Quick travel strategy: crushing male god 36 styles

Chapter 616 The Love and Killing Between the Reader and the Author (36)

When he just woke up and walked out of the room on the first day of junior high school, he saw Song Hanzhang holding a pair of chopsticks, standing there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking, not even knowing that the water in the pot was almost boiled.

"Brother, the water is about to dry." Poking Song Hanzhang's waist, seeing Song Hanzhang jumping, Chu Yi pursed his lips and smiled, then looked into the pot.

I saw that the water in the pot was bubbling and bubbling, but it was a pot of clear water. Chu Yi, who was already starving, pointed at the pot of clear water, and raised his eyebrows at Song Hanzhang, who was blushing, "Let's have lunch at noon." Just eat this? Boiling water mixed with northwest wind?"

Song Hanzhang looked at Chuyi with a blushing face, then looked at the pot, and just about to speak, he pushed Chuyi out of the kitchen, "Okay, you go and wash your face, and then come out to eat."

After sending Song Hanzhang out of the kitchen gate, just as he added some water to the pot on the first day of the lunar new year, he heard a familiar bell ringing in his pocket.

He took out his mobile phone, saw that it was an unfamiliar number, and picked it up with a frown on the first day of the junior high school, when he heard the other person speak, he called his mother.

First day:? ? ?
"Young man, it's not like this to cheat money these days. I'm only 25, and I can only be your sister. Don't be so polite. Mom won't give you a red envelope for the New Year, ah!" After finishing speaking, Chu Just hang up the phone.

Liars these days are a little too unprofessional. It's not the end of the year yet, and the liars have already started to deceive people?

Fortunately, I was smart enough, otherwise the other party might say that he was in a car accident and asked to pay for it himself.

Patting his chest, Chu Yi saw that the water in the pot was boiling and was about to throw a handful of dried noodles into the pot when he saw the phone screen on the processing table light up again.

It's still the same number...

The liars these days have been so persistent, have they got so thick-skinned as to grandma's house?

The mobile phone rang three or four times before I really hung up. During the period, while humming to the ringtone, I finished cooking two bowls of dried noodles and was about to take the bowls to the restaurant when I heard a familiar voice from downstairs.

"mom!!!"

Chu Yi, who was holding the bowl, staggered, the liar... the liar is going to come to cheat?

Before he could gain a firm foothold on the first day of junior high school, the man downstairs started the Lion Roar Technique again, "Mom, Mom, Mom!!!"

It just so happened that Song Hanzhang also came out of the bathroom at this time. He scratched his head, took the bowls and chopsticks from the first hand of the junior high school, and began to complain, "It's not easy to do express delivery these days, and I don't know which unscrupulous buyer is here." There was such a remark filled in the receipt column that the courier called my mother."

After finishing speaking, Song Hanzhang started to eat the noodles on his own, and only after he finished chewing the second bite did he realize that something was wrong.

Turning around to look at Chuyi standing behind him, Song Hanzhang raised his hand to poke her cheek. Seeing her slowly lowering her head, with a cracked face, she asked suspiciously, "What's the matter? I heard someone call you mom." Do you want to call twice?"

On the first day of junior high school, how could he still be in the mood to joke with him, so he slapped his hand away, took off his apron and rushed downstairs.

Song Hanzhang, who was left alone in the restaurant, was stunned, why did she feel so disgusted by what he said?They even learned to run away from home?
How could she run away from home on the first day of junior high school? The reason why she ran so fast was because the courier downstairs was her son. '

"Miss Mom, next time you buy something, please don't fill in the recipients randomly!" The courier, whose face was already black as charcoal, threw the package into Chuyi's arms, and galloped away on his small tricycle.

(End of this chapter)