After wearing the book, my strategy was wrong, the male protagonist

Chapter 402
He Zhiyang's eyes were shocked, and his porcelain white face turned red: "I miss you for so long, and I often send you messages. Is this how you treat me?!"

He Yu glanced at him indifferently: "You miss me a lot."

Five messages from He Zhiyang.

Two were asking him for pocket money, one was telling him about ZZ, and the other two were getting nervous.

He Zhiyang hesitated: "Of course...I miss your money more."

After counseling for a while, he couldn't be straight but said confidently: "The money belongs to you. I think rounding your money means thinking about you. Why are you staring at me!"

He Yu's ears were bothered: "Go back to sleep."

He Zhiyang snorted: "Just sleep when you sleep, why are you so fierce."

Go halfway.

He Yu called him again: "Take out your phone."

He Zhiyang's back froze: "I didn't bring my phone, I'm going to bed, good night."

After speaking, he ran back to the bedroom, closed the door, turned off the lights, and hid the phone under the mattress.

Then ran to the bed and lay down, quietly listening to the sound outside the door.

After listening for 5 minutes, there was no sound outside.

He Zhiyang breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed off the bed, and took out the phone from under the mattress.

Fingerprint unlocked, and the lit screen illuminated He Zhiyang's smug smile.

The familiar game sound effects sounded, causing He Zhiyang to get carried away and immersed in great joy.

While listening to the background sound of the game, click on the friend list to see it.

Thinking of continuing to swim with ZZ in the Canyon of Kings, He Zhiyang rubbed his hands excitedly, neither paying attention nor hearing the bedroom door open.

Not to mention that He Yu was already standing in front of his bed.

ZZ is not online.

He Zhiyang cut out the game and sent a WeChat message to ZZ on WeChat.

He has always been in touch with ZZ, playing games together every weekend.

In order to facilitate contact, He Zhiyang pestered Zhong Wan for three weekends and added her WeChat as he wished.

But what he didn't know was that he added Zhong Wan's trumpet.

"Melancholy Prince: ZZ I'm online, come quickly."

"Melancholy prince: I'm at my brother's house tonight, so I can only beat you secretly."

"Melancholy Prince: My brother committed menopause again. He starved me and refused to let me eat. He also wanted to take my mobile phone away."

"Melancholy Prince: Fortunately, I was smart and he didn't notice me."

"Melancholy prince: ZZ, why do you think there is such a big gap between people? I am so kind to my brother, and I want to save money to give him a cemetery on his birthday."

"Melancholy Prince: But what about my brother, he can't even give me pocket money."

He Zhiyang: "This, what, buckle, strange, no, got, no, yes, female, friend, friend."

The sound of the last word fell, and He Zhiyang finished typing.

He hit send.

"Melancholy Prince: No wonder you don't have a girlfriend like this."

He Zhiyang typed very slowly, and his chatterbox physique made him used to say what he typed out when typing.

He Yu's temples twitched.

A cool voice sounded above He Zhiyang's head: "Didn't you bring your mobile phone?"

Unprepared, He Zhiyang was so frightened that he hugged his phone tightly and screamed.

"what--!"

The light in the bedroom was turned on by He Yu.

Only then did He Zhiyang see the person in front of him clearly, and when he regained his senses, he was so angry that he threw the pillow on He Yu.

"He Yu, there's something wrong with you. You don't know that teenagers haven't grown up physically and mentally yet, so aren't you afraid of scaring me to death?"

He Yu's voice was light: "Didn't you already take a fancy to the cemetery, and just happened to buy it for yourself."

(End of this chapter)