I became a good brother's aunt

This meal whetted Zhou Nan's appetite, and he ate several bowls of rice.

Zhuang Xingchen also had a good appetite. Although he didn't eat as much as Zhou Nan, he ate a lot more than usual.

Compared with them, Xu's father and son couldn't eat anymore.

After sitting with difficulty for a long time, they couldn't sit still, and hurriedly found an excuse and left.

As soon as they left, Zhou Nan laughed loudly: "Hahaha Xingxing! Did you see Xu Yi's face just now? That's obviously super angry, and he can only bear it. I laughed to death!"

"En." Zhuang Xingchen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and when he looked at Wen Moqi, his eyes seemed to twinkle like stars: "Thank you, Uncle."

He knew that if it wasn't for Wen Moqi, even if his quota was restored and he really entered the laboratory, he might not be so free.

Because Director Liao is still there, it is very likely to trip him up.

But now there is no such concern at all.

Because Director Liao is leaving too.

"If your mother hadn't been there last time, I would have beaten that guy Xu Yi into a pig's head!" Zhou Nan said proudly, "Sure enough, wicked people have their own way, but you have a little money, and you dare to be so arrogant, hmph!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Moqi slapped him on the head, and his voice was cold: "What do you mean the wicked will be tortured by the wicked? I am a wicked person?"

"Why are you beating me!" Zhou Nan stood up, covering his head, angrily: "You have to be seated yourself!"

Wen Moqi sneered: "If you scold me, I can't beat you anymore?"

"Making trouble for no reason! Unreasonable!" Zhou Nan pulled Zhuang Xingchen up: "Xingxing! Let's go, ignore him!"

"Yeah." Zhuang Xingchen has always been very conniving towards Zhou Nan, he will do whatever he says.

He rarely had such a happy time, with a smile on his face all the time.

He was already good-looking, but when he smiled, his originally indifferent and delicate face melted like ice and snow, making it impossible for people to look away. A smile is enough for all efforts.

When being dragged out by Zhou Nan, Zhuang Xingchen did not forget to say hello to Wen Moqi, and turned his head to meet Shang Wenmoqi's gaze.

Wen Moqi kept his eyes on Zhuang Xingchen, seeing him looking over, he also laughed.

Zhuang Xingchen: "Uncle, come together?"

Wen Moqi: "Okay."

Zhou Nan muttered: "What do you care about him, let's go."

Having said that, he climbed into the car faster than anyone else, waiting for Wen Moqi to drive.

It seems that they are the only ones who can let Wen Moqi act as a driver himself.

Not long after Zhuang Xingchen got into the car, his cell phone rang.

There is no number with a name, the number has long been memorized.

Zhuang Xingchen took a look, and the smile on his face faded a little.

It was his mother calling.

Zhuang Xingchen looked at the time. At this time, the Xu family and his son had already returned home.

Mom is calling now, it is very likely that Xu's father and son said something to mom.

Since uncle and Zhou Nan were both here, and everyone was in a good mood, Zhuang Xingchen didn't answer the call, and just pressed the button.

As a result, within two seconds of pressing the button, the phone rang again.

Zhuang Xingchen had no choice but to press mute.

However, Zhou Nan still heard the phone call and asked, "Why didn't you answer it? Are you harassing the phone call?"

Zhuang Xingchen pursed his lips. He didn't want to say it at first, but he didn't want to lie to Zhou Nan and his uncle, so he had to tell the truth: "No, my mother beat me."

Zhou Nan stared: "She called you... wait, Xu Yi and his father went back and said something to your mother, right?"

Wen Moqi, who had just put on his seat belt, also turned his head to look.

Zhuang Xingchen said, "Well, it's possible."

Zhou Nan asked him: "Then why don't you answer?"

Zhuang Xingchen subconsciously glanced at Wen Moqi.

Uncle Wen helped him find a place and bullied Xu Yi and his son.

With my mother's character, I don't know how to say that Uncle Wen is not good.

Zhuang Xingchen had never hung up on his mother's phone before, only missed or didn't hear it.

This is the first time he doesn't want to pick up.

He doesn't want to pick it up.

He didn't want to hear his mother say something bad about Uncle Wen.

Zhuang Xingchen said, "Well, I won't answer."

However, Zhan Xuelian is also a very stubborn person in some respects.

Zhuang Xingchen didn't answer, so she kept calling.

Although Zhuang Xingchen turned on the mute, he still put his phone in his pocket.

But when there is an incoming call, the screen will light up.

It is night now, the light in the car is dim, and when the screen lights up, even if there is no sound, you can still see a call.

It took more than 20 minutes on the way back to the villa. During these 20 minutes, the screen of Zhuang Xingchen's phone went dark for less than ten seconds.

Zhan Xuelian called him all the way without any pause.

Zhuang Xingchen was a little annoyed, the phone should not be so full when he went out today.

In the afternoon, you should also play with your mobile phone, and you should not review too seriously, resulting in so much battery life.

At first Zhuang Xingchen was able to ignore it, but in the end he couldn't take it anymore and took out his phone to turn it off.

At this moment, the car just stopped, Wen Moqi turned around, pressed his hand that wanted to turn off the phone, and said, "Go ahead, maybe she didn't come because of Xu's father and son."

Zhuang Xingchen shook his head: "She is."

He knows mom better than anyone.

Wen Moqi: "I'm not afraid."

Zhuang Xingchen still shook his head, and directly pressed the switch off.

He just didn't want to hear it.

It was the first time Zhou Nan saw Zhuang Xingchen resisting his mother so forcefully, and he was a little surprised.

But he agrees with Xingchen's approach.

Unfortunately, shutting down does not mean that nothing will happen.

As soon as Zhuang Xingchen took a shower, Zhou Nan ran to his room and said, "Xing Xing, Ji Cheng and they said that your school will have a lecture next week. You said before that you wanted to attend, and they asked you if you want to go. But you The mobile phone was turned off, and they couldn't get through to you, so they called me. There seems to be a limit on the number of people, and only medical students can go to see it, and you have to register your student number, so you can send them your student number."

Zhuang Xingchen knew what the lecture was when he heard it: "Okay, I'll send it to Ji Cheng."

He picked up the phone and turned it on.

As a result, the phone had just been turned on, and a call came in from a familiar number without a name.

Zhou Nan: "...is your mother still beating?"

Zhuang Xingchen also seemed a little helpless: "Yes."

Zhou Nan: "I'm dizzy. She wouldn't have been calling all the time, until now, right? Otherwise, why would she call in as soon as you turned on the phone?"

Zhuang Xingchen also guessed so.

He could only turn off the phone first, then open WeChat, ready to send a message to Ji Cheng and the others.

But just as he clicked on WeChat, Zhan Xuelian called again.

Zhou Nan was a little speechless.

He leaned over to take a look, and found that Xingxing's mother had made more than 30 missed calls before he turned off the phone.

Afterwards, Xingchen turned off the phone, and now, almost two hours have passed, and it is still playing persistently.

Even during the two hours when Xingchen was turned off, she probably kept typing.

To be honest, if this is not his good brother's mother, he would really like to complain about whether this person is mentally ill.

Zhou Nan: "Hey, otherwise you can just pick it up and just talk to her clearly."

Zhuang Xingchen didn't say anything.

Zhou Nan: "Then, you send me your student number, and I'll send it to Ji Cheng?"

"it is good."

After Zhou Nan left, Zhuang Xingchen put aside the flashing mobile phone and remained motionless.

In just 10 minutes, Zhan Xuelian made more than ten calls.

The mother and the son seem to be competing with each other in the air, whoever can't persist first will be the loser.

Zhuang Xingchen also knew very well that he would only be the loser.

When the screen turned on again, Zhuang Xingchen sighed, closed his eyes slightly, and connected the call indiscriminately.

He was ready to face his mother's accusations and accusations.

However, a gentle and pleasant voice suddenly came from the phone.

"have you slept?"

Zhuang Xingchen was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at the caller ID, it turned out to be from his uncle.

Uncle Wen...isn't he upstairs?

How to call him?

He looked down and found that there was also a call from his uncle in front of him, which was staggered twice from his mother's call.

It's just that he thought it was his mother who beat him, so he didn't even look at it, so he didn't know that Uncle Wen beat him too.

"Not yet." Zhuang Xingchen said, "Why did uncle call me?"

Wen Moqi: "I heard you talking to Xiao Nan, his voice is too loud."

Zhuang Xingchen understood.

Uncle Wen heard that his mother was still calling him.

So he called himself, as long as the call was not hung up, other calls would not come in.

Zhuang Xingchen's mobile phone is not a new smart phone, but a cheap mobile phone he bought a few years ago, without the function of call waiting.

Unlike other mobile phones, when you are on a call, there are other calls, and there are reminders.

His no.

Therefore, when Wen Moqi called, his world fell silent.

Wen Moqi: "Are you lying on the bed?"

Zhuang Xingchen looked at the bed behind him, lay down, and then covered the air-conditioning quilt: "Just lay down."

"Do you usually stay up late?"

"Don't stay up late."

"Are we Xing Chen so obedient?"

Zhuang Xingchen frowned, his uncle was always generous with his compliments, and sometimes praised him as the only one in the sky and the only one on earth.

Wen Moqi said again: "Then you may make an exception tonight."

Zhuang Xingchen: "Why?"

Wen Moqi: "I will sing the national anthem in your ear all night."

Zhuang Xingchen was amused: "I sleep well."

Wen Moqi: "Really? Then it's time to check whether you have lied."

Zhuang Xingchen: "Huh?"

Wen Moqi: "Close your eyes and see how well you sleep and how long you can fall asleep."

Zhuang Xingchen closed his eyes as he said.

His sleep quality is usually really good, because he used to want more time to study and make money.

So he sleeps against the clock to sleep. In order to keep himself in a good state of mind and not lose his energy, he has already developed the skill of sleeping in seconds.

It's just that sometimes this person can't talk too much, and occasionally he will slap his face.

He fell asleep in seconds before, but now he has closed his eyes for several minutes, but still hasn't fallen asleep.

Zhuang Xingchen turned over and glanced at the phone, his uncle hadn't hung it up yet.

Zhuang Xingchen admits defeat: "I can't sleep anymore."

Wen Moqi smiled, and the laughter came through the phone, very lightly: "Then what should I do?"

Zhuang Xingchen said honestly, "I don't know."

Wen Moqi: "Do you want to count sheep?"

Zhuang Xingchen thought for a while: "Okay."

Wen Moqi began to count sheep.

From the first sheep to the 1th.

Zhuang Xingchen was not only not sleepy, but even more sober.

Not only that, he also felt his heart beating very fast.

Even though he didn't eat small cakes today, and there is no sugar to stimulate the secretion of dopamine, he still feels very happy.

Pressing his hand lightly on his chest, he felt that something was wrong with him.

After Wen Moqi counted to the 99th, he started counting from the beginning.

Zhuang Xingchen couldn't help asking, "Why isn't there a 100th one?"

Wen Moqi said: "99 sounds good, it will last for a long time."

Zhuang Xingchen was surprised: "Does uncle believe this?"

"I didn't believe it before, but since I have someone I like, I believe it."

Wen Moqi smiled helplessly: "I can't avoid it, I want to be with him for a long time."

humming sound.

It seemed that something exploded in Zhuang Xingchen's ear.

He suddenly understood why something was wrong with him.

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Damn, I am so short today!