The Boyfriend Return Policy

He had heard too much about Yu Liting, so when he saw the real person with his own eyes, he couldn't help but take a few extra glances. That day Yu Liting was wearing a gray-blue shirt, and he buttoned the second button rigorously.

Just like what Dr. Luo said, young and handsome, but not too sharp, gentle like the male number two in TV dramas, even if you put a cuckold on him, he can touch your head and laugh The kind that say it doesn't matter.

The young man advanced and retreated gracefully, and helped Dr. Luo, who was pretending to be drunk, into the car. Xu Du remembered that Yu Liting smiled at him at the end, it was a very gentle smile, a habitual response.

Xu Du is not the same as him. He has never had a strict father in his life. Thanks to Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Xu for not having excessive expectations of him since he was a child, it is enough for him to be healthy and peaceful all his life.

It is unclear whether he should thank his parents for their generosity, or whether it is the generosity of his parents that made him what he is now.

Xu Du didn't think about it too much, but after reading the manga, he couldn't fall asleep, and he didn't want to touch the business, Xu Du vaguely felt that he didn't seem to have anything that he could look forward to.

Every day, every day...

Not emptiness, just the drive to not look forward to tomorrow.

Xu Du was lying on the bed, the table lamp was on the darkest frame, he could vaguely see the posters on the wall, and the black dolphin decorated with lanterns on the ceiling, Xu Du watched its tail let itself go.

With his arm pillowed behind his head, Xu Du blinked slightly.

The phone next to the pillow rang suddenly. Xu Du was stunned for a moment before touching the phone. When he saw an unfamiliar call, Xu Du hesitated for a moment, but still answered, "Hello."

"Xu Du."

Hearing this, Xu Du asked doubtfully, "You are?"

The other party smiled: "You really don't even have my number."

Xu Du didn't know what to say. He really didn't recognize whose voice it was. Except for Xiao He and his mother, there were very few girls who called him. Fortunately, the other party didn't let him guess, and directly reported his name: "I am Sun Zihui."

"Ah..." Xu Du held his forehead with one hand, and slowly sat up from the bed, "I'm sorry."

Sun Zihui: "It's nothing, I haven't contacted you in the first place."

Xu Du rubbed his nose, and didn't know what to say, it was all Cao Xi, who had talked so much nonsense in his ears before, and he really didn't know what Sun Zihui meant for him, which made her go so embarrassingly that time.

Wannian is a single dog, and really has no experience in dealing with this situation: "That...Happy New Year."

Sun Zihui: "Happy New Year, Xu Du."

Then...then Xu Du didn't know what to say: "You... What are you looking for me for?"

It seems...it seems even more embarrassing, especially since Sun Zihui didn't speak again after his words, and Xu Du couldn't hang up the phone first, the time just passed by like this, Xu Du leaned on the bed, Qu Rubbing her knees, rubbing her palms against her kneecaps, after a long time, Sun Zihui finally said, "Xu Du, I like you for a long time."

Xu Du opened his mouth. Rejection and breaking up are the worst words to say. Xu Du has never practiced that kind of language art, so he could only say, "I'm sorry, you know."

Sun Zihui seemed to smile: "Well, I know, you are already married."

Xu Du and Zhou Jixing's affairs are overwhelming, and you can easily find them on Weibo. Her script has changed from "weight loss counterattack, years of secret love, and finally a real fruit" to "a sad clown".

Xu Du: "I'm not very good at talking, maybe what I say next will hurt you a second time, but I really don't remember much about high school, and besides, I'm 30 years old, and I'm sure I'm not the same as before. no the same……"

"It's the same!" Sun Zihui interrupted loudly.

Xu Du pursed his lips and remained silent.

Sun Zihui hurriedly asked: "Xu Du, since I have loved you for so many years, tell me, is it true that you and Zhou are friends?"

Xu Du: "I..."

Sun Zihui: "You said it yourself, you are just assigned objects, you don't have any feelings, and you haven't even seen each other before! You...you are not true to him, right...you like women, right? , Xu Du..."

Sun Zihui's voice was so weak, she was almost begging Xu Du to give her hope: "I... Xu Du, I can accept not getting married, I know you can't divorce, I don't have to care about him, as long as I can be with you Together."

No need, really not, maybe she used to have low self-esteem because of being fat, but now she, with exquisite makeup, can wear the dress she likes without thinking, and even if she drinks coffee, she will be approached by a handsome man, no It is necessary to continue to be humble because of a phantom of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Xu Du is just an old salted fish.

Xu Du exhaled slowly, leaned down, slowly encircled his knees, buried his cheeks in his arms, and absorbed his own warmth.

In the few days when Tao Zheng just popped out, Xu Du always inadvertently thought of the man who committed suicide in front of him. That night, he also maintained this posture, telling Zhou Jixing on the phone what he suddenly remembered. .

On that day, the city's fireworks were in full bloom, brilliant in the night sky.

In the blink of an eye, he and Zhou Jixing had reached this point.

"No." Xu Du closed his eyes, his heartbeat did not speed up, he was unusually calm, and calmly told Sun Zihui, "I like him."

It seems that it is not so difficult to say.

The moment he said it, Xu Du felt at ease physically and mentally.

Sun Zihui was silent... The phone call ended, Xu Du looked at the hung up phone, and it was useless to add a word of sorry.

Xu Du lay back on the bed, relaxed into a big font, closed his eyes, and smiled, laughing here alone, he looked a bit stupid.

"Xiaodu." Teacher Zhuang knocked on the door, then opened the door and came in, "Are you asleep?"

Xu Du turned over from the bed again, fumbled to turn on the headlights, Mr. Zhuang came up with a plate of cut fruits, put the fruit plate on the bedside table casually, touched Xu Du's face, and smiled: "You Ah, it’s still the same, when I drink alcohol, it gets on my face, and I don’t know who it is inherited from.”

Xu Du couldn't make the intimate movement of actively rubbing his mother's palm, so he just let Mr. Zhuang pinch and touch, and Mr. Zhuang rubbed the corners of his eyes with his fingertips: "Every time I see you, you're so big, it's really amazing. It feels different."

Xu Du leaned back, pinched a piece of cantaloupe, and brought it to his mouth to chew: "How does it feel?"

Teacher Zhuang: "If you give birth to one yourself and raise it from a big one to such a big one, you will know."

This topic is obviously not suitable for comrades like Xu Du and Zhou Jixing who have no reproductive function.