hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 425
　
　Tang Yumo thought for a while and then asked him, "When are you coming back tonight?"

　This kind of questioning, originally like a little wife asking her husband who is away, should be full of extremely warm and homely good taste.

　However, under the circumstances at this moment, neither of them has such a tender heart.

　Gu Yihan replied: "I still have something to do, so I won't reply."

　Tang Yumo said: "Oh, I got it. Wait, I'm sorry about that. And I lost my phone."

　Gu Yihan was noncommittal and hung up the phone.

　A busy tone of "beep beep——" came from the receiver.

　Tang Yumo naturally didn't know that Gu Yihan had tossed the whole Qingcheng Night for her, nor did he know that the anger in Gu Yihan's heart had exploded at the moment.

　She just relied on a woman's intuition to know that Gu Yihan was in a state where she didn't want to talk too much. She thought, at worst, explain it to him tomorrow, and Gu Yihan will definitely understand her.

　But what Gu Yihan thought was that he had indulged Tang Yumo too much all this time!So much so that for such an important family gathering tonight, she repeatedly reminded her not to be late, but she still got into trouble.

　You can't forgive her so easily! ! !She must be made to reflect on herself tonight! ! !

Anyway, there is still plenty of time for the two of them, so let's toss her hard tomorrow night! ! !
　He was afraid that when he saw Tang Yumo now, he couldn't help being angry and hurt her! ! !
　Neither of them knew what the other was thinking.

　I don't even know that sometimes, in the face of the one you love, if you miss a night, you will regret for a lifetime.

　Thinking that there was still a tough battle to be fought the next day, Tang Yumo simply washed up, changed the medicine for his foot injury in a clumsy manner, and then fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

　Sleeping in a dream all night, and getting up early in the morning.

　She still has to keep practicing shooting!

　After the unexpected hijacking last night, she became more determined to exercise her body and enhance her skills.

　Before, Gu Yihan had already explained to the boss of the private shooting club that Tang Yumo was given a special pass, which was hung under his name, and she could practice at any time.

　Qingcheng was originally a seaside city, but in recent years industrial pollution has gradually caused smog.

　And this morning, the smog seemed particularly severe.

　It seems faintly doomed that this day will be very difficult, strange and full of obstacles.

　When Tang Yumo went out, he wore a mask.

　Although masks may not really be effective against smog, they are better than nothing, and they can be used as psychological comfort.

　Tang Yumo took a taxi to the shooting club, practiced for an hour, broke out in sweat, and felt refreshed.

　During practice, she peeked at the door from time to time, but from beginning to end, she was the only one in the entire shooting range.

　Gu Yihan's figure never appeared.

　Cheapskate! ! !Tang Yumo muttered in the venue.

　A light voice came from behind: "Who are you talking about? How do you know that I am here to play, cheapskate!"

　Tang Yumo looked back, and it was indeed a mischievous soul joking with her.

　She waved her hand. Recently, her immunity to ghosts has become stronger and stronger, and the idle little ghosts can no longer scare her.

　The cheapskate floated aside boredly.

　Ice cube face you cheapskate! ! !Tang Yumo couldn't help but continue to complain, packed the bag he brought, and walked out the door.

　What she didn't know was that after she walked out the door, the wall on the side of the shooting range was cut open. It turned out that there was an invisible monitoring room where she could see the whole picture of the shooting range.

　[PS: This is an additional explanation after the main text is full of a thousand words. "Missing a night, regretting a lifetime" does not necessarily mean the ending. There must be twists and turns between people who love each other. We'll have to wait and see.Although I originally wanted to write a tragedy, but now I have a tendency to change my mind.Meditate ten thousand times: I am not a stepmother, I am not a stepmother, I am not a stepmother]

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