"Where did the letter sent?" Xu Jinfeng asked curiously. Her eyes were sharp and she saw the postcard at once. She immediately stopped and shouted: "It's that Ye Haichao again?"

The sound of the sewing machine stopped at the same time, and Lou Juxiang and the others were all looking at it brightly. When the name Ye Haichao sounded like a man, and a postcard, there was a situation.

Su Wanrou nodded shyly. She had already seen the three big words on the back. Who is this person? Why is he chasing him relentlessly? Even she knows that she lives in Mopanshan.

"Is this a postcard? It's popular in the city to send this, who sent it to you?" Tang Laifeng asked with a smile.

Su Wanrou's face turned redder. Why did she have the nerve to say that Xu Jinfeng rushed to answer, "It's a man named Ye Haichao. When he was in Songcheng a few days ago, he gave him a bouquet of roses every day. The flower monster looked beautiful and he also picked up a postcard. The words on it all got goose bumps."

Xu Jinfeng rubbed her arms vividly while saying that, and Su Wanrou looked embarrassed and regretted opening the letter. She should have opened it when there was no one at night.

Tang Laifeng and the others stopped working, surrounded Su Wanrou and started asking around.

"What is written on the postcard? Is it a love poem? I heard my sister-in-law say that the people in Songcheng are so stingy, and they say dear, baby, oh..." Lou Juxiang said exaggeratedly, and everyone burst into laughter.

"It's love poem, I still remember it."

Xu Jinfeng cleared her throat and was about to recite the love poem. Su Wanrou was so anxious that she covered her mouth, but her little arms and legs could not block Big Boss Xu, and she had a finger blocked her.

"I'll read it to you? The longing that falls high? The one who clenchs my heart."

Xu Jinfeng recited the sentence seriously, but she didn't remember it very clearly? Anyway, the general meaning was almost the same? Tang Laifeng and the others laughed loudly, and their tears burst out.

"How do you pick your heart? Do you pick your mouth or your hands? Is this scholar named Ye Haichao a sour scholar?" Tang Laifeng smiled and wiped his tears.

"My mouth must be used to sniff? What's the point of sniffing hands? I think this is wrong? This is not right? Why not just sniff, men want this!"

Lou Juxiang was even more serious, but she said something and went straight to the highway and drove into space.

Tang Laifeng and the others laughed even more wildly? She patted the sewing machine so loudly? Su Wanrou's face was so blushed that she could drip bleeding, and she was so angry that she couldn't stop beating Xu Jinfeng.

Xu Jinfeng didn't take this force at all and ignored it directly. He began to recite the second paragraph again, "What else? I think about it, what is it? I remembered it, water and stones? Hit the pounding, water touching the stones? Stones touching the water? That's it."

Tang Laifeng and the others were stunned? They laughed together and winked at Su Wanrou ambiguously.

"This is obviously just trying to touch Wanrou, and it hits you. Tsk tsk, I can't understand this very clearly. Wanrou, this man just wants to sleep with you!" Lou Juxiang summed up in an experienced manner, and was very accurate.

"Yes, I can't understand it very well. Wanrou, what Ye Haichao does and looks like, if he can still live well, just look at it everywhere." Tang Laifeng encouraged him.

Su Wanrou was so embarrassed that she just wanted to get into the cracks. It was the first time she had lived for thirty-seven years that she heard such straightforward and vulgar jokes. She was not only wrinkled a pool of spring water, but her heart was almost bursting out of her throat.

These people speak too... too direct. She doesn't even know who this person is.

"I don't know you, stop talking, you're so embarrassed."

Su Wanrou covered her face, her voice thinner than a mosquito scream.
Chapter completed!