Chapter: 2193
"I'm sleeping. Didn't you say we'll meet tonight? You miss me so much?"
Hearing this voice, Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, not only because the palace lord still flirted leisurely, indicating that there was no danger, but also because of her tone.
Usually when communicating with the palace lord, she always smiles, with the posture of an experienced and well-informed young lady, and her tone never changes.
It was only when he questioned her father about the past that she put away her frivolity and became serious.
This is actually very abnormal. People have emotions, emotions and changes, and it is impossible to have only one side.
The past palace lord, more likely to face him with a certain monotonous character deliberately in order to suppress his emotions.
But now, the palace lord's voice is soft and lazy, with a sweetness, as if complaining that her boyfriend disturbed her sleep.
Crazy batch is not crazy!
Zhang Yuanqing was sincerely delighted, this could reduce his guilt, and at the same time, he didn't have to worry about being hung up and beaten by his madly criticized sister because he said something wrong.
"I want to come here now, because I can't be sure whether to enter the dungeon today or tomorrow." Zhang Yuanqing said.
He was worried that he would enter the dungeon tonight.
Anyway, the matter at hand is over, there is no need to drag it until twelve o'clock tonight.
At this time, Guan Ya probably heard a woman's voice on the phone, picked up her nightgown, put it on, and walked over.
"Okay!" The palace lord's voice was still soft and sweet, "Now you come to Haomusic Hotel and wait for me."
Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to talk nonsense at all and hung up the phone.
As soon as he pressed the hang up button, Guan Ya's snow-white lotus arms hugged him from behind, grabbed the phone, and groaned:
"Whose phone?"
She let go of her boyfriend's waist, glanced at the call record, and frowned: "Stop killing the Palace Master?"
But she didn't ask much, but clicked on the address book and searched for keywords such as "Fu Xue", "mother-in-law", and "auntie", but there was still no content. Mother" and so on.
Zhang Yuanqing squinted and silently watched her act like a demon.
When he saw her type in "slay mother-in-law", he couldn't help complaining: "Sister Guan Ya, you understand me."
Guan Ya let out a "hum", clicked on the address book again, entered her mother's mobile phone number, confirmed that she did not add friends, and returned the mobile phone to her boyfriend.
"Sister Guan Ya, you still check my phone. It's not like you." Zhang Yuanqing put the phone away and put it in his pocket, "Are you worried that I will contact my aunt in private?"
In his perception, Guan Ya is a very confident woman. Her figure, appearance, family background and vision determine her self-confidence.
So I seldom get jealous, and I don't have to check my boyfriend's cell phone from time to time like those Xiaojiabiyu.
Guan Ya snorted again:
"My mother is too clever. You can't play with her. It's best not to contact her forever. I'm afraid she will suddenly say: This is your Uncle Zhang."
"Then we can go our separate ways. I'll call you sister, and you call me dad."
Guan Ya pinched his face angrily: "Are you still playing tricks?"
"Aren't you the same?" JrNovels.com
Hearing this voice, Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, not only because the palace lord still flirted leisurely, indicating that there was no danger, but also because of her tone.
Usually when communicating with the palace lord, she always smiles, with the posture of an experienced and well-informed young lady, and her tone never changes.
It was only when he questioned her father about the past that she put away her frivolity and became serious.
This is actually very abnormal. People have emotions, emotions and changes, and it is impossible to have only one side.
The past palace lord, more likely to face him with a certain monotonous character deliberately in order to suppress his emotions.
But now, the palace lord's voice is soft and lazy, with a sweetness, as if complaining that her boyfriend disturbed her sleep.
Crazy batch is not crazy!
Zhang Yuanqing was sincerely delighted, this could reduce his guilt, and at the same time, he didn't have to worry about being hung up and beaten by his madly criticized sister because he said something wrong.
"I want to come here now, because I can't be sure whether to enter the dungeon today or tomorrow." Zhang Yuanqing said.
He was worried that he would enter the dungeon tonight.
Anyway, the matter at hand is over, there is no need to drag it until twelve o'clock tonight.
At this time, Guan Ya probably heard a woman's voice on the phone, picked up her nightgown, put it on, and walked over.
"Okay!" The palace lord's voice was still soft and sweet, "Now you come to Haomusic Hotel and wait for me."
Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to talk nonsense at all and hung up the phone.
As soon as he pressed the hang up button, Guan Ya's snow-white lotus arms hugged him from behind, grabbed the phone, and groaned:
"Whose phone?"
She let go of her boyfriend's waist, glanced at the call record, and frowned: "Stop killing the Palace Master?"
But she didn't ask much, but clicked on the address book and searched for keywords such as "Fu Xue", "mother-in-law", and "auntie", but there was still no content. Mother" and so on.
Zhang Yuanqing squinted and silently watched her act like a demon.
When he saw her type in "slay mother-in-law", he couldn't help complaining: "Sister Guan Ya, you understand me."
Guan Ya let out a "hum", clicked on the address book again, entered her mother's mobile phone number, confirmed that she did not add friends, and returned the mobile phone to her boyfriend.
"Sister Guan Ya, you still check my phone. It's not like you." Zhang Yuanqing put the phone away and put it in his pocket, "Are you worried that I will contact my aunt in private?"
In his perception, Guan Ya is a very confident woman. Her figure, appearance, family background and vision determine her self-confidence.
So I seldom get jealous, and I don't have to check my boyfriend's cell phone from time to time like those Xiaojiabiyu.
Guan Ya snorted again:
"My mother is too clever. You can't play with her. It's best not to contact her forever. I'm afraid she will suddenly say: This is your Uncle Zhang."
"Then we can go our separate ways. I'll call you sister, and you call me dad."
Guan Ya pinched his face angrily: "Are you still playing tricks?"
"Aren't you the same?" JrNovels.com
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