Chapter 970 Little C and Little X?

Cen Xi: "..."

Cen Xi gave Lu Jingcheng a blank look, and muttered in a low voice, "If you don't ask, then don't ask, who cares!"

Who else could Lu Dog write to?

If it's not written to my future self, it can only be written to Wen Zhi.

Or it would be Ms. Xia Bing.

Can't count on five fingers.

Cen Xi no longer cared about Lu Jingcheng, lowered his head and wrote the postcard seriously.

She had a lot of people to send, so after writing a few sheets, Cen Xi asked the clerk for another stack.

Lu Jingcheng: "???"

After Lu Jingcheng finished writing a few postcards, he kept looking at Cen Xi, especially when he saw Cen Xi took another stack of postcards, he was really angry.

I have a lot of friends, so I write so much, my hands are not tired?

half an hour later—

Cen Xi is still writing.

Lu Jingcheng: "..."

"How long do you want?" Lu Jingcheng knocked down the table impatiently, looked at Cen Xi who was working hard, and said, "Are you going to write one for people all over the world?"

Cen Xi raised his head and glared at Lu Jingcheng: "Don't rush! It's almost over!"

After another ten minutes, Cen Xi put down the pen with a satisfied face. At this time, there was already a stack of postcards in her hand, which was three to four centimeters high.

Lu Jingcheng got up, walked forward, and picked up the postcard from Cen Xi's desk.

"Hey! Lu Jingcheng!" Cen Xi made a gesture to grab it, "Lu Jingcheng, what are you doing? Give it back to me!"

Lu Jingcheng didn't read the content carefully, he just wanted to see who Cen Xi wrote postcards to.

Shang Luo, Qin Qing, Pippi, Ping An, Chu Fei, Jiang Ce, Lin Mushen, Xia Cheng... Even Ye Zhen had them, and I turned them one by one, but I didn't see his name at the end.

"Without mine?" Lu Jingcheng held a stack of postcards, looked at Cen Xi, and asked.

Cen Xi blinked innocently, and snatched the postcard back: "No, why should I write to you?"

"They all have them, why don't I have them?" Lu Jingcheng was a little bit reluctant.

"They are all my good friends, of course I have." Cen Xi said, "You are not."

"Then what am I?" Lu Jingcheng was angry.

"Ex-husband!" Cen Xi said confidently, "Have you ever seen a woman send a postcard to her ex-husband?"

After finishing speaking, Cen Xi took over the postcard written by Lu Jingcheng, and said, "You definitely didn't write it, but I want to see who you wrote it to."

Taking a look at the postcard, Cen Xi said: "Look, you didn't write to me, what little C, what little X, who are little C and little X?"

Oh, yes, Lu Gou has another dog behind her back?

"Heh..." Lu Jingcheng sneered, he was so angry that he gave Cen Xi a speechless look, wanted to have a seizure but couldn't, turned around and left in anger.

"You still have a temper?" Cen Xi looked at Lu Jingcheng's leaving back, rolled his eyes several times, and muttered, "I haven't asked you what happened to Little C and Little X! Damn Lugou! Hmph !"

Cen Xi put Lu Jingcheng's postcard aside, handed the postcard he had written to the clerk, and asked the clerk to put a stamp on it and send it out for her.

He took out another postcard full of words and put it in an envelope, sealed the envelope, and gave it to the clerk, and asked the clerk to send it out for her two years later.

This is what she wrote to Lu Jingcheng two years later. Two years later, Lu Jingcheng should have remembered it. She had a lot to say to Lu Jingcheng at that time.

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Author's words:

Cen Xi: Lu Jingcheng! say clearly! Who are Little C and Little X? ! !