C2 The Expressionless Song

But for some reason, this time, the person didn't use his ultimate move to kill Jiang Chen immediately, but seemed to be playing around, not letting Jiang Chen have the strength to fight back, and not letting him go either, as if he was slowly torturing him.

Normally, it would take two or three minutes to solve a problem, but now that ten minutes had passed, the man with the big hammer still had half of his health left.

Jiang Chen knew that this was done on purpose by that person. He clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth in anger. If that person was standing in front of him right now, he would definitely punch him!

F * ck! If you say you want to hit me, then hit me. Can't you just give me a quick death?!

Seeing his game character bleed bit by bit, Jiang Chen pulled his hair in annoyance. In his anger, he turned off the computer and decided to just ignore it.

Soong Qizhao, who was on the other side of the game, saw that Jiang Chen had logged off from the game, and his stiff face did not have the slightest bit of emotion. He raised his wrist to look at the time, then closed the game as well.

Jiang Chen had taken the initiative to be beaten up today, and he didn't know that it was because he had shamelessly said that he had facial paralysis.

In fact, it seemed that he was right, which was why there was this unexpected disaster.

Although Young Master Song had a poker face, he especially hated it when others said that he had a poker face. Jiang Chen had even said it a few times before, so in the future, he would definitely...

Jiang Chen angrily stood up from his computer, went to the toilet on his flip-flop, and when he came back, he didn't continue to turn on the computer.

He rolled a few times on the bed before his anger gradually calmed down.

"It feels so good! It feels so good!"

Hearing his phone ring all of a sudden, Jiang Chen sat up in bed. He first shook his head with an intoxicated expression, then shook his head and immersed himself in the music country for a few seconds before humming a tune and taking his time to go to the computer desk to get his phone.

He couldn't help it, he just loved the song, and every time he heard it, the little one would shake his head and hum along, and the big one would jump up and down like a dancer.

In the end, when he saw the "beautiful and cute Queen of the Jiang family who can sing and dance" jumping up and down on the screen, Jiang Chen couldn't show off anymore.

The Queen of the Jiang family, Jiang Chen's mother.

Jiang Chen looked at his phone, his heart filled with hesitation. Seeing that the dial time was almost a minute away, he picked up his phone and swiped his finger upwards to answer the call.

Then, he immediately opened his mouth and said carefully and dog-leggedly, "Good luck to the Empress, good luck to the Empress."

Because Jiang's mother had been a fan of court dramas a while ago, she had immersed herself too deeply into the play, causing her to have a few lines from the play when she spoke at home. As for Jiang's father and Jiang Chen, as his three good husbands and five good sons, they naturally had to accompany Jiang's mother!

Well, that's what happened.

On the other side of the phone, Jiang's mother didn't make any noise. Jiang Chen swallowed his saliva, feeling more and more uneasy.

Since Jiang's mother didn't make a sound, Jiang Chen didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

After waiting for more than two minutes and almost three minutes, Jiang Chen was about to sweat. Only then did Jiang's mother speak unhurriedly: "Little Orange, what day is it today?"

"Saturday." Jiang Chen braced himself and replied.

"Then why didn't I see you come home?"

... "" Jiang Chen thought for a long time, but he didn't know how to use the ancient language to pull out what he was going to say next. He could only ask pitifully, "Empress, can I speak human language... Oh no, is it simple and crude?" He patted his chest. He had almost said the wrong thing again.

"Yes."

As if he had been granted amnesty, Jiang Chen heaved a sigh of relief, then immediately said in a fawning manner: "Hehe, Mom, can I not go home this week?"

After saying that, there was no sound from Jiang's mother on the other end of the phone.

"Ma... Mom, I want to experience myself... the feeling of spending the weekend alone... the feeling..." Even through the phone, Jiang Chen could feel the tension in the air.

Just as he was about to say a few more words, Jiang's mother suddenly roared, "Jiang Chen, your wings have hardened, right?"

"I don't dare! I don't dare!" Jiang Chen was so scared by his mother's roar that his delicate body trembled, and he unconsciously started to bite off more than he could chew.

"Cut the crap! Speak human language!" Jiang's mother was full of momentum over the phone.

"I... I... I..." Jiang Chen hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he still said with a wronged expression, "Mom, I'll be there in an hour."

...

After talking to his mother on the phone, Jiang Chen sat on the chair and thought about his life for a minute with a bitter expression on his face. Then, he started to pack his things and prepare to go home.

Although Jiang Chen was usually an idiot, Jiang's mother had been strict with him since he was young. Because the company where Jiang Chen worked was quite a distance away from the Jiang family's company, one of them was at the northernmost point, while the other was at the southernmost point, Jiang Chen lived in the company's unified employee apartment, so naturally, he couldn't go home often.

But Jiang's mother said that Saturday and Sunday were holidays, and Jiang Chen had to go home.

Jiang Chen had followed the rules set by Jiang's mother countless times before. As soon as he got off work on Friday night, he would immediately rush home. There was a reason why he didn't go home this time.

In the game, there was a gang war tonight at 9: 00. As the leader, he had to participate, and if he was at home, Jiang's mother would cut him off at 9: 30.