I have a Gameboy

"It hurts!" Yan Chong couldn't help shouting.

This familiar movement, this familiar strength, no one else can use it except her mother.

Yan Chong didn't believe anyone could imitate it this way.

"It's your kid!" Seeing Yan Chong, the other party was obviously relieved, but the hand holding his ear did not loosen. Holding the cooking shovel in the other hand, he started to beat Yan Chong with his head and face.

Yan Chong raised his eyes and saw that it was indeed his mother.

Knowing that there was nothing wrong with her, Yan Chong was relieved.

"Mom..." Yan Chong's voice was crying.

"What are you doing, crying peeing!" Yan Chong's mother scolded, "Is there any masculinity?"

"No! I didn't! Didn't I miss you?" Yan Chong began to act like a baby.

"You want a fart? You won't go home for so many days!" Yan Chong's mother scolded, "I know all about you playing truant!"

"Hehehe..." Yan Chong could only resolve with awkward laughter.

"I thought you were dead?" Yan Chong's mother scolded him again, "Where did you die?"

"Just went out with friends secretly for a few days..." Yan Chong said.

"You have so much pocket money on you, where can you go to play?" Yan Chong's mother was upset, "It's not that I despise you! You have the time. Wouldn't it be good to work-study?"

Yan Chong: "..."

do you need?

If I show you all the money I have now, do you have to faint?

For the sake of his mother's safety, Yan Chong could only casually say that he didn't have to spend his own money. Some friends had houses in other places, and there was a special car to pick them up. There was no need to worry about food and accommodation.

"Then where else can you go?" Yan Chong's mother was reluctant, "Can you still go out of the suburbs?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yan Chong could only echo his voice.

When the mother still loves her son, although she said it harshly, she still didn't pursue it too much.

"Just come back." Yan Chong's mother said, "You go wash your face first, and then prepare to eat."

Yan Chong took a look in the kitchen, and there was a huge scene of killing chickens and fish inside, no wonder he smelled such a bloody smell just now.

It turned out to be chicken blood!

It seems that after losing the Vampire Sange Bao, Yan Chong has a keen sense of smell, but has lost the ability to distinguish blood types.

"Good, good." Yan Chong agreed repeatedly, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and then went back to the room to lie down.

Yan Chong was lying on the bed, the more things went wrong with Yuepin.

In other words, I seem to be playing truant, right?

Did my mother think I was lost?

I never told her when I will be back?

Why did she cook so many good dishes today?

It seems that I am not welcome!

Yan Chong jumped up from the bed.

"Mom, are you going to entertain guests today?" Yan Chong asked.

"Yeah!" Yan Chong's mother didn't hide it at all, "Uncle Huang came here today, and you will see people being a bit polite, so don't be so uncultured!"

"I can't see it!" Yan Chong said repeatedly, and then he wanted to walk outside the door.

What he rejects the most is that his mother find him a stepfather.

Although the times have advanced and his father is probably dead, there is still a knot in his heart.

"You little bastard..." Yan Chong's mother stopped doing it at the time, and wanted to teach him a lesson when she came out.

When she chased it out, someone had already arrived outside the door.

She quickly put on a smiling face, and said: "Oh, are you here?"

Yan Chong's mother made an appointment with Uncle Huang, so she kept the door for others, not waiting for Yan Chong to return.

Her dishes are almost done, and people are naturally coming soon.

Hearing what his mother said, Yan Chong couldn't run out anymore, he could only put on a smirk and forcefully welcomed him.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't look at it, this look is startled.

This is not Mr. Mellow!

It was the veteran who led the team in the first instance that Yan Chong participated in.

He was dressed like a gentleman in an old-fashioned suit as before.

He saw that Yan Chong's reaction was not that big, but he just smiled and said, "Xiao Dong, this is your child, he has grown up like this?"

When Yan Chong heard this, he couldn't help cursing in his heart: This old fellow can pretend to be better than me!

Hey?

Can't he just forget me?

Yan Chong thought about it carefully, and found it impossible.

The other party is also a senior person anyway, if so forgetful, I am afraid that he would have died long ago, and he would not be considered a senior person at all.

That's the old fox!

Seeing that the other party was a reincarnation, Yan Chong couldn't leave now.

He didn't know the purpose of the other party deliberately approaching his mother. Could it be that he was the murderer of his father?

Although Yan Chong is not a senior, but these few copies have gained a lot, and he has little combat power, and even a little blindly confident. He feels that even if the opponent is a senior, he has the opportunity to break his wrist.

At worst, he should be able to protect his mother's safety.

Yan Chong thought so and did the same, so the usual tricky side was revealed.

"Hello Uncle Huang!" Yan Chong asked.

"Hello!" Mr. Mellow said, "Oh, I don't have any meeting gifts here. Come on, take this red envelope!"

After finishing talking, Mr. Mellow took out a red envelope and stuffed it into Yan Chong's hand.

Why is Yan Chong ashamed to open it in person?

But he still squeezed it with his hand, wanting to confirm the amount of money through the thickness.

However, he found that the envelope was not filled with general-purpose coins, but rather hard round sheets.

Star coin?

Yan Chong quickly reacted, about five.

Is this the handwriting of a senior person?

Taking out five star coins is the same as taking out five hundred dollars?

Yan Chong's current number of star coins is growing really fast!

"Thank you Uncle!" Yan Chong smiled sweetly.

"Oh, by the way, let me introduce to you. This is my daughter, Huang Yishan." Mr. Mellow dragged out a timid little girl from behind him. She should be a little younger than Yan Chong, who is like a junior high school student. , His face is still immature.

"The name is not bad," Yan Chong muttered, "Yishan, Yishan... brilliant?"

Mr. Mellow: "!!!"

Just say it, why did you sing it!

And why is it so ugly!

Huang Yishan was still a child, so there was a trace of sadness on his face, and he responded silently to the cancellation of her name.

As for Mr. Mellow, his complexion is obviously a little bad.

He reached out his hand to cover his chest, then put his left hand on the door frame, almost unable to stand.

Yan Chong had never expected him to look like this.

You are a senior, how could your body be so weak?

Can you have a heart attack?

wrong!

Yan Chong thought about it for a while, I seem to have seen this scene!

You can't stand it when I sing a song?

Could it be that your name has the keyword "dragon"?

What am I afraid of you?