[Rebirth] If you don't treat it as an essence, you will die

"I wrote to you before." Yan Huai used an affirmative sentence, and her white fingers just rested on the logo of the envelope.

"You remember."

For a period of time, Li Mofei often appeared on the financial news, and every time, Li Mofei's ranking in the top five of diamonds rose a few places.

In the end, he could not be promoted, and he topped the list.

He would never have read such a letter.

But that day he just came in from the door, just helped the front desk pick up the scattered documents, and just saw the sender's name on the envelope.

Banquet locust tree.

A name he is not unfamiliar with.

Is it really Yanhuai?

No matter how courageous those people are, they would not dare to check his past affairs. They would not know that he used to take good care of a child, a child named Yan Huai, and that was all many years ago.

Li Mofei just had time to read a letter that day.

Yan Huai liked to draw when she was a child, and she also had to draw while writing a love letter, which looked very interesting.

The front desk was terrified, thinking that if he made a mistake in front of the president today, he would be fired.

Unexpectedly, the president's expression was as usual, and he said: "In the future, there will be things sent by this person, call the internal line and tell me."

The front desk worked with trepidation for two months, checking every letter and courier carefully, but she never saw anything from the sender named Yan Huai.

The front desk gradually forgot about it.

Li Mofei thought that he would forget it too, just like forgetting a child who refused to be close to him any more.

The truth is, not only did he not forget this incident, but he also never forgot the children who would wait for him to come home from school at the intersection.

My aunt goes to Yanhuai every year to see the children left behind by good friends.

Li Mofei will also go along and prepare gifts for Yan Huai.

He didn't even need to ask, he knew which junior high school Yan Huai went to, which high school class he was in, which floor the classroom was on, that he won a big prize in a painting competition, and that he studied jewelry design in college.

Li Mofei is like a silent distant relative, watching a certain child grow from a small one to a big one.

Yan Huai's letter was plausible, Li Mofei couldn't help thinking, does he really like her, to the point of writing love letters?

Instead of saying it directly, but writing a love letter, this awkward way is exactly the same as when I was a child.

At that time, Li Mofei believed that he was a staunch non-marriage advocate.

But he began to care more about Yan Huai.

Yanhuai is well-known in the design department and even in the whole school, so Li Mofei can easily get more information.

Yanhuai has grown up enough to be able to take care of herself, and take care of herself well enough.

But no matter how he looked at it, Yan Huai didn't like him.

Li Mofei couldn't tell whether he was lucky or disappointed.

In short, he paid more and more attention to Yanhuai.

One day he found that this kind of attention exceeded the limit it should have.

It must be because the pink envelope, which was out of place in the office, was placed in the office, which affected his mood at work.

Li Mofei went back to the old house and put the letter back.

If you don't see it, you won't remember it.

There is a room in Li Mofei's bookcase, which is dedicated to Yan Huai's things, the comics Yan Huai has read, the crayons Yan Huai used, the toys Yan Huai likes, and the love letters written by Yan Huai.

Yan Huai was obviously very clingy when he was a child, why did he stop clinging to him when he grew up.

This is a question that Li Mofei can't figure out.

Li Mofei tried not to think about it again, but Yanhuai crashed into his arms again.

He found that Yan Huai was an adult now.