Mutual doting with Xueba boyfriend

The sunshine in the spring afternoon with the breeze is the most comfortable and comfortable, with a lazy taste.

On the bus heading to the train station, a boy with cold skin looked a little irritable.On this warm and cold spring day, although he only wore a white long t-shirt and a black thin coat, there were still a few beads of sweat on his forehead, shining like pearls under the sunshine .

The boy casually wiped off the sweat from his forehead. No. 11 times he looked out of the window, watching the long dragon of ants crawling in front of him finally speeding up.I was slightly relieved, and then I saw him take out his mobile phone from his pocket and look at it, his slender eyebrows were slightly frowned.

The boy's name is Gu Qingran. Last night, he was entrusted by his neighbor, Grandpa Fu, Fu Guoqiang, to pick up his grandson, Fu Chen, at the train station.

Under normal circumstances, his time would have been half an hour, but the world is unpredictable. He didn't expect that the road was being built near the train station, so he was stuck in a traffic jam for 40 minutes, but now he was 10 minutes late.

He found out the phone number given by Grandpa Fu and dialed it. As soon as the phone was dialed, the master hung up ruthlessly and decisively.

Gu Qingran froze for a moment, glanced at the phone, dialed it again, and was ruthlessly hung up again!

He frowned lightly, his eyes were distant, his expression dull, and he was about to dial it. At this moment, the bus announcement sounded very kindly: Tongzilin Station has arrived, passengers please take your valuables and get off one by one!

Tong Zilin was only one stop away from the train station, just turn a street away, Gu Qingran resolutely got off the train, and when he ran to the pick-up gate, there was no one there, not a single ghost.

He bent down slightly, panting lightly with his hands on his knees, and the breeze blew the fine and soft black hair on his forehead, brushing away some of the dry heat.His skin was naturally cold and white, but under the vigorous running, there was a nice tinge of red.

After a few seconds of delay, he straightened up, took out the phone and dialed it, the phone was still hung up after the call was made, three or four times, and finally, on the fifth time, the master mercifully answered it.

Gu Qingran patted his face, curled the corners of his mouth, and pulled out a polite smile.

The usual Gu Qingran has a dull look.There won't be that kind of coldness that keeps people away thousands of miles away on the face, but there won't be that kind of warmth that makes people want to get close.

He always has a way to keep himself neither too cold nor too kind, and all the people who interact with him keep a certain distance from him.Even the smile is polite, with a touch of alienation.

It is rare for everyone to see great sorrow and joy, great anger and great mourning on his face.

Gu Qingran smiled slightly, spoke Mandarin with a perfect accent, and said very politely: "Hello, is this Fu Chen? I am—"

The expressionless voice of the owner of the phone came over, interrupting Gu Qingran's gentle and polite words: "No credit card!"

It's no wonder that the owner of the call calls Gu Qingran as a sales call. When Gu Qingran speaks with a smile, he utters words clearly, with a correct accent, and his tone has the unique clarity of a teenager, and at the same time, his voice is mellow with a bit of magnetic depression.It is even better than those full-time and nice phone sales.

Gu Qingran was taken aback, her smile froze, and she quickly explained: "I'm not a credit card dealer, I'm—"

The impatient voice of the owner of the phone interrupted Gu Qingran again: "Don't learn English!"

The smile on Gu Qingran's face was a little pale, and he sighed obviously: "I'm not from an English training class, I'm—"

The owner of the phone seemed to be at the limit of his patience, and he spoke in a very bad tone, "I won't buy a house, I won't buy stocks, I won't buy insurance, I won't buy a mobile package..."

Gu Qingran felt helpless, her voice was just like that of a telemarketer, and even her tone of voice had a drawn-out ending: "I'm not—"

"Beep beep..." A series of cold and merciless blind voices entered Gu Qingran's ears and lasted for a long time.

"I'm not a telemarketer!" Gu Qingran looked at the phone blankly, his face was in a daze, the smile on his face had long since disappeared, innocent and helpless, he actually gave people a cute feeling.

This is how many calls have been harassed! !

Gu Qingran dialed the phone again, this time he decided to finish speaking before Fu Chen no matter what.

The phone still rang for a long time before being picked up by the owner.

Gu Qingran returned to her usual indifference, and said first: "Fu Chen, I'm your grandfather—"

The voice lacked the enthusiasm just now, and it was more expressionless, it sounded a bit like cursing...

The master roared in a bad mood: "I am your grandfather! I am your uncle!"

"Beep beep..." It was that ruthless blind voice again.

Student Gu Qingran was yelled at innocently, staring at the phone that had been hung up long ago, rolled his eyes indistinctly, and his bland expression never changed significantly.

"The menopausal grandpa!" But from the protracted ending, he could still hear the slight annoyance in his heart.

But even so, Gu Qingran decided not to be as knowledgeable as him because of his good family education, after all, he was the one who was late first.

So he dialed the number again without complaint.

Well, this time the phone of the menopausal uncle is turned off!

The person must not be able to receive it, and the mission failed.

Gu Qingran hurriedly sent a text message to Grandpa Fu, explaining the whole story and pleading guilty.

Then, he came to the bus station, and thanks to the railway station's road repair, the platform was already crowded with people carrying big and small bags and dragging them to salute.