"Mom's wrong. I know it's wrong. I won't dare next time."
"Next time, how dare you have another time?"
"Not mom, I don't mean that."
"No, that means you don't think you're wrong?"
"I, I, mother don't take you so eloquent."
"Oh, I've been calling you for a month. You don't want to call back. You think you're right!"
"I'm not, I, I, forget it, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong."
"Hum, for your good performance in the middle school entrance examination, I'll let you go first, but if you dare to have a second time, I'll practice trumpet with your father directly. Believe it or not."
Listening to the "love" words from his mother on his mobile phone, ye Ziheng couldn't help but feel speechless for a while. Just take out the trumpet and tell me what else he can do.
See ye Ziheng there is no voice, ye Ziheng's mother is also there for a few long breaths of relief, calm down his angry mood, and then asked again.
"By the way, what's the matter with that little girl downstairs? I'm not going to report it to your mother? I don't know if she didn't come up to find you. "
When ye Ziheng heard his mother talk about Lin ya, he couldn't help but get a headache. We have to stop mom's conversation. So ye Ziheng used the magic move which was tried repeatedly.
Ye Ziheng said as he took his mobile phone away from his ears.
"Hello, Ma, are you talking? Why can't I hear you clearly here? Now Now. Mom, I don't have a good signal here. I'll hang up first. I'll talk next time I have something to do. "
Then, ye Ziheng gently presses the red button on the mobile phone display screen with his finger, "Du ~ Du ~ Du ~", and the phone has been hung up by Ye Ziheng.
Looking at the phone hung up in his hand, ye Ziheng is finally relieved.
He has been on the phone for two hours, 10 minutes of which is his excuse, and the other 1 hour and 50 minutes are all his mother's criticism. He almost didn't hear the cocoon in ye Ziheng's ear.
"The world is at last quiet."
As ye Ziheng said, he put his mobile phone into his pocket and sat on the chair. He was just about to take a rest, but he closed his eyes for less than a minute. Suddenly, a roar came from afar.
"Ye Ziheng! You son of a bitch! You come out! "
At the moment when ye Ziheng heard the voice, the whole person almost collapsed. The one who just sent off the phone, another one in reality, who did he provoke.
Then, ye Ziheng saw a man come in with rage from the gate of his small courtyard, and then walked straight to ye Ziheng's side. And this man is Gu Yun, who was cultivated by Kuang Qianguan.
But ye Ziheng is too tired to stand up. He slumps down on the chair and looks at Gu Yun wearily.
"Big brother, aren't you tired this evening?"
Ye Ziheng looks at Gu Yun and says helplessly.
Although the warrior can stay up for a long time, he doesn't need to rest forever. Ye Ziheng never slept since that day. Now he is sleepy and really tired.
But Gu Yun didn't care at all. He grabbed ye Ziheng's collar and looked into his eyes face to face. He seemed to eat him angrily.