(MTL) Male Supporting Counterattack Manual [Quick Travel]

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Supporting Male Lead’s Counterattack Manual [Quick Transmigration] Chapter 127: 00's towing oil bottles (8)

The disturbances in the city have not yet reached the countryside.

This was from Duan Qingen's uncle when he called and asked them whether they were short of money or not. If anyone bullied them again, could Qing En see it at school.

Wang Xiuhong patiently published Duan Qingen's book. She told the old lady about the wealth and reputation of her family now.

"A book is out ?!"

The old lady never thought that this grandson of her own was so capable, she didn't know how much she liked, and kept asking Wang Xiuhong what happened, how many books were made, how much money was made, Qing En wrote Not tired.

Although Wang Xiuhong's recent answers to these questions were a bit conditioned, the outsider's question was still different from that of her mother-in-law. At least when she said it, she felt sweet.

On the one hand, I want to reassure the elderly that they lived well in their childhood, and on the other hand, they are pleased that Qing En can achieve such a great achievement at a young age and share the burden for the family.

She finished talking about Duan Qingen's achievements. It was sweet and astringent. She added: "We went to their school when he wanted to skip a grade. Genius, tell me that Qing En was because his father was gone, then the old lady bullied me again and suddenly wanted to protect me, and suddenly became prominent, otherwise the child would be as quiet as before. "

The old lady listened while she was happy, and wiped her tears: "No, it's normal for me to be a distressed mother."

"I said before that our Qing En is a good one and a good one. From now on, you can count on Xiuhong."

Today is exactly Friday. When Duan Qingen came back with a schoolbag, he saw Wang Xiuhong, who was calling with a smile, in the store.

Immediately obediently shouted: "Mom, who are you calling?"

"Qing En, are you after school?"

Basic parents of elementary school students do not pick up and drop off these days. After all, there are few cars, and most of the children live together, and they go home together.

As soon as Duan Qingen appeared, Wang Xiuhong was even happier, and quickly passed him the phone in his hand: "It's you, yell fast."

"Hello, have you eaten yet?"

Duan Qingen is now accustomed to the daily life of a child.

Rubber bands hide and seek to do homework. When someone sees you first, he is greeted by the head, and when he calls his relatives, he must let him say something. These are the things a child should accept.

He talked a few words first, the old lady touted him a few words, and he said a few words sweetly.

After about five minutes of speaking, the old lady said with satisfaction: "Qing En, give your mother your phone, and I will say something to her."

The mother and daughter spoke happily again.

The microphones these days are not very soundproof. Duan Qingen can hear what they are talking about, but fortunately, he simply pulls out the history book borrowed from the schoolbag from the schoolbag while reading the book with one heart. Listen to what the two are saying.

Wait until a dissatisfied female voice pops up on the other side of the phone: "Mom, it's almost enough to say, this phone call is expensive."

The old lady's cheerful voice came to an abrupt halt, and Wang Xiuhong no longer spoke, holding the microphone awkwardly and not knowing what to do.