The System Asks to Uninstall: The Male God is Poisonous

"Jingle bell-!~"

The ringing of the phone broke the silence of the room.

Almost as soon as the bell rang, the boy's white arm stretched over and quickly picked up the landline.

But before the boy could speak, a voice came from the phone.

"Bai Bai, Mom has a big business to discuss today, so I won't go back for dinner. Secretary Li has ordered the birthday cake, and it will be delivered soon. You can eat it yourself; Mom will fly later. Go to City A, you will go to the new school tomorrow, the plane is about to take off, so be it!"

After speaking, hang up.

And the boy with the phone didn't have time to say a word from beginning to end.

“Bah!~”

The coffee table fell to the ground, and the glass cracks spread on the surface.

"Jingle bell-!~"

Suddenly, the phone rang again.

The teenager leaned over and picked up the phone.

"Baibai, I forgot to say it just now, don't let others find out my identity, um, that's it, my mother is really going to get on the plane."

After that, the call was quickly hung up again.

The time before and after this is not even three seconds.

The expression on the face of the black-haired boy was frozen at the moment of joy, and it quickly became stiff, anger burned his black eyes, and there was a fleeting sadness in the bottom of his eyes.

Business business, business again!

When will she stop?

What's the use of making so much money? !

Can grandma be brought back from the dead? !

Can I get Daddy back from that bitch? !

“Ding dong—!~”

The doorbell rang.

The boy frowned and walked over to open the door.

Outside the door, there is a man in a suit and leather shoes. The man wears gold-rimmed glasses, and he is completely a social elite.

And at this moment, the man is holding the cake.

When she saw Luo Bai, Secretary Li smiled, "Luo Shao, this is the cake that Dong Rong ordered for you."

The boy who was full of anger just now has no expression at all.

After taking the exquisite big box from Secretary Li, Luo Bai slammed the door and never said a word from beginning to end.

The moment the door was closed, the teenager slammed the box in his hand to the ground, then walked over and stomped hard.

Crush.

The creamy cake overflowed from the beautifully packaged box and stuck to the expensive floor tiles.

After stepping on it, the teenager went up to the second floor without looking back.

Seeing the slender figure disappearing at the corner of the stairs, Aunt Zhao, who was standing at the entrance of the kitchen, sighed.

She has been working here for sixteen years.

In the past sixteen years, the very beautiful big house seems to always be only a boy in a small suit.

Before the little boy was ten years old, the master and wife of the big house would return from time to time.

But after the boy is ten years old, the host and hostess can come back once every two weeks, which is very good.

In a later mother-daughter quarrel, she was shocked that the male owner of the big house had another family and other children.

And that very beautiful boy is always the driver who picks up the school, always takes the birthday cake from the secretary, and always looks at the bustling playground from a distance.

Always, alone.