Marriage can't wait: Gao Leng and Feng Shao bow down

"I'll write it!" Feng Anyan gritted his teeth when he thought about He Mulan's attitude towards him these days, for He Mulan's sake, he felt disgusting.

"That's right!" Xuan Haoyu snapped his fingers, "Let me tell you, this letter should be written like this..."

He Mulan came home from school, but saw a figure at the door of the house, her first reaction was that Feng Anyan was here again, subconsciously wanted to hide, but found that it wasn't Feng Anyan.

This figure...was somewhat familiar, but He Mulan couldn't remember who it was.

While He Mulan was thinking hard, the figure moved, as if he had spotted He Mulan.

"Yo, I was hesitating whether to ring the doorbell. What a coincidence, Miss He."

Hearing this voice, He Mulan suddenly remembered that it was Xuan Haoyu.

Then she wondered again, how could Xuan Haoyu come to her home?
"Why are you here?" He Mulan asked strangely as she went up to meet her.

Xuan Haoyu coughed lightly, and said with a laugh: "I just thought about whether the sudden visit would be too abrupt, so I don't have to worry about it when I meet you."

Then, Xuan Haoyu took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to He Mulan: "I don't know how this letter got to me, so I want to send it to you."

He Mulan is so smart, she can understand what's going on after thinking about it, she gave Xuan Haoyu a blank look: "Feng Anyan wrote it, right? What does he want to do?"

Xuan Haoyu didn't expect He Mulan to see through it so quickly, so he smiled awkwardly: "Miss He is really smart, this is an apology letter from the third young master."

He Mulan looked at the letter for a while, the envelope was plain, with her name written on it in strong characters, she still accepted the letter.

Xuan Haoyu heaved a sigh of relief, and if he could accept it, it meant that there was still a turning point.

"Go and tell him, don't do these tricks anymore, I don't want to hear his name again." After finishing speaking, He Mulan walked directly past Xuan Haoyu to the front of her house and rang the doorbell.

Xuan Haoyu was at a loss, what the heinous thing this Third Young Master Feng was doing, so that He Mulan didn't even want to hear about him?

When He Mulan returned home, she saw He Zhaoyuan was at home. She stepped forward and saw He Zhaoyuan holding a magazine in his hand.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" He Mulan asked curiously.

He Zhaoyuan handed the book in his hand to He Mulan: "Look, my friend is going on a long trip and wants to put his Chow Chow into our foster care for a few days."

He Mulan saw that this magazine was all about raising dogs, and seeing He Zhaoyuan being so serious, He Mulan found it very interesting.

"Brother, it's only a few days of foster care, don't be too nervous." He Mulan said casually flipping through the magazines.

"To be honest, I think it's good to have a dog, what do you think?" He Zhaoyuan was eager to discuss with He Mulan, "You can take it out for a walk when you're bored."

"Come on, pull it out to walk me or I will walk it." He Mulan shook her head with a smile, and returned the magazine to He Zhaoyuan.

He Zhaoyuan took the magazine and agreed with He Mulan's statement. He likes big dogs. With He Mulan's body size, it is indeed difficult to walk a large dog.

"Brother, I'm going upstairs first." He Mulan said, He Zhaoyuan stared at the magazine, waved casually to show that he knew.

He Mulan hurried back to her room, and couldn't wait to open the letter from Xuan Haoyu.

It seems that because he blocked his contact information, he had no choice but to make this decision.

He Mulan actually wanted to laugh, but she straightened her expression, opened the letter, and wanted to see what Feng Anyan said.

Feng Anyan's handwriting is beautiful, and it can be seen that he has been trained, but his writing style is really not flattering, or it may be because he has never written a letter to anyone, so the wording is very blunt.

He Mulan even dared to conclude that Xuan Haoyu must also be involved in this letter.

Otherwise, with Feng Anyan's mouth, he wouldn't be able to say these touching love words in ten lifetimes.

Feng Anyan explained the matter between him and Xu Hanxuan in the letter. Although it sounded like a statement, He Mulan still understood it.

"You thought you were making a movie." Pouted, He Mulan threw the letter into the drawer, sat on the bed and said to herself, "How could it be such a coincidence? She went in when you were drunk, and even so, Why didn't you explain after seeing me?"

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and He Mulan felt that the credibility of Feng Anyan's letter was very doubtful.

On the other side, Feng Anyan, who learned that He Mulan had accepted the letter, was full of expectations and thought that He Mulan had forgiven him, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He stared at the phone to wait for He Mulan's call, but an hour passed without even receiving a text message.

Feng Anyan couldn't sit still anymore, he frowned, and tried to call He Mulan.

It's still on the blacklist.

Feng Anyan's face turned black, and he called Xuan Haoyu.

"Didn't you say the letter was delivered?"

"Yeah!" Xuan Haoyu looked confused, this time he handled things beautifully!
"Why is my phone number still in the blacklist?" Feng Anyan frowned and asked suspiciously.

"Oh, third young master, don't be in a hurry." Xuan Haoyu felt that Feng Anyan's shrewd mind seemed to be rusted in terms of love, and it was heinously stupid.

"Should I just wait?" Feng Anyan was a little impatient, don't be in a hurry, then what should He Mulan do to forgive himself.

"Of course you can't just wait!" Xuan Haoyu said righteously, "Although I don't know how you provoke the third young lady, but the third young lady has said that she doesn't want to hear your name and news again."

As soon as Feng Anyan heard these words, he immediately wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Third Young Master, you'd better work hard, but I'm sure, that letter has already had an effect, and I'm just waiting for you to add more fire." Xuan Haoyu sincerely persuaded.

Feng Anyan hung up the phone with a bad expression on his face. He stared at his computer screen, gritted his teeth, and decided to come to the door again and apologize to He Mulan. If he didn't forgive himself this time, then next time, until He Mulan Forgive yourself so far.

Feng Anyan pulled out the drawer, replaced it with a mobile phone card, and dialed He Mulan's number.

"Hello?" He Mulan seemed to have expected that it was Feng Anyan, her voice was neither salty nor weak.

Feng Anyan was silent for a while, then said: "It's me, did you believe me?"

"I see." He Mulan expected that he would ask her what she believed, so she replied, but she just didn't say what she thought.

Sure enough, Feng Anyan waited for a while and He Mulan didn't speak, so he could only ask: "The truth of the matter is like this, can you forgive me?"

Unexpectedly, He Mulan snorted coldly: "Feng Anyan, do you think I'm stupid, or do you think you're filming a TV series?"

"Ah?" Feng Anyan was taken aback, unable to understand what He Mulan meant.

"You had already put your arms around Xu Hanxuan's waist and told me that this was my answer, and now you have written such a letter saying that this is the truth!" The more He Mulan said, the more aggrieved she became, "Do you think I will believe it? ? I'm not a three-year-old!"

"It's not me..." Feng Anyan couldn't argue with his words, his guts were green with regret, why was he so mean-spirited back then, and wanted to get angry at He Mulan?
"Stop talking! I'll say it again! I don't want to see you!" He Mulan hung up the phone angrily.

Feng Anyan still maintained the posture of holding the phone, and was stunned in the office, dumbstruck.