Seven Nights of Forbidden Love: Good Morning, Chief!

And An Xu promised to hold a box, seeming to be tired, sitting on the stall next to the table, tired to fall asleep.

Bai Hengjin walked over curiously, staring at the box she was holding...It turned out to be this.

Qin Muchen leaned on the door frame, looked at them quietly, and then saw the mess in the room, and his smile deepened: "It's still better at my twelve."

When you get angry, at best... just ignore him.

Why is it going to turn upside down so much.

Bai Hangjinbai gave him a glance.

In Qin Muchen's eyes, only Gu Shinian was a woman. He had already learned about this matter.

"What's inside?" Qin Muchen asked curiously.

"love letter."

She wrote.

She tore it up.

The love letter he pieced together.

A total of ninety-nine letters.

Every word, she loves him.

The corner of Qin Muchen's lips twitched: "Get things done, I'll wait for you below."

...

"Something?"

"According to what you said, the news was sent out." Qin Muchen threw the newspaper in front of him: "It's such a big noise, I want to see how you end up?"

"Also, the one upstairs."

"If she knows it, you can toss it."

"Those things between you and Song Anran."

"She won't know." Bai Hangjin vowed: "Unless you don't want to live anymore."

Qin Muchen believed this very much.

If anyone has the guts to let An promise know, he will undoubtedly die.

"But, what are you going to do?" Qin Muchen asked curiously: "She has been disfigured. A Song family doesn't need you to spend a lot of time."

Sometimes, it's not just a single sentence.

"How do you say." Bai Hangjin bowed his head, and raised his eyebrows with a touch of joy: "I want to retaliate personally for the injuries she suffered."

He remembered all the pain, both good and bad, in his heart.

However, even if she forgets those injuries, after all, they have existed.

He just wanted to ask for all the injuries she had suffered one by one.

Qin Muchen sneered: "Forget it, you are like this."

Love to the extreme.

You can hate it to the extreme.

...

An promised woke up, sat on the bed, holding the box, and looking at the love letter in that box.

Recipient: Bai Hengjin.

Sender: An Xu promise.

Are these all the love letters she wrote to Bai Hengjin?

From the age of eighteen to twenty-three, a total of ninety-nine letters...

An Xu promised to watch those pieces of love letters pieced together, biting his lower lip curiously, who tore it, and who made it out?

"I've been watching for so long, do you have anything to say?" As usual, Bai Hengjin put a glass of milk next to the bedside table.

What to say.

An Xu promised to pursed his lips: "These...I wrote them all?"

"Ok."

"Then, who tore it?"

"you."

"I wrote it myself, I tore it myself, is my brain abnormal?" An Xu promised obviously didn't believe it, the writing on it, from green to graceful... the paper also turned yellow.

"...At the time, you were angry with me." Bai Hangjin simply skipped: "I did something wrong and made you very angry, and then you tore it all up."

"Then...who did it together?" An Xu promised to look at the love letters, but there was still a blank in his mind.

"...I." Bai Hengjin picked up a love letter and smiled bitterly: "At that time, I almost thought that even if I went back, I wouldn't be able to go back to the past, but fortunately, I will come back."