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"Madam, you have to comfort the boss later. I think the only person who can make the boss happy when he is in a bad mood is you, madam."
Mu Chuchen hummed as he walked inside.
She brought him here to comfort her man.
After taking the elevator to the top floor, Mingyu stopped and motioned for Mu Chuchen and his son to go in by themselves. In his words, he had been scolded by his boss all morning, so he stopped going in to scold him.
Mu Chuchen stood at the door of the office, lowered his head and said to his son: "Mumu, after you meet dad, you must bring out your cuteness to make your dad happy."
Mumu nodded solemnly.
He is young, but he is not stupid.
He listened to what the adults said and knew that his father was in a bad mood now.
Mu Chuchen knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
Ye Junhao's voice was still so low.
Mu Chuchen breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not on the verge of becoming angry.
She pushed the door open and went in.
"dad."
As usual, the little cute baby threw away her mother's hand as soon as she saw her father and trotted towards the man sitting behind the desk, biting the end of his pen and staring at the paper in front of him, as if he didn't know how to write.
The word "love letter" is written on the top of the A4 paper.
The content is extremely short: Wife, I love you!
Picture: Two red hearts connected together.
For Ye Junhao, who is not good at talking about love and has never written a love letter, it is indeed difficult for him to write a love letter.
He thought about searching on Baidu, and then copying a love letter with different contents every day to send to his beloved wife.
He also felt that that was deception. He was "punished" sincerely, so of course he couldn't deceive.
So, I wrote "Wife, I love you!"
After these words, President Yeda was stuck.
"dad."
The little cute baby walked around the desk and ran to his father. Like a monkey, he climbed onto his lap in a few moments.
"Wife, you are here."
Ye Junhao put down his pen, picked up his son, and stood up to greet his beloved wife.
Early morning is already approaching.
When I walked in, I saw him biting his pen and thinking deeply. Chuchen thought he was stumped by his work, but when he looked closer, he was actually writing a love letter.
Mu Chuchen¡¯s mood, I don¡¯t know how to describe it.
After his wife saw him writing a love letter during work hours, Ye Junhao sat his son on the table, embarrassedly picked up the A4 paper and handed it to Mu Chuchen.
There was embarrassment on Jun's face, and he said apologetically: "Honey, I was in a bad mood after I arrived at the company. This is my first love letter to you. After writing these few words, I got stuck."
"However, when I wrote you a love letter, I definitely wrote it with deep affection and very seriously. It's just that the number of words is a little short. If you don't dislike it, just accept it."
Chuchen took it, looked at the powerful and flying fonts on the paper, and said with a smile: "Husband, in this first love letter, just use as few words as possible, I don't mind it."
She carefully folded the love letter and put it in her bag.
Ignoring the relieved expression of her man.
Ye Junhao writes love letters and only writes "I love you."
Guessing that his wife had received the news and came to comfort him, a certain young man quickly wrote the first Ye Junhao version of his love letter and gave it to his wife.
At this time, no matter how few words he wrote in the love letter, his wife would not care.
In fact, his wife is confused when she is concerned.
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