She estimated that the letter was at least several thousand words long, and the more she read it, the more her scalp tingled.

The air around seemed to become stagnant.

Her hand holding the letter also felt very hot. At this moment, the letter was like a jack and she could hardly lift her hand.

I didn't even dare to look up at Lu Huaijin...

In fact, Lu Huaijin didn't need to ask. Looking at Xu Niannian's expression, he knew that the letter must be true.

He uttered a few words slowly, his tone cold and grim:

"Honey?......"

Nowadays, few people are so bold when writing letters.

He had seen it in the Soviet revisionist literature before.

But she never called me dear.

My whole heart felt like it was soaked in lemon water, sour and swollen, and my breath was stuck in my chest.

Difficult to release.

Xu Niannian felt that the air around her had become a few degrees colder.

My body was shaking.

My brain tells me to quickly find a way to resolve the conflict at hand.

But I couldn't move it. I felt like my brain was stuck in a mess and I couldn't move at all.

Looking at Xu Niannian's delicate profile, with her eyes lowered looking at the ground, he suppressed the anger that was about to burst out in his heart.

He snatched the letter from her hand.

But Xu Niannian held him tightly.

The words Xu Ruhua said to him when they got married emerged in his mind.

Xu Niannian was once very close to He Conghao, so what about him?

A replacement?

No wonder she doesn’t take her birthday seriously.

If it’s to celebrate Conghao’s birthday, should I write at least ten thousand words to celebrate him?

He couldn't help but pinch Xu Niannian's wrist.

Xu Niannian groaned in pain, and the letter in her hand fell to the ground.

Lu Huaijin bent down, picked up the envelope, and walked out quickly.