It Was You novel Chapter 756

"Do you like it?" Martin looked at Cassandra and asked.

Hearing this, blue veins stood out on Cassandra's forehead. 'You give me a banner as a gift! How dare you ask me whether I like it or not? Who give you the courage?'

No wonder Carlos looked at her with sympathy just now. She just wanted to stay alone now.

Cassandra swallowed and said, "Yes, I like all the gifts from my sweetheart, but it's better to change the words 'virtuous' on it to 'sweet woman'."

If she had known that Martin was so unreliable, she would have do it herself.

She knew that she couldn't count on Martin, who was a male chauvinism, to give her a gift!

Martin nodded slightly, "Next time."

Hearing this, Cassandra almost spat out a mouthful of blood. 'Are you really going to give me another banner?

Forget it. After all, he is my husband!'

Cassandra felt helpless. She struggled for a few seconds and coughed, "Well, let's go to have dinner first, and then go to the Grand Theatre, okay?"

"Wait," said Martin.

Cassandra turned to Martin and asked, "Anything else?"

Martin took out a letter from his pocket of his suit and handed it to her, "Here you are."

Cassandra, "..."

'What kind of old-fashioned man did she marry?

Write a letters? Are you serious? !'

Cassandra took the envelope and roughly tore the top of it. Then she took out two pieces of paper from it. When the letter was opened, Cassandra saw his beautiful handwriting.

After a few seconds, Cassandra suddenly raised her head, "My sweetheart, is this... A love letter? "

If she remembered correctly, she had asked Martin to write a self-criticism in the morning, and it enlightened Martin. That's amazing!

Martin lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."

Cassandra looked at the love letter in her hand and then at Martin, "How about you slap me? I'll see if I'm dreaming."

Martin didn't know whether to cry or to laugh, "You are not dreaming."

Cassandra couldn't help letting out a scream. After making sure that the love letter was true again and again, she carefully put it away with excitement, put the banner on the back seat, and started the car to leave.

In the South City Grand Theatre of the capital city.

There were a total of 3 floors in the Grand Theatre. There were ordinary seats on the first floor, and private rooms on the second and third floors. At this time, the Grand Theatre was already very lively with many guests. On the stage, there was an old long table, on which there was a gavel and a folding fan.

In a room in the middle of the second floor, Hogan was leaning against a round chair, with his slender legs overlapped casually. He gently closed his eyes, looking harmless.