Cross the passers-by: The male god opens the door and sends the plug-in!

Chapter 25: Young Idols (30)

After a long time, Luo Xu whispered: "Come, do you have time to come out and meet?"

Cuomo thought for a while, then declined: "Sorry."

Hearing this, Luo Xu was silent on the other end of the phone for a long while before finally saying, "I... can't apologize if I want to?"

Cuomo was slightly startled, and then he said in confusion, "Sorry, what?"

Luo Xu didn't say anything, and seemed to hesitate for a while before asking what happened because of the program that day.

Cuomo was silent, and searched his memory for a few seconds, and found out that there was such a thing.

But that wasn't him, that was the old Cuomo.

"sorry, I do not know……"

What lingers in my ears is nothing but silence.Luo Xu on the other end is like a child who has done something wrong, muttering slightly regretful.

Cuomo pursed his lips.

——The previous Cumo was his copy, but it wasn't him after all, but, if he had his character, he wouldn't be unhappy because of these.

So, "It's just a job, don't worry about it."

……

the other side.

Yuechen pressed the brim of his hat, took off his black mask, and looked up at the place where he got off the bus, a quiet and luxurious snow-colored villa group.

Walking in, Yuechen came to a building familiar to him.

Clearly fingerprints are enough to get in, but Yuechen knocked on the door seriously, being polite but unable to hide his nervousness.

After three beeps, the video doorbell screen at the door lit up, and a beautiful woman with an elegant temperament appeared inside.

The woman frowned casually, and looked over, as if she was about to ask a question, but her expression froze when she saw the young man outside the door.

A few minutes later, Yuechen stood in the living room, and the woman sat on the sofa, looked at him coldly, twitched the corner of her lips and said, "Who is this? Are you back?"

Yuechen didn't say a word, just looked at her quietly and docilely, the repulsion and indifference from half a year ago disappeared between his brows, he opened his mouth for a long time, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

The woman is silent, don't start: "I'm sorry for what?"

"Sorry for making you angry."

Yuechen and Cuomo have been together for so long, and the most profound thing they have learned is calmness.

Hearing this, the woman clenched her hands tightly, her expression not moving.

Yuechen couldn't help but walked over and said softly: "Don't be angry with me, Mom, okay?"

"...Don't pull me." The woman's voice was as elegant as a violin, but she glanced coldly at Yue Chen and gently grabbed her hand.

"mom……"

"Mom, don't be angry, I know I was wrong."

"..."

"Mom, don't you want to see me...?"

Seeing that the woman remained indifferent, Yuechen stopped pulling and murmured.

Hearing this, the woman seemed to be holding back something, and gave him a hard look, and was about to speak, but the door was suddenly opened.

A joyful middle-aged woman's voice came: "Madam, Madam! I got it! I got it! Young master's..."

The old aunt who has been with her for more than ten years is holding up a magazine, and the unfinished words are stuck in her throat.

She looked dumbfounded at the teenager standing in the living room like a hallucination.

"Little, young master." After a while, the old aunt withdrew her hand as if waking up from a dream, and shrank behind her.

"Aunt Zhou." Yue Chen called her, feeling suspicious, and asked cautiously: "That's..."

"That's nothing!" The woman suddenly couldn't bear it anymore, walked up to the old aunt, grabbed the magazine, and fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry, sister Zhou, please avoid it." The woman tried her best to calm down while restraining her slightly trembling voice.

The woman who was called nodded, looked at them worriedly, looked at Yuechen hesitantly, and finally knocked the door lightly and went out.

Soon only Yuechen and her were left in the living room, and silence was everywhere.

Yuechen's eyelashes trembled, he pursed his lips, and bent down to pick up the magazine with himself printed on it.

With a sore nose, he said in a low voice, "Mom."

(End of this chapter)