The young man suddenly pursed his lips and lowered his eyelashes, his voice could not detect any emotion, "I'm fine."
"Then I'll hang up." The other party said lightly.
Afterwards, she hung up the phone as expected, very crisply, and there was a beeping sound from the receiver.
Xun Zhou's hand holding the phone tightly.
He put down his phone, pursed his lips, and had a slightly displeased expression on his beautiful, white and tender face.
After standing quietly for a while, he lowered his eyes again, and picked up the small dusty box on the desk.
Not locked.
He gently opened the box, took out the photo inside, and looked at it silently for a while.
In the photo is a boy in school uniform.
It was his high school classmate when he was abroad.
In the photo, the tall and slender foreign boy has a delicate and bright face, showing his white teeth to the camera.
Xun Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly.
A trace of complicated emotions flashed across the young man's beautiful and tender face. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.
After stuffing the photo back, he sat down in front of the desk, silently looking at the edges and corners of the desk.
After a long while in a daze, he got up and brought soft cloth strips and handmade scissors.
The young man's pretty and lovely face looked white and soft in the sunlight coming in from the window. Those dark blue eyes stared at the cloth strips, and he carefully cut the things into long strips to wrap around the corners of the desk.
The slightly curly black hair is a little fluffy and cute, and the young boy's fair baby face has an indifferent expression.
After wrapping the edges and corners of the desk, Xun Zhou straightened up and looked at his results silently.
After being wrapped in soft cloth strips, it is impossible for people to bump into and get injured.
The boy stared in silence for a while.
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly pursed his lips again, as if he didn't understand what he was doing, he tore off all the wrapped things and threw them into the trash can beside him.
The boy lay on the table, buried his face in his arms.
Xunmu knocked on the door and walked into the room, and was surprised to see her son lying on the table, looking a little depressed.
He has always been vicious and arrogant, never caring about other people's opinions, living like a bully, let alone living like this, quietly burying his face in his arms, as if he has been wronged.
She couldn't help lowering her voice, and asked him softly, "Ah Xun, what's wrong with you? What happened?"
The boy paused slightly, and raised his head from his arms.
In the dark blue and light blue eyes, there was a peaceful silence. The fair-faced and beautiful boy raised his head, glanced at Xunmu, then turned his head again, and said in a pleasant voice, "Who let you into my room?"
Xunmu was taken aback.
Xun Zhou did not allow others to enter the room before.
But the last make-up class, according to the old nanny, was held in his own room...
Xunmu thought he didn't mind this anymore.
Otherwise, how could a stranger be allowed in.
I'm a little embarrassed right now, looking for my mother's prediction was wrong, it turns out that my son still doesn't allow anyone to enter the room...
She had no choice but to back out and asked with concern: "What happened to you just now? Why are you lying on the table?"
The boy frowned slightly.
On the pretty and lovely cheeks, there was a trace of impatience that was not obvious, as if something he didn't want to mention was mentioned, he turned his face and stared at the desk, and said indifferently: "It's none of your business, you go out."
Xunmu let out a sigh of relief, turned around and walked out of the room without further arguing or asking.
It seems that it is still difficult to let his son let go of his guard.
He didn't want to tell her anything about his thoughts.
He doesn't accept this family at all.