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Chapter 215 Do you want my WeChat? (Pei Sumu)
If Zhou Yiling hadn't anticipated this and locked the door beforehand, the dormitory would probably have turned into a battlefield by now.

Hearing the constant "greetings" coming from outside, he glanced helplessly at the instigator, then called out through the crack in the door, "Xiao Yan, why don't you go and talk to Boss Shen about this first?"

"Don't let people misunderstand."

Chen Hong, who was watching the drama unfold, chimed in with a sarcastic remark: "Isn't it a good thing that it's a misunderstanding? He might even thank me in the future."

"Thank you, grandpa!"

Pei Yan's exasperated voice immediately rang out.

Zhou Yiling instinctively blocked the door and said, "You two really need to stop messing around."

It has been almost four hours since Chen Hong sent that message.

"Xiao Yan, if you don't hurry, they might have already bought the tickets!"

That's what they said, but both people in the room felt that Pei Yan was secretly hoping for it.

He was so angry not because Shen Zhaoyi would be going to Hong Kong with him, but because Chen Hong had so bluntly revealed his thoughts.

After being reminded by Zhou Yiling, the commotion outside did indeed subside.

However, Pei Yan was no pushover either. He turned around, found a tow rope, and attached it to the door handle, with the other end connected to the sofa leg.

"You're not coming out, huh? You'll be begging me tomorrow!"

After doing something naughty, the childish kid returned to his room, his fur standing on end. Looking at the "good" sign on his phone, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

But when his gaze fell upon the overly blunt statement from the previous sentence, he instantly became listless.

Come with me to the port city.

Stay with me.

That damned Chen Hong, he'll be wetting his pants in his room tomorrow morning!
Pei Yan buried himself in the pillow until he was almost out of breath, then he turned over, gasped for breath, picked up his phone, and started typing repeatedly in the chat box.

Finally, I managed to edit out a message that I was quite satisfied with.

Click Send.

Shen Zhaoyi was looking at a screenshot of the comments section that Su Ye had sent her; it was from the comments section of last night's video.

Hey sis, do you want my WeChat?

Give me a chance; I genuinely want to get to know you.

[What's the point of pushing this to me? They won't even give me their contact information.]

[Heaven is indeed fair; it gave her beauty and money, but took me away...]

……

Among the many witty remarks, Shen Zhaoyi noticed this one:
If all goes well, we'll get married, go to Qingdao to feel the sea breeze, go to the amusement park to watch fireworks, go to Qishan to watch the sunrise, eat barbecue skewers in Xinjiang, eat Peking duck in Beijing, and eat hot pot in City C. If not, I'll sleep a little longer.

Putting aside the previous sentence, she felt that she could save the place names and things she wanted to do as potential travel plans for the future.

As if on the same wavelength, Su Ye also used the same picture and then asked, "When I'm on vacation, let's go enjoy the sea breeze and watch fireworks, okay?"

For some reason, seeing his words, Shen Zhaoyi suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Perhaps they thought that this person would finally speak up about their thoughts?

Being overly cautious all the time is pointless.

She unconsciously recalled Pei Yan's message from that afternoon, which conveyed the same message.

While reading Su Ye's comment that the nearest holiday wouldn't be until National Day, three months later, a new message popped up in the chat box.

Pei Yan: [The official competition is on the 25th, we need to go there on the 21st.]

【why? 】

Shen Zhaoyi didn't understand the significance of going four days in advance.

It wasn't until Pei Yan sent her the competition flowchart that she realized that she couldn't just go and start competing; there were practice matches and ranking matches beforehand.

But all of this is preparation for the main competition later on.

However, she only agreed to go to Hong Kong together, but did not say that she would accompany him the whole time.

But this was not the result Pei Yan wanted.

His idea of ​​companionship was going together and coming back together. But he couldn't bring himself to speak his mind like Chen Hong did, so he awkwardly sent two words: "Whatever."

Shen Zhaoyi noticed his change.

There's no way around it; Pei Yan is just too easy to understand. If he speaks ambiguously, it means he's hiding something.

I wanted to ask what was so special about this that made me want to be there the whole time, but then the lights in the emergency room suddenly went out.

Mumu and Aunt Sun got up at the same time.

Shen Zhaoyi also put away her phone and followed, wanting to hear what the doctor had to say.

"The condition has basically stabilized. Someone will stay with the patient tonight, and the patient can be transferred to a regular ward first thing tomorrow morning."

At first glance, this news seems good.

But Mumu's expression remained unchanged.

Shen Zhaoyi saw this, first thanked the doctor on his behalf, and then pulled him aside, "What's wrong? Is there anything else you're worried about?"

"Sister, her condition is basically stable. Does that mean Grandma might still have a relapse..."

This question stumped me.

Every industry has its own rhetoric, which doesn't stand up to scrutiny, and Shen Zhaoyi didn't know how to explain it.

Has this happened before?

"Had."

Mumu sighed and slumped back into her chair.

My grandmother's health has never been very good; she's always been plagued by various illnesses, both big and small.

The first time I fainted was at the beginning of this year. I bumped my head and got a big bump. The caregiver I hired was so scared that she quit her job the next day.

They were afraid of being extorted.

The final diagnosis was a meningioma.

At the time, Mumu didn't have much savings, but on the doctor's advice, she scraped together money to have the surgery.

The subsequent treatment costs are a bottomless pit.

Fortunately, one night he had the chance to meet Shen Zhaoyi.

It's rare to encounter a generous person, and when you're extremely short of money, you'll naturally try every trick in the book to try and win them over.

That was the first time Mumu had ever gone out of her way to seduce someone for money.

Not long after being discharged from the hospital, Grandma's memory began to deteriorate, and she even got lost once when she went out.

At the time, he couldn't see anyone on the surveillance footage and couldn't get through on the phone, so he thought about asking for leave to go back and take a look, but the company didn't approve it.

From that day on, Mumu had already been thinking about leaving.

By the way, we'll stop letting Shen Zhaoyi come over to send gifts; we should cut off their source of income as much as possible.

Fortunately, a kind neighbor saw the elderly person outside and brought them back.

When something like this happens, someone definitely can't be left alone at home, but the company is completely unreasonable. In the end, Mumu had no choice but to hire Aunt Sun at a high salary to take care of her around the clock.

Every day, the moment I open my eyes, all sorts of expenses come rushing in.

Having experienced the predicament of being broke several times, even though Shen Zhaoyi was generous to her, Mu Mu would still take time to do some part-time jobs.

He calls this being prepared for a rainy day.

Shen Zhaoyi was curious, even though she didn't participate in group broadcasts, she still watched a lot of Mumu's solo broadcasts.

What must a person have gone through to still have to work as a temporary worker for 120 yuan a day under such circumstances?

However, it's probably not appropriate to ask this question now.

The words that were about to come out turned into a comforting remark: "Don't be anxious, ask the doctor again later and see what he says."

Mumu nodded weakly.

I have a feeling that Grandma fainting this time is not a good omen.