The bell startled Chu Zhiyan, she turned her head to look at the wall clock: it was half past two in the morning.
She knew who was calling, and for the past two years, the bell would ring on time every Wednesday at 2:30am.
Zhou Manqing always waited in front of the sofa for this call, but Chu Zhiyan was not allowed to come out to answer it, so she could only hide in the room and put her ear tightly against the wooden door.
However, today is different. Zhou Manqing suddenly fell ill and was admitted to the hospital, leaving her alone at home, just in time for this call.
Chu Zhiyan's heart was beating extremely fast, she walked forward, but hesitated when she reached the phone, and waited for four rings before she answered it.
A cold and impatient voice came from the opposite side, and Wu Nong's soft words rang out.
"What are you doing? Are you sleepy?"
?Chu Zhiyan clutched the receiver tightly with both hands, her throat was choked, and she could not speak for a long time.
The person on the other side of the phone obviously became alert, and she said "Hello" twice.
Chu Zhiyan finally summoned up her courage and said, "Hello, Teacher Zhou is not at home. She is sick and in the hospital."
"Are you a nanny?"
"No, I'm Chu Zhiyan."
"What?"
"I said my name is Chu Zhiyan, Chu Rong was born Chu, and Yan Bailing's Yan. Do you know me?"
A moment of silence struck, and Chu Zhiyan's heart rose in her throat.
Immediately after the busy tone of "beep beep", the other party hung up the phone in a panic. She didn't even ask about Zhou Manqing's physical condition, and she didn't care which hospital she lived in and how to contact her.
Chu Zhiyan's heart fell into the abyss, and the weightless discomfort made her feel sick, and tears of grievance welled up in her eyes.
She stubbornly wiped away her tears, and washed her face again. In the mirror, her eyes were determined, showing a sharp edge of hatred and resentment.
When she came downstairs, Bei Yiming was still keenly aware of her changes. He thought she was worried about Zhou Manqing's body, so she was crying anxiously, so he comforted:
"Don't worry. Didn't the doctor say that we delivered it in time, and the old man is sure to be fine. Maybe she will wake up after we go. By the way, I think you call her teacher, how do you tell her?" Where does your teacher live together?"
Chu Zhiyan stopped and looked straight at Bei Yiming. The strength in her eyes made Bei Yiming stand upright. She said:
"She is my grandmother! Not my teacher!"
At this moment, she broke out. She was fed up with this kind of grievance without identity, and only by making such a loud announcement can she vent the grievance of being hung up on the phone.
Bei Yiming was taken aback. He didn't expect such a good-looking girl to have such a tough temper. She looked like a Chongqing girl from his hometown.
"Oh, I'm sorrymystupid eyes." Bei Yiming was cowardly in front of a girl for the first time, and he found the way to go down: "She looks young, who would have imagined it. Anyway, I didn't expect it. "
"I'm sorry,I'm in a bad mood." Chu Zhiyan apologized for her casual venting of emotions, she raised her eyes and returned to that pitiful image, explaining: "Sheshe likes people to call her Zhou Teacher. She thinks grandma and grandma call her old"
Bei Yiming smiled and nodded, expressing his understanding.
Seeing that Chu Zhiyan was holding a box in his hand, he handed the cake in his hand to Chu Zhiyan and said, "Give me the box, and this for you. Let's have it for supper."
"Thank you. I will accept your gift when we first meet. Teacher Zhou knows that he will definitely talk about me."
"The family education is so strict. However, what you said is obviously treating me as an outsider." Bei Yiming raised his eyebrows, showing a playful look, and said, "Yang Heyu is your brother and my brother, and I should be a Your brother"
Chu Zhiyan smiled lightly, and seeing her happy, Bei Yiming added: "But don't call me brother, I have sister phobia, so you can just call me Bei Yiming." (Remember this website website: www .hlnovel.com