The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 132 Can I touch your trophy? (38)
Cen Mu simply dropped the phone.

It's good to be alone.

Hasn't it been like this for so many years?

It's not just going back to the past, he can still live alone.

Anyway...

As long as he gets the first place in the double list, he can do it.

Cen Mu turned on the computer silently, did not start the live broadcast, and logged into the game with the trumpet.One opened the custom and practiced sawing.

Hit the wall again and again, hit the board.

Mistake!

Mistake again!
Still a mistake!

Cen Mu took a deep breath, stood up, and cleaned up all the things on the table. Everything he didn't like was stuffed into the black garbage bag.

He picked up the figure and threw it in without looking at it!
After sending all the things to the trash can downstairs, Cen Mu bought a fried rice package and brought it up.

The whole apartment was back to its original appearance, the desktop was clean, only his things.

When I looked up, I couldn't see anything else.

pretty good.

When Cen Mu's phone rang, he hurriedly dropped his chopsticks and picked up the phone. It was his mother's phone.

The excitement suddenly lost again.

"Hey, Mom." Cen Mu didn't even bother to smile.

"Hey baby, your voice is not right, why? Are you unhappy?" Although Cen's mother is over 40, her temperament and dress are extremely elegant, and even her voice sounds like a lady who has just passed [-].

"No, it's just a cold." Cen Mu looked at the computer wallpaper and changed it calmly.

The previous one was replaced by Gu Shi when he edited the video.

"Then you should take your medicine properly." Cen's mother simply explained, "It's a pity that my mother is not around."

"It's okay, mom, I'm not a child anymore." Cen Mu used this tone when he called his mother for the first time, maybe he was sick or hypocritical.

Cen's mother didn't feel any discomfort, she was a little embarrassed and said: "I'm sorry baby, and I may have to postpone my return to China, can you take care of yourself by yourself? By the way, you said that you have a classmate at home, and you can ask the classmate to help take care of it." for a while?"

Cen Mu was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Well, he is very good to me. Don't worry, I can take care of myself by myself. It's just a small cold. You and uncle had a good time abroad."

"Okay, then mom will hang up first." Someone seemed to be calling her over there, but Cen's mother didn't say anything more, and hung up the phone.

Cen Mu clicked on the music player, and casually clicked on a daily song.Then put away the phone and continue eating.

A clean female voice echoed in the room——

"I just treat dependence as a habit.

Insomnia is because few people say good night.

In my memory, you have the most gentle voice,

……

This life and you, but meet.

Like daydreaming..."

As he listened, Cen Mu suddenly inserted his chopsticks heavily into the fast food box, touched the phone and turned off the song.

unpalatable!

Cen Mu packed up the leftovers and hurried downstairs.

The garbage can in the corner was not towed away by the garbage truck, but the bag he threw here, why did it disappear.

Cen Mu rummaged through the three trash cans, but he couldn't find the black bag he had discarded.

"Hey, sir, did you clean up the trash can here just now? I seem to have accidentally thrown away a useful thing..." Just as a gentleman of environmental protection came over, Cen Mu grabbed him and asked hurriedly.

"You youngsters are very sloppy!" He pointed in one direction, "Hey, the old man who picked up the trash just turned around, you go over and ask?"

"Okay! Thank you, sir!" Cen Mu laughed, and the slippers almost ran away.

"Slow down!" The uncle shook his head helplessly, and cleaned up the trash can, "Ah, one of the children today bought breakfast and threw it away, and went to buy it again. I really don't know what these children think."

(End of this chapter)