0800 I think I can save it

There is a passage at the end of the living room, and to the left and right of the passage are two bedrooms.

To the left of the living room is a large door, and to the right there is a wide staircase that winds all the way to the second floor.

It is a small duplex villa with an area of 300 square meters, and the kitchen is flanked by a floor-to-ceiling window with two chairs on the green lawn.

The weather was a little gloomy, it seemed that it was about to rain, the thin blanket on the chair kept rolling, afraid that the blanket would be blown away, Yan Bei immediately opened the window and walked over to collect the thin blanket.

The garden is not big, only 30 square meters, but because of such a small garden, Mu Zixi's house can be 8 million more than the villa without a garden next door.

In this bustling city, being able to have such a small villa with a garden shows that Mu's father's earning ability is really good.

It's a pity that no one is perfect, Mu Zixi's father Mu Ting is lustful, and there are countless juniors raised outside, and his personal style is very problematic.

There's an old-fashioned European wall clock on the TV wall in the living room, and it's four o'clock in the afternoon.

Yan Bei is the only one in the house, Mu Zixi is a sophomore, and the school is next to her house, a twenty-minute walk away, so she doesn't live on campus, and usually goes home for dinner around five o'clock.

After eating, I stayed in my room by myself, playing games and playing games until one or two o'clock in the morning.

I got up at half past seven the next day, went out to school at eight o'clock, and when I didn't have classes, I stayed in the house to play games.

However, although Mu Ting is a flower, he has never made children or anything outside, and so far there is only one baby girl, Mu Ting.

For some personal reasons, he has always felt guilty about his daughter, and even if he found out that his daughter was addicted to the Internet, he did not stop it.

However, the mother felt that this was not good, and once mentioned that she would send her daughter to a regular Internet addiction rehabilitation center for treatment.

However, after seeing the relevant news reports of the latest Internet addiction rehabilitation center, I was afraid that my daughter would encounter a madman who used electric shock therapy, and the matter of quitting Internet addiction was over.

Mu Ting is rich and very generous to her daughter, in order to make her daughter hate herself a little less, she supports her a lot of money to charge into the game, and completely works against the child's mother.

The husband and wife already had conflicts, because of this matter, there was one more time to quarrel, and the quarrel made Mu Zixi annoyed, and he became more and more addicted to the virtual world.

Such a vicious circle has led to the fact that Mu Zixi's mother will always be the only one in this family.

Mu Ting couldn't go home once in ten days and a half months, the meal being prepared in the kitchen was only for two people, Yan Bei guessed that Mu's mother might be preparing dinner for her daughter just now, and after walking around the villa, she continued to prepare dinner.

At 4:50, Yan Bei was just about to put the food on the table when the door was opened.

A short-haired girl wearing a white T-shirt and denim trousers walked in, and as soon as she entered the door, she just glanced at her, didn't say anything, changed her shoes and took her bag, went directly around the restaurant, and walked upstairs.

Seeing this, Yan Bei was stunned at first, and then hurriedly asked, "Aren't you eating?" ”

"Don't eat it!" The girl replied without looking back, and at the same time quickened her pace to go upstairs.

"Stop!" Yan Bei put down the swinging dishes and chopsticks, frowned and shouted, "Eat first!" ”

The girl seemed to be accustomed to listening to her mother's drinking order, and suddenly turned her head and looked at her impatiently: "I'm not hungry! ”

"And when are you hungry?" Yan Bei immediately asked.

Mu Zixi was stunned, as if she didn't expect that she didn't order herself to "eat even if you are not hungry", but asked her very seriously, "When are you hungry", and her beautiful black eyes suddenly earned the boss.

"What are you doing when I ask you?" Yan Bei raised his eyebrows and asked.

Mu Zixi came back to his senses at this time, his tone softened a little, and he said helplessly: "I really don't want to eat it now." ”

"I know." Yan Bei bowed his head, and said patiently: "So I asked you when you want to eat, I will keep it for you, and you will come down to eat when you are hungry in a while." ”

"It's about seven o'clock." After saying lukewarmly, he rushed into the room with his backpack and closed the door.

Just now, Master and they said in the group that they are waiting for her to go online and play a copy together, she can't let them wait.

Mu Zixi hurriedly turned on the computer, logged in to the game, and began the two-hour dungeon reclamation.

During this period, Yan Bei finished the meal alone, left her another meal, and then walked to the study, opened the laptop that had been vacant for a long time, and searched the Internet for information about the news of Sword Net Three.

After all, she felt that this Internet addict girl could be saved again.

To put it bluntly, as long as Mu Zixi is not excluded by relatives and friends in the game, and asks her not to be tough with the heroine, then at least half of her fate can be reversed.

As for the remaining half, it depends on the changes of their parents in reality.

Yan Bei knew the name of the game, and in the past two hours, she not only learned a lot of special terms about online games, but also added the game Sword Net III to the download list.

The Internet speed at home is very fast, but this game is very large, there are 16 G, download and install, I'm afraid it will take two or three hours.

At about seven o'clock, Yan Bei immediately went upstairs with a warm meal and knocked on Mu Zixi's door.

Mu Zixi, who was celebrating the harvest of the dungeon with Master and others, heard a knock on the door, hurriedly shrunk the game window to a minimum, and then clicked out the computer desktop, waiting for her mother to break in.

However, to her surprise, the knocking on the door continued.

"Zixi, it's seven o'clock, it's time for you to eat." Yan Bei knocked on the door and said softly as he stood outside the door.

The lock on the door was not locked, but Yan Bei felt that she had to respect the child's privacy, so she did not push the door directly.

Mother's behavior suddenly made Mu Zixi breathe a sigh of relief, she stood up and opened the door, pointed to the computer desk, and said very coldly:

"You can put the food here, and I'll take it to the kitchen to wash it after I'm done in a while."

Yan Bei nodded, and while bringing the food in, he observed Mu Zixi's room.

This is a large bedroom with a bathroom, which is divided into three areas: study area, sleeping area, and washing area.

The room is mainly light colored, white walls, wood-colored furniture, the quilt on the bed is also white, there is not much furniture, the house is very tidy, but at first glance, it looks like a hotel.

Because there is no breath of life here, it gives people a very rigid and depressing feeling.

It was drizzling outside, the wind was a little strong, the windows were closed, the curtains were closed, the lights were not turned on, only the lamp in front of the computer desk was turned on.

Yan Bei's first feeling when he stepped into this room was that it was too dim.

Afraid that Mu Zixi would be disgusted, she didn't dare to turn on the light, just put down the food, and before leaving, she deliberately glanced at the very small window on the table.

Yan Bei's eyes were sharp, even though the words on it were very small, she still saw what she wanted to see.

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