The richest man Yang Fei

They already knew that the person who gave Chen Mo the gift was Yang Fei, so they paid special attention to the gift she received.

"I bet ten yuan, the gift this time must be skin care products!"

"How is it possible? How can skin care products be so light? I bet 20 yuan, it must be a new and exotic electronic product."

"Idiot, you all guessed wrong. Don't you know that Chen Mo likes to listen to music the most? Yang Fei's gift this time is definitely a music disc."

Chen Mo didn't keep them waiting.

She unpacked it, and inside was a beautiful notebook.

"Oh, why is it just a notebook?"

"We all guessed wrong."

"Yang Fei is so petty this time? It's seriously inconsistent with his status as a billionaire. How do you look at this notebook? It only costs a few tens of dollars, right? Can this be given away?"

The roommates shook their heads, thinking that this was the biggest gossip news of the year.

Chen Mo had already guessed what it was, but didn't reveal it.

She opened the title page, strangely, it was not signed by any big star.

It is a line of strong running script:

"My side is not crowded, you are the only one when you come."

This sentence has no beginning and no end, like a love poem written by a poet of love, but it is inexplicable.

"What does this mean?" The roommates were eager to gossip.

Chen Mo smiled slightly, and she was the only one who understood the meaning of this sentence.

"This is Yang Fei's handwriting."

"Written for us, Chen Mo?"

"What do you mean?"

Chen Mo didn't answer, she turned to the next page in silence.

"What is this? It's flamboyant, who wrote it?"

"Let me take a look. It seems to be written: love when you love, why be reserved? Reserved will only lose the happiness of you and the person you love in life——Written by Liu and Tianwang!"

"My God, is this a message written by Liu Tianwang? Liu Tianwang's autograph?"

"real or fake?"

"The ones sent by others may be fake, but the ones sent by Yang Fei, can there be fake ones?"

"..."

Chen Mo looked at the line in a daze.

Liu Tianwang may have just expressed his feelings, but he inadvertently wrote about her girlish mood.

Chen Mo turned to the next page.

"I'm learning to be intoxicated in your love."

A short sentence.

The inscription is the god of song.

Roommates are not calm.

"My God! Not only Liu Tianwang's message and signature, but also Zhang Geshen!"

"I learned to be intoxicated in your love, what a beautiful word."

"Wow, this notebook was originally only worth a few dozen yuan, but with these autographs, its worth doubled immediately. Chen Mo, give me 300 yuan?"

Chen Mo smiled lightly and turned to the next page.

with no doubt.

The following are the messages and signatures of other heavenly kings among the four heavenly kings.

Then came the Little Tigers, and the Bie'an band.

The most outrageous thing is that there are Zhou Huimin and Sister Mei!

Among them, the one signed in Japanese is from Akina Nakamori!

Yang Yuying wrote at the end, and wrote: "I don't know who you are, but to make Yang Fei love you so much, you must be the happiest little girl in the world."

Roommates can no longer breathe!

My God, this notebook worth tens of dollars, let alone three hundred, is 30, I'm afraid I can't buy it!

The way they looked at Chen Mo could no longer be described as envious.

Chen Mo gently closed the notebook and hugged it tightly in her arms, a strange sense of happiness overflowed her whole body.

What flashed in front of her eyes was Yang Fei's strong and powerful arms, and his handsome and charming smile.

"Where is he at this moment? What is he doing?" Chen Mo was in a state of confusion.

How did she know that Yang Fei was facing the most difficult choice in his life right now!

Chapter 773

One day in mid-October, it was raining heavily in Taohua Village.

The business of the hot spring hotel is cold and there are not many customers.

The bus going to the city to pick up passengers walked alone, facing the rain, and returned to the village.

The car door opened with a creak, and a tall and thin young man in his thirties stood by the car door, hesitantly glanced at the heavy rain outside, and retracted his outstretched legs.

The bus driver took out an umbrella and handed it to the guest, "Take it and use it. Just put it at the front desk of the hot spring hotel when you're done using it. Our company manages it in a unified way."

"Thank you." The tall and thin man took the umbrella, got out of the car, roughly identified the direction, and walked towards the tallest building in the village, which is where the hot spring hotel is located.

The rain was too heavy, and when they walked in front of the hotel, the guests had a lot of rain on their bodies and some mud on the uppers of their shoes, making them look very down and out.

He walked under the eaves, put away the umbrella, shook the raindrops on the umbrella, raised his head, and looked at the glass door of the hot spring hotel.