Xiaojiao, the god of learning, is really hard to follow

Chapter 504 The character design has collapsed
Before getting off the car, the driver called to Xie Zhi, "Young man, it is better to believe in something than nothing. When you are really desperate and have nowhere to go, you will be grateful to the gods."

"Let's go." Xie Zhi didn't bother, he pulled Yan Mumu's men out of the car.

The driver shook his head and murmured, "After all, I'm still a child, young." After speaking, he started the car and drove away.

"Shall we go to Anning Temple in a while? I really want to go."

"I won't go. My life is in my own hands." Xie Zhi squeezed Yan Mumu's hand tightly and rode the elevator back home.

Even if he lives a new life, he still hopes to hold his own life in his own hands. He doesn't like this feeling of being out of control.

I don't even want...he survived and gave up the lives of others.

When they arrived at the door, Yan Mumu opened the door, quite worried that Fu Qingyuan would be worried when he saw Xie Zhi's wound that had grown again.

Xie Zhi also lowered his head slightly to hide it, and put his hands in the void to shield the wound.

how do you know...

The scene when I entered the house was completely different from what I expected...

Hilarious...well...extraordinary.

The sound of washing mahjong in the mahjong machine is very refreshing.

Yan Mumu: "???"

When did her family have a mahjong table?
If it wasn't for the presence of her parents and Grandpa Fu, she would have thought she had gone to the wrong house.

"Mumu is back, is Xie Zhi okay?"

"Ah, it's all right. He's doing well during the examination, but Dr. Sheng just had something to do in the hospital and left him behind, so he can't come back."

Xie Zhi: "..."

Speechless, the old man asked Yan Mumu about his wound, but he didn't see the old man look at him.

"Thirty thousand!" The voice of a strange middle-aged man suddenly sounded, "That kid, there is no holiday, the hospital is always on call."

Yan Mumu was in a daze, she didn't know who this person was at all, she wanted to call out politely, but she was afraid of calling the wrong person.

"This is Sheng Yan's father."

Xie Zhi first introduced Yan Mumu, and then lazily called out, "Uncle."

Sheng Mingsheng rubbed the mahjong in his hand and responded softly, glanced at Xie Zhi and then at Yan Mumu, his eyes focused on their hands for a few seconds, and he sighed.

"Introduce someone to Sheng Yan when you have time, don't patronize yourself, I will be nagged by your aunt again when I get home soon."

"The time has not come."

Sheng Mingsheng doesn't have the ability to understand the future that Xie Zhi came back from after rebirth, and just thinks about his own wife and is distressed.

"Forget it, I think that Xiao Shengyan's time will probably never arrive. He's almost thirty. There's no movement at all. He's bored in the hospital every day. Just remember to hide it from your aunt and don't tell her that I didn't come out today. tell her."

"Hahahahahahahaha! Touch yourself!" Fu Qingyuan's bright and hearty laughter was heard, followed by the sound of mahjong slapping excitedly on the table.

"Teacher, you have won too much." Yan Qian reluctantly took out the money from his small treasury, handed it to Fu Qingyuan reluctantly, and was mercilessly drawn by him. Walk.

"Hey hey hey." Fu Qingyuan took the money happily, and glared at Yan Qi'an, "You just beat me so much! I haven't said you bullied the old man yet!"

……

Yan Mumu was dumbfounded.

For the first time, she knew that her parents could play mahjong.

After all, the identity of a scientific researcher makes people feel that they have plated a layer of aperture themselves, and they feel that the scientific researcher is meticulous and serious. How can the scientific researcher be associated with playing mahjong.

just a feeling...

There's a feeling of...a sense of collapse...

(End of this chapter)