Male god number one is face blind

In the evening, Chu Yi received another call from his father. It was the same old-fashioned words. Besides, he said that he would come back on his birthday, and that his birthday present was already prepared, which would give him a shocking surprise. a big surprise.

"Of course, Xiao Yi, reciprocity is a good virtue. Since Dad gave you a surprise, you have to give Dad a surprise in return, right?"

Chu Yi held the phone with a blank expression: "Dad, surprises are also dependent on fate. I believe that the surprise you gave me is not just something you can find overnight, right? So son, the surprise I gave you must also be experienced. Time is tempered, and when fate arrives, it is called surprise, otherwise it is frightened."

Mr. Chu over there was so choked by him, he yelled two or three brats, threatening to tell him who is the father and who is the son when he returns.

Chu Yi didn't want to pay any attention to it at all, he said indiscriminately that he was going to take a shower, and hung up the phone on his own initiative.

If I continue to listen, I don't know what else he has to say. Chu Yi would rather answer the fucking phone. At least Ms. Chu believes that time is money, and she will never get involved in the same thing over and over again. Countless times, she would simply tell him what she wanted to do and why she did it.

On this point, there is a subtle contrast between their family and other families.

Perhaps it was because of this that Chu Yi had the courage to stay in his snail shell for more than 20 years, not thinking about too many things, living with his fingers holding the things he had, not thinking about yesterday or the past.

As he is, as he is now, as he is at this moment.

Chu Yi threw the phone away, watched it roll on the bed twice before lying down obediently.

Although the computer is turned on, the software is turned on invisibly. After a while, the notification sound has quieted down. Now there are only countless icons still flashing crazily, and all the chat messages are close to 99+.

It's strange that in this online world, he seems to be so powerful that he is indispensable and needed by countless people, but the fact is completely opposite.

Just as Chu Yi sat down, he accidentally clicked on a prompt box with his hand on the mouse. A non-friend initiated a conversation with him through his core fan group, and he knew who it was with a glance.

[The restaurant has a letter]: [Expression-compassion]

[The restaurant has a letter]: Anchor, are you there?

[The restaurant has a letter]: Brother Chu, are you back yet?

The other party's real body was about to come out, Chu Yi frowned, put his fingers on the keyboard for a long time, typed out two or three characters piecemeal and quickly pressed the delete key, and it took almost 5 minutes before he could reply.

[No Perseverance]: Well, hello, what's the matter?

The other side seemed to be waiting on the page, and just after sending this sentence, it displayed "The other party is typing..." in the blink of an eye, and the sound of Didi sounded, and the screen shook slightly twice.

[Restaurant Youxin]: That's it. I want to ask Brother Chu if there are any remaining cultural shirts from the last event. I want to buy a few more.

T-shirt?

Chu Yi thought for a while before he realized that what he was talking about should be something he made during the last meeting. There were almost 100 pieces printed, but not all of them were sold. Put it at home.

After some self-thinking just now, he realized that he had nothing to be afraid of Lu Yunxin, so he answered it openly.

[No Perseverance]: There are indeed four pieces left, do you want to buy them now?