Chapter 780: He is very cold (17)

ten minutes later.
At night, there was rain in the patter, and the beautiful teenager stood outside the convenience store. One hand took the umbrella and one hand held the mobile phone. The light of the street lamp was reflected in the hand, full of whiteness.
The convenience store is open 24 hours a day, and the waiter probe inside has looked over.
In the middle of the night, it is a beautiful boy, and it is inevitable that people will pay attention. And he looks very young, how can he come out alone in the middle of the night?
"Hello, is there any need to help?" The waiter smiled and asked. The sleepiness of the night shift was dissipated - this little guy is so beautiful, the white face is still soft and cute.
But the white-nature teenager frowned slightly, whispering something to the phone, and then raised the scorpion, and did not change the color: "Sanitary napkin, is there?"
Waiter:"……"
Mother An on the phone: "..."
The two women were silent at the same time, leaving only one beautiful teenager, and holding the mobile phone coldly and faintly, looking at the waiter without fear.
He curled up his white index finger and gently rubbed the glass counter. "Is there?"
The child's beautiful face, the expression is too cold and calm, the waiter is dizzy: "Yes, there are... you wait."
She walked out of the counter and then remembered something: "Is it daily or night, or..."
The mother at the other end of the phone heard it and reminded her son, "All must be."
"All." Ampoule repeats.
His gaze stopped on the row of sanitary napkins, staring at the eye for a few seconds, silently remembering the packaging, and then moving away from the line of sight, saying to the phone: "Okay, I bought it, hang it."
Mother An: "..."
If you use it, you will lose it and you will kiss your son.
Listening to the beep from the receiver, she stayed for a while, and the husband next to her confused and asked: "What do you call to do so late?"
Anmu looked at him and didn't speak.
An Father didn't realize the complexity of the eyes, and muttered: "This kid, when did you call us... Is it so late? What happened? Is it burning at home?"
"I have a fart." The quiet Angel has always turned a blind eye, sighed, and said with relief, "Our family daughter-in-law has fallen. You said this midnight, call me to ask about menstruation... Hey, hey. I was so anxious before."
An Father: "??? Menstruation?"
"Isn't it a place to live in our home," Annmu beat him. "What do you think?"
"Hey," Ann's father finally understood, and his sleepiness disappeared a lot. "Why can you get it right? What happened to the phone?"
Anmu sighed. "I think it's a good thing. I haven't heard him so anxious, I swear to tell him that it's okay. This kid is so nervous..."
She said, looking at the opposite of An's father, the two were silent for a while, then shook their heads with exclamation.
Two little cute things.
One thing drops one thing.
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And the other side.
Watching the waiter pack the sanitary napkin, An Zhen stood next to it, and the beautiful eyes of the black broken hair condensed, showing a trace of cold.
The waiter secretly looked at the beautiful teenager and couldn’t help but ask: "Is it for my mother?"
Really sensible, and so intimate, so small, a person came out to buy sanitary napkins for my mother.
An Zhen looked up at her.
The child’s white face has no expression, but he shakes his head, his voice is tender and cold:
"Give a friend."