MTL - How Are You Guys Getting Boyfriends While Gaming-Chapter 15 Don't panic when the wheel rolls over your face

Ren's mother had been waiting in the living room for a long time. Seeing Yu Qinghuan coming out, she smiled and pointed to the seat beside her: "Come, sit next to Auntie."

"Okay Auntie." Yu Qinghuan nodded and sat obediently on the sofa beside Ren's mother. He sat up straight, raised his chest and put his legs together. His expression was serious and he looked very restrained.

It is a clear contrast to the tenure of Ge You's paralysis as soon as he sits down.

Ren's mother glanced at Ren Jian, then at Yu Qinghuan, turned back and slapped Ren Jian's shoulder fiercely: "Sit up straight for me, look at Qinghuan."

"Mom." Ren wailed while sitting up straight.

Can you save some face for him?

Ren's mother was too lazy to take care of her tenure, she turned back with a smile, and asked Yu Qinghuan softly, "How old is Qinghuan this year?"

Yu Qinghuan talked a lot when he was nervous, and directly revealed his own details: "Auntie, I am twenty-one this year. I have just graduated from college a few months ago, and I work in an Internet company. I am not a strange person."

I'm sorry I came to your son's house last night when I was drunk and didn't know why. Don't call the police, I'll get out of here after a while.

"Oh, twenty-one, that's still a few months older than my tenure, hehehe." Ren's mother covered her lips and smiled.

Yu Qinghuan didn't know what Ren's mother was laughing, so he smirked together: "Oh, I'm older than him, hahaha."

Renji couldn't stand it any longer, and quietly supported his forehead.

"Qing Huan, does your family know about you?" Ren's mother restrained her smile and asked worriedly.

This, of course, refers to dealing with boys.

However, even if Yu Qinghuan was given eight more brains, he couldn't guess what Ren's mother said.

Yu Qinghuan had to look at Ren Jian for help.

Ren Jian quickly said the word 'e-sports' with his mouth.

Yu Qinghuan suddenly realized!

Yu Qinghuan said, "Auntie, although the family knows it, they don't understand it very well."

Ren's mother nodded, with a worried expression on her face: "I understand, I understand, you must suffer." After saying that, Ren's mother patted Yu Qinghuan's hand lightly, "Don't worry, auntie will communicate with your parents more for you in the future, They will definitely understand you slowly, after all, parents love their children and want their children to be happy."

"Okay, okay." Yu Qinghuan always felt that something was wrong, and for a while he couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he panicked.

Shit, the two of them were clearly having such a good time chatting.

Renjian on the side was so nervous that he almost scratched the sofa out of the hole, only to feel that his whole body was tossing in the sizzling oil pan.

Ah, turn over, sprinkle some salt, turn over and pour some oil.

Mom, I beg you to go back quickly, okay? Your son will be scared to death by you sooner or later.

"By the way, you said just now that you work in an Internet company?" Ren's mother grabbed another topic, "How is work?"

Mother Ren's original intention was to ask Yu Qinghuan how hard work was, but Yu Qinghuan thought she was asking how much she could earn in a month: "Auntie, I just graduated, so I don't get much salary."

"It's okay!" Ren's mother suddenly laughed loudly, "Our family earns a lot of money!"

Yu Qinghuan: "...This, this is it."

Auntie, are you scolding me?

"Is that so, Ren Jian?" Ren's mother suddenly threw the topic to Ren Jian.

"It's okay." Ren Jian was caught off guard when he was mentioned, and he said quickly after a shock.

"What's alright?" Ren's mother was dissatisfied with Renjian's answer, gave him a sideways glance, and turned to ask Yu Qinghuan with a smile: "Qinghuan, did our Renjian tell you how much he can earn a year?"

Really said it.

"Yes." Yu Qinghuan gradually became numb and began to answer mechanically.

Auntie, please stop showing off, the golden wheels have already run over my impoverished face.

"Is it a lot?"

"yes."

"You think a lot too, don't you?"

"Yup."

"Don't worry, his salary card will be kept by you in the future. If he refuses, you can talk to Auntie!"

"Okay, eh????!!"