

"Well, so, if you sleep more during the day, you won't feel sleepy at night." Leng Mohan rubbed her hair, turned and walked out of the room, and gently closed the door.

He thought to himself: If he continued to stay here, he might not be able to help but promise her not to stay up late at night, but this kind of thing cannot be controlled by willpower alone. After all, for him, this is really hard to give up.

At this moment, Luo Jiaojiao looked at Leng Mohan's energetic and radiant appearance, and then thought of her own miserable state, she couldn't help but feel confused.

Is it really because of my weak constitution? Thinking of this, Luo Jiaojiao decided to take some time out every day to practice dancing at home from now on. Since I don't like running, I will choose to exercise by dancing.

Having made up her mind, Luo Jiaojiao climbed back into bed contentedly, ready to have a good sleep.

Just at this moment, a messenger's voice came from outside a door of Luojia Village: "Luo Xingchen, there is a letter for you!" The voice was crisp and loud.

Then, a man with a pale face that looked sickly but with a faint smile on his face pushed open the door. This man was Luo Xingchen himself. Due to his long-term dealings with this messenger, they were already quite familiar with each other.

The courier handed the envelope to Luo Xingchen and said with a smile, "This letter is from the military region." There was a hint of intimacy in his words. Letters from the military region would arrive every month, and Luo Xingchen had long been accustomed to such waiting.

"Didn't your uncle and his family pass away? How come someone from the military region sent you a letter?" The courier asked with a puzzled look on his face. Luo Xingchen took the letter thoughtfully. When he saw the sender on it, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he explained with a smile: "Oh, it was sent by a good brother from the same village."

"I see." The messenger seemed to understand something and did not ask too many questions. He just said lightly: "Well, the letter has been delivered. I'll take my leave first." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.