Chapter 78: Han Senyu

The girl's eyes widened in astonishment, how could she have thought that she would be rejected so directly.

Since she mustered up the courage to speak, she naturally felt that she had some capital.

However, at this moment, the girl looked at the boy's unwavering face, and suddenly her cheeks burned, she bit her lower lip in shame, and suddenly turned her head and ran.

The back is embarrassed and eager.

Han Yue withdrew his eyes lightly.

In my head, I uncontrollably remembered the back of running away like this after saying goodbye to him just now.

He thought for two seconds, and then, the ghost took out his mobile phone.

With slender and white fingertips, he slowly clicked out a string of numbers, pursed his lips, and clicked the dial-through key.

With a few beeps, the call was quickly picked up.

Han Yue's heart moved, and he put the phone to his ear.

"Hey, hello"

The clear voice sounded in his ears, Han Yue lowered his head, did not speak, took a deep breath of the unextinguished cigarette between his fingers, and quietly listened to her say a few more hellos.

Seeing that no one was speaking, the girl on the other end of the phone became a little confused, "Hey? Feed? Can you hear me?"

Han Yue listened, silently exhaling the smoke between his lips.

Still silent.

Gu Zhixia had already arrived at the Internet café and was doing her homework, but a call came in on her mobile phone, she stared at the workbook, and picked it up directly without looking at it.

However, who knew that after the phone was connected, no one spoke.

She looked down at the screen.

It's an unfamiliar number.

She frowned, put the phone to her ear, and patiently asked again, "Hey?" Are you listening?"

As she finished, she seemed to hear a long pant from the phone.

It was low, and it made her ears itch a little inexplicably.

This is... Harassing phone calls?

Gu Zhixia's eyes returned to the topic, the black pen listed an equation on the scratch paper, and threatened the mobile phone: "If you don't speak, I'll hang up!" ”

Who knows, as soon as she finished saying this, a "beep" sounded in her ears.

The phone was actually hung up by that person first!

Exercise!

Gu Zhixia lowered his head and looked at the number again, looking inexplicable.

What the hell!

……

Han Yue glanced at the phone that was pinched off by himself, as if he could think of the girl's depressed expression now.

The corners of his lips curled up with a wicked twist, and he straightened up, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to extinguish the cigarette in the groove in the trash can.

Just as he was about to turn to leave, a horn sounded behind him.

Followed by a familiar lazy voice, "Hey boy, what are you hanging around here, get in the car"

Han Yue turned his head to look over.

I saw that on the window of the black Bentley, half of the man's body was about to stick out.

The elbow rested on the side of the car window, and the hair was obviously carefully groomed, lining the already three-dimensional and deep facial features, which was even more handsome and moving.

He tilted his head and looked at Han Yue casually, his expression revealing a bit of idleness and casualness.

Han Yue glanced at him lightly, walked over, directly opened the backseat door, and sat in unceremoniously.

"Hey, what's the matter with you stinky boy, using your uncle as a driver?"

Han Senyu turned his head, not having a good airway.

But Han Yue ignored him at all, leaned back, and the two long legs parted casually, squinting his eyes.

It's like an uncle.

Han Senyu didn't look angry, he only snorted and said, "It's still dragged on, let me roll to the front and sit."

Han Yue's eyes didn't open, but his dark brows wrinkled slightly, I don't know if he was dissatisfied with his tone, or he didn't bother to deal with him.

And immediately after, I heard this person and urged: "Come to the front quickly, uncle finally saw you once, how can you talk to you when you sit in the back?"

The lazy tone is a bit cynical.

Han Yue lifted his lips angrily and said in disgust: "Who wants to talk to you and drive your car." ”