ten minutes later.
It started to rain in the evening, and the beautiful young man stood outside the convenience store, with his umbrella closed in one hand and his mobile phone in the other. The light from the street lamps reflected on his hands, which was completely white.
The convenience store is open 24 hours, and the waiter inside looked over.
In the middle of the night, there was another beautiful boy, which inevitably attracted people's attention. And he seemed very young, how could he come out alone in the middle of the night
"Hi, may I help you?" the waiter asked with a smile. The drowsiness of the night shift has dissipated—this little guy is so beautiful, and his fair face is still soft and cute.
But the white and tender boy frowned slightly, said something to the phone in a low voice, then raised his eyes, and said without changing his face: "Sanitary napkins, do you have any?"
waiter:"… "
Mother Ann on the phone: "..."
The two women were silent at the same time, and only one beautiful boy was left, holding his mobile phone indifferently, looking at the waiter calmly.
He curled his white index finger, and tapped lightly on the glass counter, "Is there any?"
On the child's pretty face, the expression was too cold and calm, and the waiter nodded in a daze: "Yes, yes... just wait a moment."
She walked out of the counter, and then remembered something: "Is it for daily use or night use, or..."
An's mother on the other end of the phone heard it, and quickly reminded her son, "Everything."
"Both." An Jin repeated.
His eyes stopped on the row of sanitary napkins, he frowned slightly and stared at it for a few seconds, silently memorizing the appearance of the packaging, then he looked away and said to the phone: "Okay, I bought it, hang up."
Mother Ann: "..."
Throw it away when you're done using it. Sure enough, I'm my son.
Listening to the beeping sound from the receiver, she was stunned for a while, and the husband next to her asked in a daze, "What is Jin'er calling so late?"
Mother An glanced at him, but said nothing.
Father An didn't understand the complexity of that look, and muttered again: "This kid, when did you call us... It's still so late? What's going on, is the house on fire?"
"What a fart." An's mother, who has always been quiet, rarely rolled her eyes, sighed, and said with relief, "Our daughter-in-law has settled down. You said it's midnight, call me to ask about menstruation... Hey, Jin'er I was so anxious before."
Father An: "??? Menstruation?"
"Isn't Chuchu living in our house?" An's mother slapped him, "What do you think of Chuchu?"
"Yo," Father An finally understood, and most of the drowsiness disappeared, "Can Jin'er handle Chuchu? What happened to the phone call just now?"
An's mother sighed, "I think Chu Chu can handle Jin'er. I haven't heard him so anxious, I almost swore to tell him it's okay. This kid is so nervous by himself..."
As she spoke, she and Father An exchanged glances. The two were silent for a while, and then shook their heads with sighs.
Two little cuties.
One thing down one thing.
_
And the other side.
Watching the waiter packing sanitary napkins, An Jin stood beside her motionless, her beautiful eyes under her black shattered hair were condensed, showing a trace of coldness.
The waiter secretly looked at the beautiful boy, and couldn't help asking, "Did you buy it for mom?"
She is really sensible and caring, so small, she came out alone to buy sanitary napkins for her mother.
An Jin looked up at her.
There was no expression on the child's white and tender face, but he shook his head, and his voice was immature and cold:
"To a friend."