Chapter 177 (1/2)
”Yes, I believe these things will wake the young master up.” Wenliang has been with yebeichen for so many years. He knows what yebeichen cares most about and what can give yebeichen the most power.
”True or false?” Of course, Lica didn't believe it. If there was any magic weapon, why didn't Wenliang take it out earlier and wait until now?
”Don't ask so many questions. Come and read it. It would be better if you could read it in the voice of the young lady. It would stimulate the young master more strongly.” Wen Liang took out a letter from the carton, from the ugly paper plane, the paper boat, to the beautiful paper tree, the paper heart, the paper flower basket in the back. ”What are these?” she asked
”The young lady wrote love letters to the young master from childhood. The young master never seemed to care about them and threw them away. In fact, every one of them was secretly picked up and kept as a baby!” When Wen Liang finished, he realized why he explained so much to Lica? He handed the love letter to Rebecca in order and urged her to read it quickly
”Good, good.” Now there's no other way. Dead horse should be a living horse doctor. But when Rebecca opened the first love letter, she collapsed. She wanted to stick the paper on her gentle nose. ”Please tell me where the words are!”
Wen Liang took a look, but it was very calm, ”when she was five years old, she didn't know how to write, so she used to draw.”
Ricardo was speechless. ”How can I read that?”
Wen Liang said lightly, ”just describe it to the young master and stimulate him.”
Lica looked at the ugly painting again. She could only barely recognize what it was, but she went to see Wenliang, ”I really can't do it.”
”It's like this --” there's no way. Wen Liang can only do the demonstration himself. ”Brother Chen, look, this is my painting. This small house is our home. There is a river in front of us. There are small fish in the river, and there are ducklings on it.”
”I'll go! Are you sure this is really a duck, not an alien? ” Asked Lica, pointing to the so-called duck, uglier than a pig's head.
”Don't interrupt!” Wen Liang's face said, ”when you were five years old, you didn't necessarily have a good painting by your grandmother.”.
Lica sniffed, but she still had to read it according to the gentle version and pretended to be Xia Xiaomo's voice. If it wasn't for the early awakening of yebeichen, she would have wanted to hit someone. A few minutes later, however, she couldn't stand it any more. ”Wow, what's this ghost charm?”
Wen Liang glanced at it, then asked scornfully, ”Miss, haven't you ever learned Chinese pinyin?”
”I'm half blood. I grew up abroad, OK?” she said It's also Pinyin. She can speak Chinese very well.
Wen Liang is slightly stunned, ”Oh, is it an international friend?” Then he read the pinyin to her. In this way, she spent a whole day reading, and her voice was smoking. In addition to moving her fingers occasionally, she didn't wake up.
”You've made me read these disgusting love letters twice, but they're still useless,” she said angrily
Wen Liang insisted, ”I believe the young master will wake up soon, and he won't leave his grandmother alone!”
In my opinion, Beiye doesn't like Xia Xiaomo as much as he thinks! All he likes is the feeling of being with her