Ye Qingchen's face changed, and uncontrollable anger rose from the depths of his heart.

He has suppressed too much anger recently, and he has nowhere to let it go.

All at once burst out.

With a very bad attitude, he yelled at the old lady: "Mom, can you not be like those people on the Internet, believe what you see, and have a little self-judgment ability?!"

The old lady was a little aggrieved by being yelled at, she grabbed her waist and retorted, "It's not because I'm worried about you! I think your dad is right, everything has changed when you go abroad, look at what you mean to me. Attitude?"

Ye Qingchen pinched his eyebrows irritably, "Okay, Mom, it was my fault, I shouldn't be angry with you."

The old lady hummed.

ignore him.

Ye Qingchen: "Mom, where's Xiaojie? I miss him, come and see him."

Speaking of little grandson.

The old lady suddenly forgot everything, "His grandma is gone, and he has not been happy these days. I bought a puppy to coax him and play in the garden."

Ye Qingchen raised his feet and walked outside, "Then I'll go to the garden to see."

Qin Zhizhi was playing with his mobile phone all the way.

Ball is not happy.

He called her several times and ignored him.

Little face tensed, "Zhizhi, do you have WeChat? Let's add WeChat and I'll send you a red envelope."

Qin Zhizhi heard the word "red envelope" in his ears.

He raised his head with a smile, "Come on, baby, are you sassy or am I shy?"

Qiuqiu asked inexplicably, "Sao?"

Ye Yuchen had a dark face.

His eyes swept across the woman like a cold knife.

Qin Zhizhi snorted, "Is it for you or me."

Qiuqiu excitedly took out his mobile phone, "I scan!"

She cooperatively stretched out her phone.

Friends just added.

The little guy clicked on the red envelope box and entered an amount.

Qin Zhizhi opened it and took a look.

roar.

9999!

Isn't the maximum amount of red envelopes only two hundred?

She was about to ask Qiuqiu how it got so many, but then she thought that this is a novel, and the world setting is determined by the author.

Another red envelope popped up on the interface.

Qin Zhizhi knew that this would be pointless.

He turned his head and asked, "How much have you posted again, baby?"

Qiuqiu was quite dissatisfied: "This WeChat can only send 10,000 yuan at a time. I want to send 99999 to Zhizhi. Five 9s represent my love for Zhizhi for a long time."

Ye Yuchen snorted coldly and said nothing.

Qin Zhizhi was moved.

She used her fingers to compare her heart, "Baby, I want to know how much money is in your balance?"

Ball: "I'll count."

Qiuqiu: "It seems that there are six 0s, not one, seven 0s."

Qin Zhizhi was severely hit by ten thousand points.

vomiting blood!

The sum of her savings is no better than that of a four-year-old child?

This kid is just the balance in WeChat!

Qiuqiu didn't see the excited look on her face, so he continued to send a red envelope with his mobile phone.

Qin Zhizhi stared at the phone and was silent for a moment.

Did not open.

She raised her hand and refused to accept the crit: "Qiuqiu, although you have a lot of money, you can't use it like this, do you know? You should use this money on the right path, and you can't just use it to give out red envelopes."

The ball continued to serve without raising its head.

Dao: "These are the red envelopes that my grandma, grandfather, uncles and aunts gave me. I sent them to Zhizhi as well. I just received more than a dozen red envelopes today, and I only sent three."

Qin Zhizhi: "..."

He vomited blood and was hit by 10,000 tons of critical hits.

She looked up at the man beside her, "You just don't care about him?"

Ye Yuchen: "What?"

"Money."

The man looked disdainful, "I don't like this kind of money."