1162: Not Many People Hand Me Love Letters

Not Many People Hand Me Love Letters

Both of them agreed on where they would go for dinner.1

He suddenly suggested going back.

Qiao Mianmian felt that his sudden change of heart might have something to do with that call.

Who called him and what did he say?

Mo Yesi was silent for a few seconds before nodding. "Yes, Grandma said so. Chen Chen should be done by now. We can pick him up."

That night, the Old Madam really liked Qiao Chen.

Hence, when Mo Yesi suggested bringing Qiao Chen back to the Mo residence, Qiao Mianmian didn't think too much about it.

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Qiao Chen's school wasn't far from the Mo Corporation.

Ten minutes later, Mo Yesi and Qiao Mianmian arrived at the school gate.

Qiao Mianmian called Qiao Chen and waited for him in the car.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Qiao Chen's tall and thin figure appeared.

Qiao Chen was very recognizable. His features were exquisite and perfect, like a handsome young man from a comic.

Coupled with his height of 1.8 meters, he stood out in the crowd.

Qiao Chen walked out of the school and saw Mo Yesi parked under a banyan tree not far away.

Qiao Chen was studying in Yun Cheng's key high school.

Many children from rich families studied in this school.

Shen Rou had also attended this high school.

That was why Mo Yesi's Bentley Continental, which was considered the lowest caliber among all his luxury cars, didn't attract much attention.

On the other hand, Qiao Chen had always been the most popular person in school.

Along the way, many girls stole glances at him.

Just as he was about to reach Mo Yesi's black Bentley, a girl suddenly appeared in front of him. She buried her head in her hands and handed him a pink letter.

The girl didn't even dare to raise her head to look at him as she said with a red face, "Student Qiao, this-this is a letter I wrote to you. If you have time, just-just take a look."

With that, she stuffed the letter into Qiao Chen's hands and ran away, covering her face.

Qiao Chen seemed to be used to this kind of thing. He looked down at the pink heart in his hand and expressionlessly put the letter the girl had given him into his bag.

In the car.

Mo Yesi and Qiao Mianmian both saw Qiao Chen being handed a love letter.

Qiao Mianmian smiled and said to Mo Yesi, "I don't know how many love letters Chen Chen received. When I was still in school, he received a lot of love letters every day."

Qiao Chen was really good-looking.

Thinking that he was somewhat similar to Mo Yesi, Qiao Mianmian joked. "When you were in school, did you receive a lot of love letters too?"

"No." Mo Yesi thought for a while and replied honestly, "I'm not as popular as Chen Chen. Not many people send me love letters."

Qiao Mianmian didn't believe him at all. "Not many girls send you love letters? How is that possible?"

She could imagine that Mo Yesi must have been a popular figure in school.

Many girls must have liked him.

She did not believe that he had never received a love letter.

"I'm not lying to you." Mo Yesi's gaze was calm. "Third Yan said that I look like the King of Hell. Girls don't even dare to get close to me, so I don't know how it feels to accept love letters."

Qiao Mianmian was speechless.

She believed him.

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