The Strategy of Courting The Straight Boss

Gu's mother turned blue and white.

Endure for a long time, still lower the head, murmured in a low voice.

"My son is so excellent, what else do you want? Even if it's in love, isn't it bad? What's more, my son is fighting for the number of escorts. He can do whatever he wants. What's the matter with you old man? "

"Shame, shame, shame I only know my face all day Because you don't want to communicate with your son so much... "

Gu Fu did not hear clearly, frowned and looked at her: "what do you say?"

"Nothing."

Gu's mother put down her chopsticks and looked at the rice in front of her, intending to wait until Gu came back.

……

On the other side, Gu's crooked lip has not been put down.

After returning home, he sent a message to Xin Nandong, asking him if he had eaten, but he didn't get any reply until he just sent the message.

In a hurry to the door, across the iron gate, he saw the familiar figure.

The bodyguard at the door opened the door and Gu went out.

"Deskmate --"

seeing Tian Jiafang standing behind Xin Nandong, he said with a smile, "Hello, auntie."

Xin Nandong is a little nervous.

"Did I disturb you when I asked you to come out at this time?"

"No," Gu Xibei shook his head. "My father and my mother are at home. You --"

originally, you wanted to invite Xin Nandong and Tian Jiafang to come in and sit down. Thinking of their father who looked ugly on the table, he swallowed his words back.

At this time, Xin Nandong opened his schoolbag behind him and took out a heat preservation box.

At sunset, his dark eyes were very clear in the gradually dim sky.

"Deskmate, this is our own wonton. I think it tastes good, so I want to bring it to you. We also plan to go to the food plaza tomorrow morning and set up a snack stand to sell wonton

Gu northwest took the incubator from his hand.

The thermos box is the most common one. It's green outside, and you can feel the temperature in your hand. The lid was tight, but there was a faint fragrance floating out of it. In the cool night, bring warm taste.

"Self made Wonton? " Gu northwest murmured.

He has received many expensive gifts. But none of them is as special as the incubator in your hand.

This is not only a wonton, but also a valuable thought.

Gu Xibei chuckled, and his eyes seemed to float with broken light.

He said in a hoarse voice, "tomorrow, can I help you?"

Xin Nandong smiles.

"No, we have to prepare something. Let's go first."

It is not until Xin Nandong and Tian Jiafang's back are gone that Gu Xibei takes back his eyes.

He looked at the green incubator in his hand, and his lips were hooked. He fell between the eyebrows and eyes of the twilight, and dyed a little gentle color.

At the same time, there was an electronic sound somewhere.

[Ding, the popularity of Gu Xibei has increased by 10 points, and now it is 60 points. 】

when Gu Xibei returned to the restaurant and put the incubator on the table, he still had a few smiles on his lips.

"My deskmate just came here and sent some wonton wrapped by himself."

As Gu's mother was about to speak, Gu's father spoke coldly.

"Is that your penultimate classmate? I really don't understand, with your grades, why do you want to share the table with poor students? Also, why didn't you choose the best class at the beginning, and why did you have to go to the present class? "