100 Ways to Get the Male God - Chapter 738

[Chapter 738 Bamboo horse is very cold (17)]

ten minutes later.

In the evening, it started to rain, and the beautiful young man stood outside the convenience store, with an umbrella in one hand and a mobile phone in the other.

The convenience store is open 24 hours, and the waiter inside looked over.

In the middle of the night, it was another beautiful boy, which inevitably attracted people’s attention. And he looks very young, how can he come out alone in the middle of the night?

“Hello, do you need any help?” the waiter asked with a smile. The sleepiness of the night shift has dissipated – this little guy is really beautiful, and his fair face is 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 them?”

waiter:”……”

An mother on the phone: “…”

The two women fell silent in unison, and there was only one beautiful boy left, still holding the phone coldly and looking at the waiter calmly.

He curled his fair index finger and tapped lightly on the glass counter, “Anything?”

On the child’s beautiful face, the expression was too cold and calm, and the waiter nodded dizzily: “Yes, yes… You wait a moment.”

She walked out of the counter, and then remembered something: “Is it for daily use or night use, or…”

Mother An on the other end of the phone heard it, and quickly reminded her son, “All of them.”

“All.” An Jin repeated.

His eyes stopped on the row of sanitary napkins, and he frowned slightly for a few seconds, silently remembering the packaging, then looked away, and said to the phone, “Okay, I bought it and hung it up.”

An mother: “…”

After using it, throw it away, and it really is my son.

Listening to the beeps coming from the receiver, she froze for a while, and her husband beside her asked in a daze, “Why did Jin’er call so late?”

Mother An looked at him and said nothing.

Father An didn’t realize the complexity of those eyes, so he mumbled again: “This kid, when did you call us… It’s still so late? What’s going on? Is the house on fire?”

“Fuck.” The always quiet mother An rarely rolled her eyes, sighed, and said with relief, “Our daughter-in-law has settled. You said that in the middle of the night, call me to ask about menstruation… Hey, Jin I’ve been so anxious before.”

Anfu: “??? Menstruation?”

“Don’t Chu Chu live in our house,” An’s mother hit him, “What do you think of Chu Chu?”

“Yo,” An Fu finally understood, and most of his drowsiness disappeared, “Can Jin’er handle Chu Chu? What happened to the phone call just now?”

Mother An sighed, “I think Chu Chu took care of Jin’er. I haven’t heard him in such a hurry, so I almost swore to tell him that it’s all right. How could this kid be so nervous alone…”

As she spoke, she and Father An looked at each other, and the two of them were silent for a while, and then shook their heads in sigh.

Two little cuties.

One thing falls one thing.

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And the other side.

Watching the waiter packing the sanitary napkins, An Jin stood motionless next to her, her beautiful eyes under her black shattered hair condensed, showing a hint of coldness.

The waiter looked at the beautiful boy secretly, and couldn’t help but ask, “Did you buy it for my mother?”

So sensible and caring, so young, he came out alone to buy sanitary pads for his mother.

An Jin looked up at her.

The child Bai Nen’s face has no expression, but he shakes his head, his voice is immature and cold:

“To a friend.”