She turned bad

Chapter 170 Who Are You Talking To?

That night, Yan Chengmo suffered from insomnia again. At night, he repeatedly thought about Tang Yiling's words. He obviously liked her very much, but when asked her question, he still couldn't explain it.

He tossed and turned, and simply lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He clearly planned not to disturb Tang Yiling, but he still walked to the window of the living room on the second floor unconsciously, looking at the dark yard next door, and at the bedroom. The last light also went out, Ling'er must have suffered from insomnia too.

Is she hungry?Can't sleep?Do you want to make her a glass of Ganoderma lucidum spore powder water and send it over?
He thought about going downstairs, but there was a grandfather living downstairs, going down at this time would definitely wake him up, forget it, he wasn't worried about waking up his grandfather at all, it was because he didn't have the courage to face Ling'er.

Eating and cooking are also listless.

Yan Chengmo didn't go to the restaurant kitchen to work these days, and just stayed at home.

Knowing that Yan Chengmo was sad because of Ling'er and couldn't eat, the old man lived happily ever after. Watching Yan Cheng being tortured by the girl, the old man never forgot to hum a little song these days, and even came out to pick some green onion noodles from time to time!
In the past few months, no matter how Linger ignored him, he would have the audacity to deliver meals to him. Yan Chengmo was used to cooking and delivering meals to Tang Yiling.

These days, he suddenly needed to control himself not to go to Tang Yiling, not to think about Tang Yiling, which naturally made him a little uncomfortable.

He stayed in the study room, turned on the dusty computer, and took out the device that hadn't played games for a long time. He didn't suffer enough from playing, so he made an appointment with Zhao Xuan again, and the two cousins ​​played games day and night.

In the dim living room, there are two men who are concentrating on playing games, only the game screen is lit.

The screen of Zhao Xuan's phone on the table lit up, and he pulled his eyes away from the game screen, glanced at the WeChat on the phone flexibly, twisted and twisted his neck sorely, then dropped the keyboard in his hand, squinting his nearsighted eyelids for a long time······

Zhao Xuan took the phone back to WeChat, put the phone away and yawned, his hands were in the pockets of his coat, he no longer wanted to pick up that boring game keyboard, he looked at Yan Chengmo, who was walking dead beside him, still Still staring blankly at the enemy who came at the door, Zhao Xuan simply went over and turned off the game, and the video screen suddenly went black.

"Zhao Xuan, you are so crazy!" Yan Chengmo got up and went to turn on the screen again, the hot blue screen turned on again.

But before Yan Chengmo turned around, Zhao Xuan had already pulled out the plug to block the screen that had turned from blue to black, and when Yan Chengmo reached out again, Zhao Xuan didn't turn on the screen: "It's done, let's make a speech." Rest your eyes for a while, don't play blind."

"You're blind, open it for me!" Yan Chengmo said weakly, but Zhao Xuan didn't care, he couldn't open it this time anyway, since it's been dark since the morning call.

"Go down and get something to eat." Zhao Xuan quickly put away the game keyboard and said in a drawer.

Yan Chengmo looked away from the screen for a while, only to realize that it was already dark outside the open window, and his heart felt cold again. He sighed heavily, stopped arguing with Zhao Xuan, returned to the sofa and sat down on his buttocks. The long legs stretched out: "If you want to eat... you can eat it yourself, I didn't stop you."

"Go, let's go down together. Grandpa is worried about you. He doesn't eat on time every day."

"Grandpa has always only worried about you, why would he worry about me? Grandpa would like to starve me to death."

Zhao Xuan glanced at the phone and put it away again, with an incongruous smile on his face, he came over and patted Yan Chengmo on the shoulder: "Who made you his grandson!"

Zhao Xuan simply smiled and pulled Yan Chengmo's arm: "Let's go..."

Yan Chengmo was reluctant, and was pulled up by Zhao Xuan. The two men went down the stairs one after the other like children.

Zhao Xuan ran to the dining room, the table was already full of delicious food, he picked up a steamed bun casually: "Well... the real old-fashioned steamed bun!"

The old man broke out of the noodle soup and came out from the kitchen. Zhao Xuan raised his thumb and praised him: "Grandpa is the representative of the great chefs in the north!"

"Hey, you're so talkative..." The old man put down the soup and saw Yan Chengmo following behind Zhao Xuan, the old man changed his expression and sullenly said, "What are you doing down here, you brat? Didn't you break up in love? Hurry upstairs and lose your love!"

Only then did Yan Chengmo realize that there were only two pairs of chopsticks and two bowls and chopsticks on the table. He wanted to continue going upstairs, but his stomach was growling with hunger, and the savory noodle soup with scallions and chopped green onion smelled so good that it was night and day. How can I go upstairs when I'm hungry?

Yan Chengmo still walked over, but the old man pushed him away and refused to let him sit down. The old man hated him for not knowing how to cherish Ling'er. It's good to be broken in love. It makes him suffer, otherwise he won't know how to love other girls!

Zhao Xuan came over and pulled, asking the old man to let go, Zhao Xuan continued to push Yan Chengmo to the side of the table: "Grandpa, forget it, he won't be able to take a few bites even if he sits down, so we'll let him sit down." It means, if you eat a little but not too much, it will make him feel more uncomfortable!"

Yan Chengmo sat down on the chair, gritted his teeth and leaned against Zhao Xuan's ear, and said, "It turns out that I came here together, I really can't tell."

"That is to say, being able to anger you in front of grandpa, usually many revenges are not avenged."

Seeing the two cousins ​​whispering to each other, the old man stopped talking to Cheng Mo. The old man sat down across from each other and shared a bowl and chopsticks with Zhao Xuan who was opposite.

Zhao Xuan went to the kitchen to get a set of bowls and chopsticks for Yan Chengmo. Zhao Xuan knew too well the old man's soft-hearted nature, so he wouldn't think that the old man really didn't want to eat for Yan Chengmo.

But when Yan Chengmo was really squatting on the chopped green onion noodle soup, when he gnawed his head, his throat became narrow, and he couldn't swallow it no matter what, he was always thinking about Linger...
Zhao Xuan gnawed his head, gulped down the chopped green onion soup, took out his phone to look at it from time to time, smiled, replied a few words, put the phone away in his jacket pocket, and continued to eat with his head down.

Yan Chengmo, who was sitting by the side in a daze, saw the difference in Zhao Xuan's time: "When did you chat on WeChat? Who did you chat with?"

The old man's chopsticks landed on Yan Chengmo's forehead: "You want to take care of it? Eat yours!"

The old man smiled and said to Xiao Zhao again: "It's okay, don't worry about him, don't report everything to him, let's see who he is domineering with!"

Zhao Xuan was asked this question only to find out that Yan Chengmo's eyes are really poisonous, how did he know that I chatted on WeChat!

"Are you in love?" Yan Chengmo didn't care how many times the old man hit him with his chopsticks, he would definitely get to the bottom of it.

Zhao Xuan is introverted, so he only has a few words with Yan Chengmo. Since childhood, Zhao Xuan has no friends, and his hobbies are also narrow. When he turns on his mobile phone, he reads online novels. The only contacts on WeChat are Yan Chengmo and his family. It's very similar to Yan Chengmo, but now Yan Chengmo has more wit on WeChat.

"Give this to me." Zhao Xuan and the old man greeted Mantou, and gave him some pickles and side dishes.

No one cared what Yan Chengmo was asking, only Zhao Xuan was nervously eating the steamed buns, he would not come to his cousin next time, and he would ask so many questions when playing games with him.

(End of this chapter)