Daddy's Marvel Chat Group

Chapter 34

Yes, it is fate.

If it wasn't for the wonderful fate, how could they be together in the first place? After chatting with Nalan Yanran for a while, the two said good night to each other, and then fell asleep.

On summer nights, because of the sound of rain, it became quiet and restless.

There is no longer the sound of insects, but the sound of rain is also very annoying.

...

When you are in a bad mood, you will be irritable when you hear any sound.

All in all, it is still a matter of the Marvel chat group. The hateful group leader Iron Man always kicks him out of the group. If he is still in that group now, he will not be so depressed.

Because his golden fingers are unreliable, he doesn't know what the future will hold.

Xiao Yan was really too afraid of failure. The last time he failed, he almost lost everything, including his beloved.

What about this time?

...

With complicated emotions, Xiao Yan finally managed to fall asleep.

He woke up very early the next day, looked at the time, and found that if he was preoccupied, he would be prone to insomnia, and he only slept for 3 and a half hours.

It was still early, Jia Jia must not have woken up at this time, but Xiao Yan could no longer fall asleep, he had to do something today, he couldn't wait any longer.

On the phone screen, although there is still a Marvel chat group with a gray head, if it disappears that day, then what he has now will become a castle in the air.

He couldn't imagine that when Nalan Yanran asked him for a song again, he couldn't get it out.

But when "Fights Break Sphere" was updated later, he could only continue to slander by himself, and then he was scolded by the fans who love and care for the book now, and he couldn't imagine the consequences.

Even imagining it would be so tense that I couldn't breathe.

Xiao Yan must enter the Marvel chat group again today, no matter what method he uses, no matter what price he pays.

He absolutely can't lose this time.

...

When Shen Luoying woke up, she took a look at Jia Jia beside her, a cute little girl, hugging her big soft bear legs, still sound asleep.

The sound of rain was still falling outside the window, Shen Luoying walked out, but smelled the aroma of food coming from the kitchen, and thought to herself, the old man woke up quite early today.

However, when he walked into the kitchen, it turned out to be Xiao Yan.

"Scare me, Xiao Yan, why did you get up so early to cook?"

Xiao Yan hid the anxiety in his heart, and said with a smile on his face, "The rain was too loud, so noisy that I couldn't sleep, so I got up and cooked."

Even if Xiao Yan didn't express his emotions, Shen Luoying could still see something. She grabbed her son and said, "Xiao Yan, tell me, do you have something on your mind?"

"No! What can I worry about? I haven't spent all the winning money from buying lottery tickets last time." This was a lie last time.

Xiao Yan avoided his mother's eyes.

"Don't hide it from me, do you have to worry us?"

Xiao Yan was helpless, he sighed deeply and said, "Well, let me tell you, it's because of work."

Naturally, he would not tell his mother about the Marvel chat group.

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While eating breakfast, you can still see the raindrops in the yard hitting the concrete floor with some moss growing on it. The air is filled with humidity. Shen Luoying looked at Xiao Yan with some doubts in her eyes. She didn't quite believe it. All my son's anxiety comes from work.

Because now there is some fanaticism in Xiao Yan's eyes, as if he is about to lose his mind. Shen Luoying once saw that Xiao Yan's restaurant had closed down, but he still didn't admit defeat and invested in opening a milk tea shop. They are all like this kind of eyes, like a gambler, fanatical to a little crazy.

Desperate to grasp at the last straw.

Even after eating 3/2 of the meal, Shen Luoying was still afraid that her son would do something stupid, because the current Xiao Yan really seemed desperate.

Being a mother is very worrying.

So just when Shen Luoying wanted to ask, there was an unexpected sound of car whistles, and then, in the rain outside, two beams of light from cars pierced through.

"Excuse me, is this Xiao Yan's house?"

The voice of a woman with a loud voice resounded outside the yard.

(End of this chapter)