Zhu Zheng was addicted to the game again, where he could hear what Mrs.
Zhu was saying.
It wasn't until his cell phone ran out of battery and he was hungry that he came out of the dark hut, rubbing his eyes and saying: " Mom, is there breakfast?
I'm hungry."
"Over there, I bought the soy milk fried dough sticks.
You can heat them up before you eat them."
Mrs.
Zhu was watching a TV series on the small TV.
After listening to Zhu Zheng's words, she pointed to a pile of cardboard boxes next to the counter.
He didn't even raise his head.
"Mom, it's already cold, please warm it up for me."
Zhu Zheng glanced at the hardened dough sticks on the cardboard box over there, curled his lips, and said.
"You can't warm yourself up.
I told you to eat earlier, but you didn't eat.
What time is it?
Can't it be cold?"
Mrs.
Zhu saw the ending song of the TV series playing and scolded her.
She stood up and walked over.
He pulled out a small pot under the counter and walked over slowly.
"Oh, Mom, hurry up, I'm starving to death," Zhu Zheng said with some disgust as he looked at the old Mrs.
Zhu who was wandering around.
"If you think I'm slow, if you think I'm slow, why don't you marry me the daughter of the old Chen family?
Have you taken what I just said to you to heart?"
Mrs.
Zhu poured the soy milk into the pot and tore the dough sticks into pieces.
Small pieces, thrown into the pot together, placed on the induction cooker where the color can no longer be seen "Mom, I thought you were just joking with me.
After a long time, you were telling me the truth."
The soy milk started to boil in a while.
Old Mrs.
Zhu poured it into Zhu Zheng's bowl and chattered a lot more.
He was chewing fried dough sticks soaked in soy milk and drinking big gulps of soy milk, and asked quietly.
"When did I make a joke with you?
You don't even know how I was laughed at by those people today."
When Mrs.
Zhu mentioned this, she hated it so much that she repeated what she had said before.
"Mom, if you say that again, I'll take it seriously."
Zhu Zheng knew the original owner.
He was too anxious to play games before and didn't pay attention to it.
Now when he mentioned it, he thought of the original owner he met more than half a year ago.
The original owner looked sweet and had a good figure because he practiced dancing.
When Zhu Zheng thought about it, he felt itchy in his heart, so he said: "Mom, what you said, people will definitely laugh at you.
Who am I, who are they, what can they do?"
Do you like me?"
"I don't like it.
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You can't think of a way.
You are dead.
Then there is only one daughter in the Chen family.
The conditions are not bad.
If you really marry her, you and I will still have to guard this with such grievances.
I have long heard people say that they have to live in a poor place.
The old Chen family makes a lot of money.
In addition to the house here, they also booked a house where Anqing works."
Old Mrs.
Zhu put her daily life The gossip he found out was told to Zhu Zheng one by one.
Zhu Zheng usually likes to surf the Internet and play games, but there are three levels of playing games.
People with money have better equipment, but he only has a little money, and he still has to worry about it.
You still have to smoke, and occasionally you have to go have a drink with a few buddies.
In the game, you are also the kind of poor player who is often looked down upon by others.
In real life, Zhu Zheng lives without dignity, so he really wants to find a sense of existence in the game, but this sense of existence requires money to support, so when Mrs.
Zhu said these words, he really It went deep into my heart "Then let me try."
Zhu Zheng looked at Mrs.
Zhu hesitantly and asked.
"What does it mean to try?
You have to get the old Chen family's daughter for me.
I tell you that as long as you get her, I will change your mobile phone for you later."
Old Mrs.
Zhu threw out the bait she threw out before in the morning.
He came out and looked at Zhu Zheng with encouragement. tgt ttrgt: