I am a god in script killing

Chapter 116 The Summer of the God Festival (19)

After hanging up the phone, Bo Juan sighed softly: "There is no better woman to know than a mother, and no better daughter to love than a father."

After she finished speaking, she moved the index finger of her right hand, but did not write.

"Cheng Yu, do you know how devastated your parents were after you died?" Bo Jun didn't let her go, "You shouldn't spoil yourself for outsiders."

Cheng Yu didn't respond.

"I'm not asking you to live for the entrustment of your parents," Bo Jun knew what she should say, and she understood it that way, "I'm asking you not to give up on yourself for others."

Speaking of this, Bo Juan uncomfortably scratched the tip of her brow with her little finger. She didn't like feeding people chicken soup, but Cheng Yu's mentality was already wrong, so she still had to say:

"You have to learn to communicate with your parents. Independence is independence, but home is home. If you don't tell them, how will they know? You must know how to communicate and identify."

"Blindly taking responsibility and blindly thinking about others is not a good thing. Sometimes people have to be selfish."

After Bo Jun finished speaking, he felt that he was a little bit wordy, so he changed the subject:
"No judgment without suffering. You can also act like you didn't hear. Everyone is different.

"Let's prepare the materials first, and go to the organizing committee of the 'God Sacrifice' event tomorrow."

069 heard that Bo Jun had finished educating a child, and couldn't help but chuckled: "After you finish the lecture, I've also finished sorting out the materials, so I can just pass them on to you."

There is also an electronic copy that has been sent to the mailbox and just needs to be sent.

Bo Jun nodded: "Thank you Brother Jiu."

The right hand moved, Bao Jun paused, and after relaxing his muscles, he saw his right hand lifted up with great effort, and wrote on the desktop:
"Thank you, I know."

Bo Juan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and relaxed his neck muscles: "I'm tired. Let's take a nap. I'll pick up the child in the afternoon."

freeze turned off the computer and got up, and the people in the Internet cafe just turned off the computer and got up.

Annan paid the money and picked up his schoolbag strap.

"Om - hum -"

The phone rang, Annan glanced at it and picked it up.

"What's the matter, cousin?"

"Ah, Xiaonan," the male voice over there said slightly hesitantly, "where are you?"

Annan: "I..."

"You ask where he is doing?!"

The domineering female voice is compelling: "Eat and drink for him to go to school and steal money from the family! Oh my god!"

"Don't say that," my cousin retorted in a low voice, as if trying to make peace with him, "We are all a family, and harmony makes us rich. And Xiaonan didn't say that he was taking the money from the family..."

"Don't take it from home?!"

The female voice sounded louder, and Annan couldn't help but frown and stay away from the phone, feeling uncomfortable.

When I got back to the house last night, my cousins ​​and sisters-in-law were all sitting on the sofa, staring and staring, promises and promises——

"Your cousin said that you took the money from the family." The cousin looked at him with suspicion and hesitation, "Is it because you are short of money recently..."

"I didn't." Annan said bluntly.

"Where did you get the money without you! Play games and surf the Internet!"

The woman stood up, the flour fluttering like a ghost: "You are really amazing!"

Annan looked at her coldly: "The meal was given by someone else, and the rest of the money was earned by me playing games. Does it have anything to do with you?"

"You play games to make money?!"

Qi Nannan laughed sarcastically: "You can make money!"

"I don't want to fight, but I'm not afraid either."

Annan echoed, saying what he had always wanted to say: "Do you care about me, do you mean giving me five yuan a month, or living in my mother's house but mocking me?"

Things were chaotic for a while, Qi Nannan rushed over ferociously to hit someone, but his cousin still protected her and stopped her.

Annan watched coldly from the sidelines, and only heard words like "No wonder your parents died so early, it's no wonder that a child like you is not angry to death".

After slamming the door, the woman's voice was still cursing, and the neighbors were also watching, but they said something like "this child is not good at learning", "this child always likes to play games".

It seems that at his age, his grades have become the basis for judging him as a person.

Instances become heterogeneous.

(End of this chapter)