Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 992 Love Letter(1)

Emily did not go to school, and Rex helped to get her a drop-out procedure.

Rex went back with a bag of things.

Emily went over to take a look, and there was actually a banner.

Just as Emily was about to take a closer look, Rex quietly pulled her to the side and handed her a bag of heavy things, "Mrs. Emily, I don't know if I should throw away your love letter or not. I'll give it to you first."

Emily was speechless.

"What did you say?" she asked, suspecting that she had heard wrongly.

Rex took out a pink letter.

Emily was speechless. Rex opened the bag again and pointed at the hundreds of letters inside, "After I helped you get your drop-out procedure, the group of students surrounded me and gave me these. It seemed to have missed some. I tried my best to replace a bag and put them in."

Emily opened one of the letters and asked uncertainly, "Is this for me?"

Emily had never received a love letter in her life.

"For you, of course." Rex came over to see the contents of the love letter together with her and even started to read it loudly, "To Emily of Class F, I am Shawn of Class B. Ever since I saw you on the day of the sports meet, I have a crush on you..."

When Rex read the word "crush", he rubbed his arms, "Strange, it seems a little cold..."

Rex looked up and saw Vincent standing in front of him.

"Mr. Vincent, you are here," Rex said in realization.

Rex lowered his head and was about to continue reading the love letter, suddenly he glanced at Vincent and then looked at Emily.

Emily looked at Rex with an expression as if he was dead.

Rex swallowed his saliva, shrunk his neck, and disappeared.

Emily stuffed the envelope into the bag full of hundreds of letters, then looked at Vincent, "Mr. Vincent, I can explain."

Vincent looked at her calmly.

"I ... I... I didn't accept any love letters. I just took a look." Emily stretched out her index finger and used her thumb to draw a very small piece, "I just took a look." "Well, give me the rest." Vincent glanced at the bag in her hand.

Emily was speechless.

"Didn't you say you just wanted to take a look? Or are you planning to read them all?" Vincent raised his eyebrows.

Emily waved her hand, "No, no, no, I just want to see one."

After saying that, Emily stuffed the bags into Vincent's arms and threw the opened letter over.

That night, Vincent was in the study, and his table was filled with open love letters.

"Such poor vocabulary, did primary school student write these?" Vincent was in disdain.

The guards were busy unfolding the envelopes, which were folded into the shape of hearts and were very difficult to tear down.

"Mr. Vincent, the best writing paper in the city are all here," Rex ran over from outside and held a dozen or so papers in his hands.

Vincent waved his hand.

Rex retreated to the side.

Vincent first took out a piece of paper and laid it on the table. He took out a pen and wrote a line of words. Suddenly, he frowned and threw the piece of paper into the trash.

"Mr. Vincent, is the writing paper not good?" Rex asked.

"No." Vincent was still frowning. At this moment, he was holding a pen in one hand. His dark eyes fell on Rex's face, which showed that Vincent was very conspicuous. He said, "I ... don't know how to write love letters."

Rex staggered and almost fell out.

The guards could not help but laugh so much that their shoulders were shaking.

After laughing for a moment, they felt that the room was a little cold. When the guards looked up and met Mr. Vincent's eyes, they closed their mouths immediately.

At midnight, Rex and the guards flipped through the dictionary to search for the love letters written by famous poets. Vincent wrote one manuscript after another, but finally threw all of them into the trash can.

Emily half woke up and found that Mr. Vincent was not there. When she went to the study, she saw a group of people looking down seriously and solemnly to inquire about something. From time to time, they would turn their heads and discuss something with each other. Emily thought that something had happened to Mr. Vincent's company, so she immediately became awake. When she reached over, she saw a love letter template on the tablet that one of the guards was holding.

Emily rubbed her eyes. Yes, it was written "the love letter template".

Emily looked at Rex, who was holding a mobile phone in his hand. At the moment, there was a web page question answer on the screen, and the question column wrote- how to write love letters? Emergency. Emily was speechless.

Emily walked to Mr. Vincent's desk again. Vincent rubbed a piece of paper and threw it into the trash.

Emily picked up the paper and saw thick black words written on it,

[Emily.

It was me.]

Emily looked down at the trash can. It was filled with papers. She couldn't help but wonder. It couldn't be that these papers were all written these two sentences? Emily opened another paper in disbelief.

This one was different.

It said,

[Little fool.

I am your husband.]

Emily continued to unfold the paper, and many of them were just one or two sentences. Finally, she opened one which wrote a lot of words.

However, they were all her names.

It was densely packed with the name "Emily".

The last line wrote,

[I can't write romantic words. It's better to express it with action.]

Emily felt ashamed and a little shy.

Vincent probably also felt that this sentence was too perverted, so he threw it into the trash can.

Emily moved closer to Vincent and looked at the love letter he was writing.

[Hello.

Emily of Class F in Happisland School.

I am Vincent.

The first time I met you was at the banquet.

In your impression, the first time you met me was in the pool. At that time, you accidentally barged into my room and fell into my pool. Even now, when I think about it, I feel regretful that I didn't jump down to save you immediately.

But you surprised me.

You are different from the rumors, and you are different from the first time I saw you.

The first time I saw you, you were also crying. You were wronged like a kitten. Every time I thought about it, I would think of your crying face. You were just a child then, and you did not understand anything, but you handed me a lollipop.]

This letter wrote a lot, and it detailed a lot of things that had happened since the day they met, including the accident of Emily's parents and the background of Mr. Vincent. The letter was so long that Vincent was fascinated by it and relaxed his vigilance. He did not notice that all the guards around him had retreated, leaving only Emily in the room. Vincent waved his hand and asked naturally, "Give me a glass of water."

Emily went out and poured a glass of water.

Vincent finished drinking and continued writing.

Emily stood on the side and watched him.

The night was very long, and the lights dragged the shadows of the two people on the wall. The shadows overlapped, closely sticking together.

Emily looked at the two shadows and smiled. Then, she hugged Vincent from behind.

Vincent paused at his pen and looked back. His throat, which had been moistened by water, was still a little hoarse, "When did you come?" Emily shook her head, climbed from the back of Vincent's shoulder into his arms, raised his face, and kissed him, "Mr. Vincent..."

Emily called out his name, but could not say anything else, only passionately asking for a kiss. Vincent held her, and the two of them kissed intensely on the table that was covered in letters.