After thinking about it, the group leader dialed the old lady's phone number. Fortunately, this did not require a verification code or security question, and soon the message "The End of the World Is My Love" was heard on the other end.

"What's the matter? Text messages can't be used instead of voice fraud? Is it possible that my mobile phone is several thousand dollars in arrears? You can help me call the police station..."

"Have you only been watching custom-made programs in the past two years?" The leader, who had a headache, finally couldn't bear it until his mother finished speaking and interrupted. He was afraid that he would suffer from brain congestion if he continued to listen.

The old lady who was chattering suddenly became silent.

After Fang Zheng finished her opening remarks, she was speechless, and her palms holding the phone began to sweat.

Silence with subtle ambient noise permeated both ends of the phone, like a terrifying black hole that was about to suck people in.

Finally, it was the elder who spoke first: "Also watch "The Voice of China", "The Legend of Zhen Huan", "Dancing Forest", "Approaching Science" and so on..."

Fang Zheng turned her head silently, her face full of guilt, and her heart filled with...

"Don't be ashamed. There are kids like you who are almost thirty and still ignorant. They only know how to play computers all day long and have a very simple knowledge structure. Be good and relax."

This inexplicably familiar feeling of being monitored...

No wonder I always feel so connected and close to Xiaoniao. That guy’s real identity is his long-lost brother! Or maybe they hugged the wrong person in the hospital.

"Let's talk about something. Long distance is expensive. If you call for a few more minutes, you won't be able to match the poached eggs with the instant noodles tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." The old lady who had just returned from morning exercise and was halfway up the stairs stopped at the corner of the stairs and said in a voice

I was calm, but my hand couldn't be free when I wasn't holding the phone, so I subconsciously kept picking at the small advertisements on the wall, talking about unlocking, opening sewers, and applying for certificates.

Mother said this, so the leader had no choice but to skip all the meanderings and go straight to the point: "Mom, do you still remember the card you gave me?"

"Call the old lady!" the other end of the phone corrected.

The leader wants to cry but has no tears. What kind of mentality is this? TAT

"Okay, dear old lady, do you still remember..."

"Used it? It's quite durable." The old lady said, changing the topic, "But your mother doesn't care about money now. If she wants it again, she won't have the penny."

"You don't care about money?" This change is too unscientific. "Can you delegate financial power to others?"

"Last year, Mr. Fang used his personal money to buy some stocks and made a lot of money, so this year he started to hand over family finance management to him."

Wait! This is a lot of information =_=

"My dad is hiding personal money?! How can you tolerate this?!"

"I thought I couldn't bear it," the old lady sighed, "but then he took the initiative to take on the housework, and I thought about it and finally tolerated it."

Fang Zheng felt sorry for her mother: "A little housework can impress you?!"

"A little?" The old lady's tone rose slightly, "Are you cursing me?"

Fang Zheng swallowed and had a bad feeling: "Uh, what do you mean..."

"He signed and pledged his signature and took on all the housework for the rest of his life."

Dad, thank you for your hard work. TAT

"Tell me, how much money are you short of?"

"Aren't you a cypress?"

"That's public money."

"So you still have something private..."

"Stop it. It's not good for you to know too much."

The old lady’s habit of liking lines from COS TV series has not changed =_=

Changing the phone to another hand, the group leader felt a rare feeling of elation: "I'm not asking you for money. I haven't touched any of the money in the card!"

The old lady pondered for a moment and asked distrustfully: "Is it true or false?"

"How dare I lie to you?" the leader straightened his spine and said, "I called you this time just to tell you."

“Having finally made a lot of money, you want to return home in fine clothes and throw money at us to death?”

"I want to use that money now!"

"..."

"..."

"you……"

"Well I know I'm a loser."

The group leader hung his head in shame, while the group leader's wife on the other side breathed a sigh of relief and felt inexplicably relieved. She just said that her son was not someone who made a lot of money. If he was going to be rich one day, the money must not come from a good source.

Now that he is better, the unfilial son who is still impoverished is very cute just by the sound of his voice.

"Move, move, I've known you would have this day, what's the point of dying? If you have to survive, you can't help but spend money due to inflation. A bowl of cold noodles has increased from six yuan to twelve yuan..."

"I was wrong, I was short-sighted."

"good."

After a long phone call, Fang Zheng had a vague impression of what was said after that. Anyway, it was the old lady scolding him, and the content included the following four aspects as always: first, he was an unfilial son; second, she was a miserable old lady.

; Third, the old man is very strong and has a few quarrels from time to time, but the fault is all the fault of the old man; Fourth, the neighbor's child got married again. But this time when the old lady explained the fourth aspect of the case, she

It was different in the past. It was true that so and so's children were married, but they were only thirty-two years old and were already married for the third time. The old lady's assessment as a bystander was that this would not last long.

The group leader keenly captured the strange information.

As expected, the old lady then said: "Actually, whether we are married or not, we are just living together. When we are old, there will be someone to take care of us if we are sick or in trouble."

Mother and son are connected, and Fang Zheng knows that the old lady is loose. She can be relieved by any man or woman, as long as she is not single and has a long-term and stable companion.

Fang Zheng raised her head slightly, took a deep breath, and her eyes felt inexplicably sore...

"But since you're so fat, you might as well have a cat or a dog. It's too difficult to find someone."

Are you really my mother? TAT

…

When I ended the call, the sun was already high in the sky. Pale golden light poured in from the window, illuminating a room that was... a mess.

It seems like it’s time for him to tidy up the house =_=

The old lady is like this, no matter how uncomfortable she feels or thinks about her son, of course, if such thoughts really exist, she will not show it, and she will still have the nine-chain sword hanging on her mouth to chop you. You can't

To resist, she must be allowed to kill her heartily, so that she feels really comfortable, at least for a while. The essence of this kind of character can be summed up in eight words: fiery, heartless, and Fang Zheng feels that she has inherited it from her later generations.

Four words.

Just as he was thinking about it, his cell phone suddenly started singing again. It was the daily poison. Only then did Fang Zheng realize that he had completely forgotten the little bird. When he was just talking to his mother, he had received several calls, but it was rare for him to call her.

Hearing the old lady's nagging, he didn't let Cut in. Looking at the time now, it was already more than half an hour later than the usual Morning Call.

"I was just on the phone with my mother." The group leader explained, very politely.

So the deputy director was very satisfied: "Oh, then we should talk for a while."

The group leader was a little shy: "We've been talking for long enough."

Deputy: "Yes, indeed."

The group leader was submerged in the black line.

"We're all awake, let's go out for a run quickly." The deputy leader did not forget his mission.

Fang Zheng seemed to hear the noisy background sounds in the gym and asked, "Have you done all the training? What about the equipment?"

The little bird wearing a Bluetooth headset released the tensioner and quietly replied: "No, I'm riding a bicycle."

Lu Yue looked at Fa Xiao's calm face and his slightly bulging biceps, and shed a tear of sympathy for his brother and sister who had never met on the other end of the phone.

After returning home from morning exercise, Fang Zheng looked in the mirror and admired her appearance. I don't know whether it was because she had really lost weight or because of his psychology. I always felt that there was not so much flesh on his face, and at least some of the contour lines were more obvious than before.

The group leader was very satisfied and logged into the game with this subtle little joy.

The deputy group hasn't arrived yet, but there are still comrades in the legion online.

[Legion] Fifth Brother Trading House: It’s early enough.

[Legion] If you have breasts, you’re a mother: That’s no better than you~~

[Legion] Fifth Brother Trading Shop: Who wants to stay alone in the cold bed? It’s better to get up early.

[Legion] If you have breasts, you are a mother: Shake your hand TAT

[Legion] Fifth Brother Trading Shop: Don’t mess with it, what are you thinking about it?

Fang Zheng's heart skipped a beat and she quickly switched channels.

[Private chat] If you have breasts, you are a mother: If you don’t tell me, do you want to keep it a secret?

[Private chat] Fifth Brother Trading House: Ah, look at my brain, I have forgotten.

[Private chat] If you have breasts, you are a mother: You make me very worried about the prospect of cooperation =_=

[Private Chat] Fifth Brother Trading House: Listening to your voice, are you ready to do it together?

[Private chat] If you have breasts, you are a mother: Yeah.
To be continued...