After years of silence, Han sits on the sofa, staring at Han Zhijin's cell phone.

Han Zhijin, who is totally immersed in the game, doesn't feel the silent arrival of death, and even continues to die: "good night, stay here, wait for ha, three, two, one, see if there's little Luban coming, hit it quickly..."

Han Zhijin's "he" hasn't finished. Han's cool voice comes again: "Han Zhijin, last Wednesday, at three o'clock in the afternoon, where are you?"

"In the company..." After Han Zhijin returned, he poked the screen and continued to speak: "how about that? Good night. I'm not happy. I've got another head for you... "

Summer good night Zhang mouth, just want to return to Han Zhijin's words, next to Han jingnian carelessly opened mouth: "is it? Today, when I called Mr. Chen of WY, he told me that at three o'clock last Wednesday afternoon, he seemed to see you at the golf course in the south suburb... "

"Didn't you go to work last Wednesday afternoon?" Grandmother made a noise.

"Han Zhijin?" Lu Yangui also opened his mouth in a soft voice, but it contained a nameless murderous spirit.

Han Zhijin hands shake, subconsciously quit the game, looking to Han jingnian like a cry for help: "little uncle, Chen Zong he read wrong?"

Han hasn't spoken for years.

"Er..." Han Zhijin clapped his head heavily and opened his mouth again: "I remember, little uncle, that plan was last week's plan for this week! The plan is in my computer. Wait for me, I'll find it now... "

As he said this, Han Zhijin threw away the summer goodnight that was waiting for his protection in the game, held his computer, stood up and rushed to the study. He didn't forget to emphasize again: "little uncle, last Wednesday, Mr. Chen must have read it wrong!"

Looking at the runaway nephew, Han took up his mobile phone slowly for years, looked at the unread news, and then slowly said, "well, later Chen always said, that man looks like you."

Lu Yangui's face finally improved.

Grandmother saw a misunderstanding and went on watching TV.

Han jingnian takes a look at Xia goodnight, when there is only one person playing games beside him. He leaves the sentence "I'll go to the study to have a look", and then gets up and leaves.



Study.

Han jingnian sits in front of the computer and stares at Han Zhijin's plan to turn it out and looks at it expressionless.

Han Zhijin, like a pupil, stood with his head down.

Twenty minutes later, Han jingnian said, "redo!"

Han Zhijin's eyes are dumbfounded: "little uncle, I think it's still helpful for me to change my plan."

"I can't finish it. Don't eat dinner tonight!" Han jingnian is too lazy to talk with Han Zhijin again. He pushes his mouse on the table, stands up and leaves.

Han Zhijin opened his mouth again with a pitiful tone: "little uncle..."

"If you say one more word, I'll tell your mother about last Friday afternoon when you didn't go to work to drink with your friends!"

Han Zhijin left his mouth and head, and Wei qubaba said, "I see. Can I do it again?"

After years of neglect, Han arranged his clothes and walked out of the study.

As soon as he got to the door, it was pushed open by summer goodnight.

PS: am I wrong? How can Han jingnian and Han Zhijin feel CP? Oh oh, illusion, it must be my illusion! There's another chapter to see you at the party ~

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