I am a god in script killing

Chapter 109 The Summer of the God Festival (12)

"Thank you."

After Annan signed his name, he took the takeaway lunch delivered today.

As long as it is a weekday, there is only An Nan at home, and since I met the person named "Cheng Yu" two days ago, apart from inviting him to play rankings every day, I also order meals for him.

And it's all good stuff.

Annan opened the exquisitely packaged wooden box, and it turned out to be exquisite abalone meatballs and golden pork chop rice.

Today's cherry and lychee snacks.

"..."

Annan couldn't help but glanced at the luxurious logo on the box again, and thought a few zeros in his heart, and finally the crash-like loop echoed Cheng Yu's calm voice——

"I now earn one million a year, not counting bonuses."

"I'm now making millions a year..."

"A million dollars a year..."

"million……"

In the end, only the word "million" was left in Annan's mind, and he couldn't help muttering, "Is she really spending money for me for the game?"

Thinking wildly about the latest news again: "She earns a million dollars a year, can't she be a child abductee, and deliberately tricked me into lowering my vigilance?"

"No, no," Annan held back his divergent thoughts, pursed his lips and looked at the dishes in front of him, "It can't be to take care of me, to see me pitiful..."

Be kind, do charity.

——Unless the person surnamed Cheng is a psychopath!
"Ding dong."

The mobile phone alert sounded, Annan picked up his old mobile phone with a broken screen, and a message came from WeChat.

[Cheng]: Have you finished your lunch?
Annan glanced at the sumptuous lunch and typed:
[kill]: None.

[Cheng]: Not to your liking?

Annan wanted to type "don't send it again", and finally pursed his lips, then deleted and typed again:

【kill】: Close, but haven't eaten yet.

[kill]: Do you have anything else to do?
"Tsk, what's the problem?"

Bo Jun turned his phone and sat on the gaming chair, so the professional players had time to chat when the transfer period in May was approaching.

"It's normal," 069 said, "You and others are not relatives, but you are so helpful, and you personally feel that there is a problem."

"You're right," Bo Juan agreed, "Maybe you still think I'm crazy."

Annan was eating, maybe because of his short mouth, he was uncomfortable not hearing the echo.

"You're not angry anymore," Annan looked at the chat interface and murmured in a low voice, "Shouldn't I ask this..."

"Ding dong."

The mobile phone prompt sounds:
[Cheng]: Are you okay this afternoon?

【kill】: I am commuting and going to school in the afternoon.

"Go to school," Bo Juan typed with a chuckle, "I met him playing truant and pretending to be a good boy who goes to school."

Before receiving the news, Annan stood up and packed his things. He didn't want his cousins ​​to see these expensive takeaways.

It just adds to the trouble.

"Crack-"

The door lock was opened by the key outside, Annan froze, and when he looked up, he saw a woman with red lips with a white face entering the room.

The poor-quality perfume from the shop is pungent and choking.

As soon as Qi Nannan raised her head, she saw the drag bug she least wanted to see. Just as she was about to roll her eyes, she glanced at the garbage in Annan's hand.

"This logo..."

Qi Nannan's eyes sharpened, and the small leather shoes "clacked" and quickly walked over to copy the small wooden box in Annan's hand:
"Did you steal money from home?!"

Annan frowned: "I..."

"Okay you!"

Qin Nannan didn't listen to his explanation: "My parents are dead and live in my house. They feed you, drink you, and let you go to school. It's good for you, stealing money from the family, you are capable! You are a white-eyed wolf who will revenge you!"

"I earn my own money to go to school, eat and drink, why spend your money?"

Annan laughed angrily: "This house is also my parents..."

"Hey, what's your money?" Qin Nannan said angrily, "Where do you get the money from hanging out in Internet cafes and playing games all day long?"

"Oh, I know," Qin Nannan pinched her waist, "If you steal from your family with dirty hands and feet, you can also steal from others!"

"Ding dong." The reminder sounded.

Annan didn't want to quarrel, the screen just lit up when he took the phone:
[Cheng]: Little classmate, are you skipping class?
(End of this chapter)