The e-sports god has fallen again

Chapter 341 The Mystery of the Missing Suitcase

Ji Shaoyi felt a headache from his crying, rubbed his temples impatiently and said, "Wait for me, pull him away!"

Even when I was drunk, I was very obedient. He put Gatlin's fleshy hands on his shoulders, wrapped his arms around his waist, and walked upstairs.

As Gatlin walked, he patted his shoulder and continued to cry: "Woooooo everyone also owes 100 million, why can you be so calm?"

"No." I shook my head, "I'm very sad."

Gatlin stared at him seriously for a long time with his beady eyes, but he couldn't see any evidence of sadness from his expressionless handsome face.

So he stretched out his fat hand, and he was waiting for me to pinch my face, with a vicious look like a little hooligan blocking people on the way from school: "Cry for me!"

Wait for me: "Wooooow."

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With a 'poof', Ji Shaoyi was amused by the drunken interaction of these two older mentally handicapped children.

Zheng Hang held the beer can and touched him, even if he was drunk, he still couldn't change his worrying habit: "From now on, the two of them will depend on you to take care of them."

Looking at his expression full of emotion, Ji Shaoyi couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "What? You're afraid of being fired by us, so you resigned first?"

Really, as long as I resign fast enough, the expulsion will not catch up with me.

"It's not because of this." Zheng Hang raised his head and took a sip of the wine, his face full of vicissitudes was full of confusion: "I just want to stop and think about what I really want."

He has been dragged forward by reality, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that his original intention had already been lost.

Father, like son.

Perhaps only by temporarily withdrawing from reality for a period of time can he know what he wants most.

He had already made a choice, and Ji Shaoyi would not force it, he just held his own beer can and touched it back, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The hatred of the past is wiped out, and the blessings for the future are all in the wine.

Early the next morning, Zheng Hang had already packed his things and left.

And Ji Shaoyi and the others also called a moving company, and after moving all their belongings to the new base, they gave everyone a vacation with a wave of their hands.

Ji Shaoyi sent Lang Qiao to the gate of the community as usual, and hugged her coquettishly for a long time before letting go reluctantly.

Lang Qiao opened the door with ease, and saw for the first time that Ms. Yi who "spent 360 days out of 360 five days a year at her mother's house" was actually at home.

Ms. Yi has danced since elementary school, and even at the age of nearly fifty, she is still tall and straight, with extraordinary temperament.

The years did not leave too many traces on her face, but instead accumulated a calmness of "not rejecting every bit, and being able to tolerate Jianghai", which is full of story sense at a glance.

But that's how she was, wearing a white home dress at this time, with her arms on Mr. Lang's shoulders, her elegant and long swan neck tilted, and she snuggled into his arms very snugly.

She rubbed her face against his chest coquettishly: "Don't you not like watching this kind of drama?"

Mr. Lang was wearing the same style of home clothes. Even at this time, he still sat upright, staring at the TV screen meticulously and said: "Don't talk while watching TV."

After all, the last time she went back to her natal home was because they lost their minds while watching the drama together and did something unbearable. When she regained her senses, the two episodes of the TV series that night had already finished broadcasting.

As a result, she, a person who must never end an episode of a drama, was extremely frantic, so she packed her things and went back to her mother's house overnight.

Of course, Mr. Lang followed behind.

Afterwards, Ms. Yi teased her, saying that the way the two of them got along was very similar to a Ba Zong article she had read: "The Young Mistress Escaped 99 Times: Where Did the Tsundere Emperor Run?"

But he couldn't hold it back for a while, so he complained: How many times did you run more than 99 times?
Well, then his wife ran away in a rage.

In order to avoid history repeating itself, Mr. Lang was extra cautious this time, and moved aside without any trace after being rubbed.

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Ms. Yi who was left out in the cold: "???"

"If you don't like to watch it, then don't watch it." She flattened her mouth aggrievedly, like a reset spring, she sat up straight automatically and said, "Don't be so reluctant."

"Really?" Mr. Lang breathed a sigh of relief, even his cold paralyzed face showed signs of melting ice and snow, "Why are you so easy to talk about today?"

Ms. Yi who failed the temptation but was straightened: "???"

I suspect that you are saying that I am vexatious, unreasonable, much ado about nothing, stubborn, but I have no proof!
She twitched the corner of her lips, and said with a fake smile: "When will I not be able to talk?"

Mr. Lang pondered for a moment, and began to sing: "The time I tore the bed sheet I gave you, the time I taught you how to draw love function images, the time you went back to your mother's house in the middle of the night because two episodes of the TV series were missed..."

Ms. Yi: "..."

"Enough!" She stood up in a jerk, pulled out her suitcase and began to pack, and pretended to cry while packing: "You just lost your feelings for me, and you still have to find so many Excuse, I'm going! Can't I go?"

Mr. Lang: "???" Who am I?where am I?Why is my wife starting to pack again?

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And Lang Qiao, who watched the entire quarrel between his parents: "..." Damn it, women are really annoying.

Fortunately, Captain Ji is disliked by his parents every day, even if he quarrels with her, he can't go back to his mother's house.

Just as Lang Qiao was about to knock on the door frame to stop their farce, she saw Mr. Lang with his hands on his knees, slowly sitting in Ms. Yi's suitcase, and then stopped moving.

"Get out!" Ms. Yi's lungs were about to explode, she grabbed his arm with both hands and pulled it for a long time, but she couldn't move it at all.

She was so angry that she thumped Mr. Lang's chest, gritted her teeth and said, "Isn't it just a suitcase? There are so many old ladies!"

She ran up the stairs with legs that were not much longer than Lang Qiao's, and ran down again in a short time. She reached out and grabbed Mr. Lang by the collar, and said aggressively: " Say, where did you hide all my boxes?"

For the convenience of going back to her mother's house, she kept a room full of suitcases, but they were emptied overnight?
Except for Mr. Lang who tried every means to prevent her from going back to her natal home, she couldn't think of anyone else who would do such a thing for no reason!
Before Mr. Lang had time to defend himself, someone knocked on the door frame.

The couple froze for a moment, turned their heads in sync, and saw their little daughter, whom they hadn't seen for several months, pulling a big suitcase that was almost taller than her, standing cutely at the door of the house, weakly holding She raised her hand and said, "I'll report that my mother's suitcase was stolen by Lang Yan and used to store his flirty clothes."

　Lang Yan: How can putting on beautiful clothes be called stealing?I am plagiarizing!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)