"Do you know where the squad leader lives? You've already visited, right?!"
"All parents have seen it."
Zhang Sheng and others looked incredulous. They knew that Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were hooking up recently, but they didn't expect it to progress so quickly. Not only did they go to the door, but they also met with their parents? This pair of freshmen students came
Said, it was simply too shocking.
After all, except for Yuan Caiyi who knew that they lived across the street, no one else in the class knew that they were actually neighbors.
Song Jiamu put the things on the table back into his backpack and followed the crowd leaving the classroom downstairs.
Today he did not go to work with Zhang Sheng and his good brothers. He rode an electric bike and left school. There was no class in the afternoon. This was the first time in the past two months that he came home so early.
Ever since I bought the eDonkey home, I always carry Yun Shuqian with me every time I go home. Today, when I was riding the car home, I always felt that my back was empty, as if something had fallen, which annoyed Song Jiamu from time to time.
I just touched my pockets to see if I had dropped my phone and keys.
Oh, it turned out that the girl he loved was missing.
For a man, being able to make money cleanly, support his family, and take good care of his beloved woman and children is something to be proud of.
This may still be a bit far away for Song Jiamu, but when he thinks that there is such a cute girl at home waiting for him to bring lunch and waiting for him to come back to talk to her, he will feel a strong sense of motivation inexplicably.
Heart.
Maturity has nothing to do with age, it is an indescribable feeling, just like when his cousin, who was a few years older than him, first entered elementary school, Song Jiamu watched her lying on the table doing arithmetic that he could not understand.
Although she was counting awkwardly with her fingers, when she wrote the number after the equal sign, her cousin's whole demeanor looked different.
The same is true for Song Jiamu now. After he has concerns and goals in his heart, he feels that all his efforts are meaningful. His appearance does not seem to have changed, but the feeling is different. Even Aunt Xu praises him.
After not seeing each other for a while, he has matured a lot.
It is true that he and Yun Shuqian have been together since childhood, but there is no such law in the world that if you stay together, you will become friends or get married. Nothing is easy to get. If you don't cherish it, it will slip away. This is the ironclad law.
law.
When Song Jiamu understood this truth, he was nineteen years old, and now he will turn twenty in three days, and the same goes for her.
Both parents went to work, and there was no one to cook at home at noon. Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu next door were not here either. Song Jiamu wanted to cook something delicious for Yun Shuqian, but he was afraid of aggravating her condition.
You might as well buy it outside.
I went to KFC and bought her a piece of chicken porridge with pickled vegetables and diced bamboo shoots, which was relatively light, and then added a non-spicy crispy chicken burger.
For himself, he can just have a spicy double-layer tender beef burger, a six-pack of finger-licking original chicken, French fries and a large glass of Coke.
From a nutritional point of view, they are actually the normal intake of carbohydrates for the human body. There is no difference in this. There are more types of fried foods. Eating too much is indeed not healthy, but it is only Song Jiamu's.
That's all, Yun Shuqian is still quite healthy.
After all, you are eating outside, and in a store like KFC, hygiene is guaranteed, which is more reassuring than many fast food restaurants, Mr. Hua said.
After finishing his meal, Song Jiamu rode his electric bike back to the community.
Then he remembered that Yun Shuqian had just asked him to help pick up a courier, so he went to the self-pickup station to pick it up for her.
It's in a box, the recipient is Yunyun, and the sender is a clothing store.
After picking up the express delivery, Song Jiamu didn't go home to put his backpack in. He went directly to Yun Shuqian's house and rang the doorbell.
There was no class today, and the girl who was resting didn't know the time, and she didn't feel hungry. She was lying on the bed, shaking her legs, and communicating with Yuan Caiyi about her condition.
You should drink more water today: "Caiyi, are you feeling better? Why didn't you come to class today?"
The little girl picking clothes: "I'm seriously ill. I'm going to die. Qianqian, please help me get a meal and bring it over."
Yuanyun also wants to drink more water today: "I'm at home, and I didn't go to class today."
The little girl picking clothes: "Hmm? Then who will bring you food at noon?"
Yunyun also wants to drink more water today: "Song Jiamu, even though I said no, he still insists on bringing me food, which is so annoying. Last night, he insisted on telling me stories to coax me to sleep, and he didn't even let me.
Have a good rest, there is no such thing as this."
Yuan Caiyi put down the phone and felt her head hurt even more, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe in her chest.
When he heard the doorbell ringing, Yun Shuqian's expression brightened. He threw away his cell phone and ran over with bare feet. He still looked as sick as yesterday.
But as she approached the door, her movements slowed down, and she opened the door listlessly, looking so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyelids.
As expected, there was Song Zhutou outside the door. She held the door with both hands, and gently dug at the doorframe with her tender fingers. Her eyes fell on his face for the first time. The temperature at noon was very hot, and he was sweating a little on his forehead, and his shoulders were still wet.
Carrying the black backpack, he carried lunch in his right hand and a courier in his left hand.
"You're here..." The girl's voice was weak.
Song Jiamu was startled. We were fine chatting this morning, but now that we haven't seen each other, why are we so weak again?
"You have a fever again?"
Song Jiamu rushed into the house, put his lunch on the entrance cabinet, stretched out his thick and warm palm and pressed it on the girl's smooth forehead.
Feeling the warmth of his palm, Yun Shuqian's whole body felt warm, and her mood was like honey. In the past, if she had a cold at home alone, she never took it seriously. She must be as strong as possible, but now she has him
Concerned, she felt as if a gentle breeze could blow her fragile body down.
"It's not hot. Have you taken your temperature?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "No."
"Don't answer so confidently, I'll measure it for you."
"No, no, no...I'm just a little sleepy."
"Is your nose still stuffy?"
"Well, this one is blocked." She pointed to her right nostril.
"Are you still sneezing and coughing?"
"Well, my throat is a little itchy."
Song Jiamu gently touched her delicate neck with three fingers, and Yun Shuqian felt even more itchy.
"It's better to get an injection in that moment. Since there are no classes in the afternoon, I'll go with you."
"I don't want injections!"
As soon as he mentioned the injection, Yun Shuqian immediately became more energetic and didn't want to talk to him anymore. He came over to get the lunch on the entrance cabinet, walked to the sofa and sat down.
"I see!"
Song Jiamu made a sound of sudden realization.
Yun Shuqian said with a guilty conscience: "What do you know? Anyway, I don't want the injection..."
"Your illness needs a kiss to heal. In that case, I will reluctantly offer my baby lips to the President."
He pouted and was about to kiss her, but Yun Shuqian giggled and hit him, pushing him away to prevent him from kissing her.
Even with his boyish lips, this man is really not ashamed at all.
"What did you buy?"
Song Jiamu tore open the gray plastic packaging of the express delivery and took out the small box inside. He could see clearly that it turned out to be a box of cute little cotton socks.
The colors are very girly, some are white, some are goose yellow, some are light blue, some are matcha, and some are light blue and purple. There are five pairs in total. There are cute patterns on the edges of the socks, which are beautifully rolled and tied up.
"I don't want anything you haven't worn," Song Jiamu said.
"...You, what are you thinking about?" Yun Shuqian picked up a bunch of socks and threw it on his head in shame.
Song Jiamu went to pick it up, but she immediately stopped him: "You have opened the express package and you are not allowed to touch it without washing your hands! The express package bag is very dirty!"
This is true. There was a news in the past about a girl who couldn't tear open the express package. She was so impatient that she used her mouth to tear it, and then she got a lot of red bumps. Therefore, every time Yun Shuqian finished unpacking the package, she had to wash her hands first.
Song Jiamu came out after washing his hands. Yun Shuqian was sitting cross-legged on the sofa and had already taken apart these pairs of cute little cotton socks.
He picked up a pair and played with them. The soft texture was very comfortable and had the smell of new socks.
"Let me try on a pair for you."
"No, where did you get the socks to try on?"
"Come on, come on."
Song Jiamu grabbed her slender ankle, which made her feel a little itchy. She shrank her legs nervously, but her legs were not as strong as his arms. She sat sideways on the sofa, and he held her legs in his arms.
middle.
Yun Shuqian was wearing shorts at home, her beautiful legs were impeccably shaped, and her skin was astonishingly smooth and tender.
Song Jiamu held her calf with his right hand, opened his left hand and compared it with her little feet.
He is tall and his hands are bigger than the average person, but in his mind, his feet are always bigger than his hands.
When she curled up her toes, her feet were almost as big as his palms. He held her heels and let her soles rest on his palms. The length from the base of the palm to the tip of her middle finger was about twenty-two inches.
Three centimeters is the size of her foot. When converted into the shoe size she usually wears, it is thirty-six.
It was such a cute pair of feet that made Song Jiamu couldn't help but wonder if there were really girls who could dance in the palms of others?
"Touch, have you touched enough?" She stared at him with wide eyes and a slightly red face. Sure enough, Song Zhutou was a pervert, and he could be entranced just by looking at his feet.
"Can you really walk with such small feet?"
"If you don't leave, why don't you carry me?"
"It's not impossible."
Song Jiamu suddenly closed his left palm that was flat on the sole of her foot and tickled the sole of her foot maliciously.
"ah……!"
So the sensitive girl reacted immediately. She giggled, and sat up suddenly as if her body was loaded with springs. Her legs were held by him and couldn't be pulled back, so she hit him with her small fist, and Song Jiamu was hit.
After a few punches, I finally let her go.
"Wear this, wear this."
Song Jiamu spent a long time choosing among the five pairs of socks scattered on the sofa, and finally chose his favorite pair of small white cotton socks.
"I won't wear it!"
"Do you want to wear it? If not, I will help you wear it."
"You threaten me!"
"President, please just wear one." Song Jiamu clasped his hands together as if begging him.
"snort."
Only then did Yun Shuqian pick up a small white cotton sock. She sat on the sofa, bent her left leg, and put her little feet into a pair of soft white socks. The socks were outlined with cherry-pink lines.
It touches the edge, and the length just reaches the ankle, making the girl's skin more warm and white.
She only wore her left foot and left her right foot bare, feeling that she couldn't satisfy him too much.
Unexpectedly, one foot was worn and the other was not, which made Song Jiamu seem more excited.
Under her socks, her little feet moved, and Song Jiamu's heart trembled.
Smelling the aroma of burgers, fries and chicken nuggets, Yun Shuqian felt hungry, ignored Song Jiamu, opened the bag and prepared to eat.
"I bought you porridge and Tianyuanbao. You can have this for lunch."
Song Jiamu stood up, opened the refrigerator, and gave her another bottle of milk.
"...Okay, I want to eat the French fries and finger-licking chicken too. Why is your tender beef burger so fragrant?" Yun Shuqian also wanted to eat.
"You haven't recovered from your cold yet. These are spicy and fried. Have you forgotten about your sore throat?"
"You mean I can't eat it..."
"cannot."
"I'm over my cold!"
"You are still talking in a husky voice. Hurry up and drink your porridge. I can just eat this junk food."
Yun Shuqian remained silent, squinting her eyes and staring at him with a resentful expression. Song Jiamu felt uncomfortable being stared at by her.
"You won't be full if you watch me eat. Eat quickly, eat quickly."
"..."
Yun Shuqian had no choice but to take her own porridge and sip it with a spoon. She didn't say anything, just stared at Song Jiamu who was enjoying his meal.
Song Jiamu also admired her. What kind of spirit is a person who can persist in eating food that he doesn't like and insist on showing his dissatisfaction and resentment at all times?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After eating for a while, Song Jiamu felt that the thumb-sucking chicken was no longer tasty, so he had to twist a piece and put it to her mouth.
"You can only eat one piece. If you eat too much, you'll get angry."
"Uh-huh!"
It was like a drop of detergent dropped into the oil soup. Visible to the naked eye, the girl's expression immediately became cheerful.
It's better to feed her first, so that she won't be greedy when she's full.
"Let me feed you."
"No, I have a cold, not a paraplegic."
"You want it, it's my honor to serve Miss Yun."
The two sat side by side on the sofa together. Song Jiamu fed her two mouthfuls of porridge. Feeling that this position was uncomfortable, he made her sit sideways with her legs on his lap, feeding her porridge like this.
It's much easier now.
"Hoo~ho~" Song Jiamu blew the porridge on his spoon.
"Blow gently, your saliva will be all over it!"
"Isn't it disgusting? There are antibodies in my saliva. Eat more and you'll get better quickly. Ah - open your mouth."
Song Jiamu handed the spoon to her mouth, and she opened her small mouth and took it in with a slurp. The handle of the spoon felt a wonderful touch. When she took it out again, the porridge on it had been completely eaten.
The feeding process was quite addictive. The girl held up the soft sofa with both hands and put her legs on his lap. One foot without socks and the other with white socks were dangling happily.
"Song Jiamu, this porridge is so bland, can you add some soy sauce?"
"It's originally light, don't be picky, eat it quickly... I mean it will help you recover from the cold."
The two enjoyed the feeding process and did not pay much attention to the movement outside the door. The door lock turned and the door suddenly opened.
With the spoon still in her mouth, Song Jiamu suddenly raised his head and looked towards the door, and Yun Shuqian also suddenly turned around to look.
Before the porridge could be swallowed, the words ‘Mom?!’ came out of my mouth first.
Xu Ying was also stunned, her hand still holding the door handle, she blinked.
Like two sneaking mice being caught by a cat, the two people on the sofa hurriedly separated.
Yun Shuqian felt like she had a fever again, so much that her pretty face was on fire...
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