How can the president be fierce

Chapter 298 Dear Daddy-Long-Legs.

Liang Musheng never knew how to ring the doorbell, and Chen Guang also knew the password. It was the first time she heard someone ring the doorbell after being here for so long.

I went to open the door and saw that it was the postman.

"Hello, this is a letter from Mr. Liang, please sign for it."

Qing Xiaomo took a look, the address on the envelope was Liang's Group Headquarters Building.

"Why did you send it here?" she asked.

"Oh, I received a call temporarily, saying that the letter should be delivered here."

Qing Xiaomo didn't ask any more questions, and took over the thick pair of letters after signing.

These letters seemed to be sent from various companies, she flipped through them randomly, and then threw them on the sofa.

Just as he picked up the rag again, he suddenly stopped.

Fiddled with a pair of letters with his fingers, and pulled out an envelope with a cartoon pattern printed on it.

The style of this envelope is not what the company would use, and the addressee's writing is not a stereotyped "Dear Mr. Liang Musheng" or the like, but handwritten.

Beautiful, special font for girls——Dear Daddy-Long-Legs.

Daddy Long Legs.

These four words may not be clear to others, but to her who has read countless romance novels, she is very familiar with them.

This is a unique name for a girl who is just in love with a man she has never met but has been caring for her.

Rubbing the string of delicate handwriting with her fingertips, she seemed to be able to feel the girl's blushing face and thumping heartbeat as she wrote it stroke by stroke.

The desire to pry into a man's privacy has never been so urgent.

He forced himself to hold back again.

She wanted to give Liang Musheng the minimum respect, this is his personal belonging, he probably wouldn't like to be touched by others.

There seemed to be something soft the size of a palm inside the thick envelope. She tried several times, but she still couldn't guess what it was through the envelope.

It was as if she was holding a burning flame in her palm, and she let go of her hand, which was so hot.

It was only then that she noticed that the address written on the letter was not the headquarters building of the Liang Group, nor this place, but a community she had never seen before.

This neighborhood must be so ordinary that she has never heard of it after living in Liangcheng for so many years.

But why... was he sent here?
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Fidgeting in the apartment, she couldn't help looking at the letter. She held back for a while, then got up and changed her clothes to go to the hospital to see Shen Suya.

Staying here all the time, she was afraid that she would not be able to control herself and secretly opened the letter.

The ward was very quiet, Shen Suya was leaning on the pillow, flipping through a yellowed book.

"We're always trapped in sadness and narcissism. We succumb to failure, disaster, and take it as the essence of life, even as a necessity. We always say that life will go on..."

Sunlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a layer of golden light on the woman's soft and quiet side face.

The years have treated this woman very preferentially, and never carved the slightest trace on her face, but instead precipitated a calm and gentleness that is independent from the world.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the man with handsome and picturesque eyebrows had some turbulent emotions rolling in his eyes, and his thin lips curled into a tight arc.

The president, who seems to be as detached from the gods in the news, is a different person.

He looked at her, the pain that had been suppressed for many years was torn apart, and he could almost hear the sound of blood gurgling.

"In these years, have you ever regretted even for a second, regretting that you abandoned me for Qingde?" The voice was so hoarse that it was almost indistinguishable.

(End of this chapter)