Sweetheart,Don't run away

Jiao body in the arms, but the wife said, not at night, she was tired at night, to have a good rest, but also to punish him a few days ago to do wrong. Don't mess with her, otherwise, he will go to sleep outside and can't sleep with him.

Mo Yanke is about to cry. She is in her arms, but she can only hold her. This feeling is really worrying.

So he was no longer sleepy. Just get up. Crept to the study.

What are you doing in the study.

Of course, to write a reflection report.

he still owes her a self-examination report. He has to write it quickly, otherwise his wife will still be angry. As long as he satisfies his wife, he will have a better life in the future. Let this damned "punishment" pass quickly, or let him be fair and aboveboard as soon as he wants.

So, in the middle of the night, at three o'clock in the morning, he was such a man, such a proud man, with drooping shoulders and frowning. He really wrote every stroke. It seems that he hasn't written so seriously for a long time. It's many years. Now in such a developed society, where do you still need to write? It's all computer typing Words, but he also thought about, but thinking about computer typing will not be sincere, and then ready to handwriting. Sometimes, he dislikes that what he writes is too numb and disgusting, which is too against his style. He is afraid of his wife and says that he is not right. Slightly fickle corner of the mouth spasmodic a draw, click to tear off a piece of paper, throw aside.

This is a look at several pieces of paper, and if you throw it down like this, the book in your hand will be almost torn away.

Then I wring my eyebrows and think about it, and write it down word by word.

Who can think of this situation?!

It was mo Yanke, such a cruel man. Now, because of his wife's words, he wrote a self-examination report here in the middle of the night. If such a thing is spread, those people will be shocked to see it.

Will think, that should not be mo Yanke, they should be wrong, but at the moment in the middle of the night, with a lamp on, and then buried in there thinking, that is absolutely impossible to imagine.

Tangled for two hours, finally tangled out.

After nine o'clock in the morning, they finally woke up. AIMUN prepared breakfast for two people.

The man was taut and embarrassed. The paper hidden behind him had been pinched into a small fold. Mo Yanke handed the paper to AI Meng.

"What." AI Meng, who had just washed the dishes and chopsticks left by breakfast, was a little wet, so he handed over a piece of paper for no reason. Some don't understand what's going on.

Don't open his eyes. He looks a little uncomfortable.

"Wife. You see. "

"What, give me something." She thought it was funny. She was also very strange. How could this man show such an expression? It's hard to see.

She wiped her hand a little and went straight to her apron. She took the paper he handed her. When she opened the paper, she was stunned. It was a piece of white paper, or the white paper in the study.

Then, when I took a close look and saw the words above, I was stunned. It was really a man's introspection report. How did not expect, this man really wrote.

It suddenly occurred to her that she had asked the man to do it, but she didn't really think that he would write. After all, this man is such a character. After all, he was a president. He really wrote it.

In the heart suddenly many bad taste taste, she raised her eyes, aimed at the man picked eyebrows, with a bit of fun.

"Well, I did. Is there 800 words? I won't miss it." The man cleared his throat uneasily and urged. "If you look at it first, it's absolutely 800 words. I've counted it. It's more than 800 words and 54 more words. It's not punctuation. "

That expression, really say how embarrassed there is. But when it comes to 54 more words, it's a little funny unconsciously. I don't think it's OK. This man is still counting one word, one word, after he's finished. I want to laugh when I think of the scene. As soon as I think of this man, I feel very happy.

She stole a smile in her heart, felt fresh again, and began to look at it carefully. Men don't say much, but the sincerity of apology is still satisfied, right and wrong wrote a pass, but it's not perfunctory, but it's really detailed to write again, what he didn't say in the end, because what concealed, and wrote his feelings for him is true, and then finally don't know how many I love you, Aimeng looked at, and laughed.

But looking at the words above, it's really written by a man. It's estimated that he hasn't written such words for a long time.

However, the signature below is really good-looking. It is really in line with the man's style. Although the words in it were a little funny, she at least explained the things clearly. In fact, she was not so careful. After all, everything had happened, and she didn't really say that she had to tangle with it. Therefore, she didn't really get angry. She just wanted to teach the man a lesson.Wife, let's let it go, OK? I have a deep understanding of my mistakes, and I know where my mistakes are. I will correct them in the future, and I will do well.

This is the last word, and then at the end is his powerful signature.

She looked up.

He asked at once. "Wife, have you finished reading it?"

She nodded. "It's over."

He snatched the paper from her.

"Hey, what are you doing? Why are you taking it away? Isn't it for me?" She gave a low cry, but saw that he quickly kneaded the paper into a ball, and then hid it in his pocket, and did not take it out.

"Mo Yanke." She came to grab it, but he stopped her. So, she could only watch the good things kneaded by him and hidden in her pocket without taking them out.

She was a little angry. "What are you doing? Why don't you give it to me? Isn't it for me? Why are you hiding it?"

Give him a punch. "Bring it quickly. What you give me is mine. You are dishonest." AIMUN said over there. "You give it to me quickly. I want to read it. I still need to keep it. This is the first time you wrote it to me. Although it's not a love letter or a reflection report, it's also the first time you wrote it to me. I have to hide it. "