Are you mocking the old man? And you also said something about an old egg?

Which grandson would talk to his grandfather like this?

More importantly, how can this be opened?

I haven't figured out what to say yet...

After careful recollection, I found that this was the communication habit of my predecessor...

In this ignorance, a warm current suddenly surged through Yan Wuque's mind, as if he had stripped away the faint mist, making his mind clear.

At this time, I listened to the sound in the microphone, but I felt extremely familiar and friendly, just like the old man was his biological grandfather.

Yan Wuque didn't know what was going on, but his emotions such as hesitation, anxiety, and worry were wiped out.

"Little Babazi, there are so many people on your side, I don't know how to save some face for your ancestors?"

"Ah! Huh, don't worry, there is no one here, I'm in the bathroom.

Anla, your overbearing image will not be affected."

Yan Wuque coughed awkwardly and hurriedly squeezed his eyes at Gao Peng and others.

Gao Peng pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, rubbed his temples and lowered his head.

As for Su Yuner and the guards next to her, their faces remained unchanged, as if they had not heard or seen.

Leng Xing hurriedly covered his ears and shrank to the side to pretend to be transparent.

"Hmph! That's about the same thing!

Okay, my ancestors won’t talk nonsense to you, and I’ll talk about it when you come back.

I'm calling you this time, there's only one thing.

Remember, don’t check anything again, come back honestly and peacefully!”

"But the ancestor...hey?hey?"

Yan Wuque was unwilling to give up and wanted to fight for it, but unfortunately the phone number over there had already been hung up.

He threw down his phone helplessly, Yan Wuque supported his cheek and looked out the window, with a hint of confusion and gloom flashing in his eyes.

The long-lost sense of intimacy made him feel light, but it also evoked the emotions hidden by him.

He misses his parents...

[Puff! This little Hell is too inappropriate. It is really... sharp!]

[I'm afraid it's not hereditary? His grandfather is not a serious person.]

[Yan Laomo, Yan Laomo, you can see a lot of things from this title~]

[Tsk, Old Demon Yan, Little Hell King, who gave the nickname to Little Hell King at the time? Is this too good?]

【It’s not a family, if you don’t enter the family, you are indeed a grandfather and grandson~】

[Hey? Wait, why did this little Hell's eyes suddenly feel sad?]

【…I want to cry, it’s very inexplicable! It’s outrageous!】

[For some reason, I suddenly missed my parents... No, I took leave in the afternoon and went back to my hometown!]

[I swear, this is definitely the most emotional look ever!]

[Maybe, the little king of Hell misses his parents?

I heard from the head of the courtyard that the little Hell's parents should have disappeared very early.]

【Eight out of ten.】

【I feel so sorry, I really want to fly there, give him a warm hug...】

...

Same train, business seat car.

"Hahaha, Yan Wuque! What are you fighting with me?

As soon as Master Zhao comes forward, what are you?”

Lu Zilin threw down his cell phone, laughed loudly, looking proud.

Although Sister Hong looked much more relaxed, she was still worried between her eyebrows and eyes.

"It's not the time to be happy. Although major media have deleted manuscripts, behind Yan Wuque is the 未分题分题分题分题分题分题分题分题分题分题分题分题分题分题分题分�

If the other party makes up his mind to pursue it, the development of the matter will be a bit unpredictable."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!