Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle - Chapter 1578

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Life always passed quickly in the midst of a fight.

Nangong Lengyu had returned home for the winter break.

Standing in the empty dormitory, she felt like something was missing. She pushed open her door. Her scent still lingered in the room, making her heart feel much more at ease.

At this time, she should have already gotten off the plane.

Huo Ci sent her a message: “Pretty boy, are you home? Has my fiancée picked you up?”

Ten seconds.

The pretty boy was dead. Why didn’t he reply to his message?

One minute.

The pretty boy might not have gotten off the plane yet. Maybe the plane was late.

Five minutes.

That bastard pretty boy must have already slept with his fiancée and forgotten about him.

Ten minutes.

F*ck, the pretty boy must have deliberately not replied to his message.

Thirty minutes.

Had the pretty boy had an accident? A plane crash? A hijacking?

After thirty-one minutes, he couldn’t take it anymore and called her. He wasn’t worried about the pretty boy’s safety. He was just afraid that if she died, she would become a malicious ghost and haunt him.

Soon.

The call was picked up.

Nangong Lengyu asked. “Are you crazy?”

“F*ck!”

He hung up.

He was simply crazy to care about her!

Look at the pretty boy’s attitude. She was the one who was crazy!

Nangong Lengyu looked at the phone and frowned.

Nangong Lengmo looked at her coldly. “Sister, who is it?”

Nangong Lengyu looked disgusted and sneered. “I don’t know. He’s just a lunatic.”

Nangong Lengmo looked at his usually calm sister with unconcealed disdain in his eyes. He felt a little strange.

Nangong Lengyu did not know if she was crazy. No one was going against her or bickering with him. She was actually a little unaccustomed to living a peaceful life. She kept feeling that something was wrong, as if something was missing.

She could not help but wonder if she had been cohabiting with Huo Ci for too long, so much so that she had Stockholm Syndrome.

Nangong Lengmo also realized that no matter what his sister did, she was a little distracted. From time to time, she would look at her phone, as if she was waiting for someone.

At 8:30 p.m., Nangong Lengyu went to take a shower.

Nangong Lengmo was watching a soccer match in the living room. When he heard her phone ring, he took a look and shouted, “Sister, you have a call.”

Nangong Lengyu shouted from the bathroom, “Don’t answer it. Don’t answer it. I’ll get out immediately.”

Nangong Lengmo was at the age of rebellion. The more he was not allowed to do something, the more he wanted to do it. He stood up and went to get his phone. He saw the words jumping on the screen: xxx.

Nangong Lengmo was dumbfounded and became even more interested. He wanted to know who this xxx was that his sister could give him such a special name.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the call connected, Nangong Lengyu snatched the phone away. When she heard the voice on the other end, she sneered. “What has it got to do with you?”

Nangong Lengmo was hurt. “Sister is so fierce!”

Nangong Lengyu frowned. “I don’t care!”

Nangong Lengmo said, “Sister is so cold!”

Nangong Lengyu said, “Get lost!”

Nangong Lengmo was speechless.

Who was his sister calling? From the beginning to the end, she had only answered for less than half a minute. There were only three sentences and less than ten words.

When Nangong Lengyu left, she took her phone away and gave him a warning look. “Ah Mo, don’t answer this person’s calls in the future.”

Nangong Lengmo’s eyes were about to fall to the ground. When his sister turned around, she smiled. She really smiled. It was obvious that after answering that strange call, his sister’s mood instantly improved.

He had never seen his sister disregarding her image. Her feet were bare, her hair was wet, and even her bathrobe was inverted.