At eight o'clock the next night, Song Jiamu came to Yun Shuqian's house to help Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu move their luggage while they were about to go on a business trip abroad.
Including the time of isolation, it has been a month since Yun Lin and Xu Ying returned to China. Unfortunately, they have not finished their overseas work, so they still have to go back to work. This time they came back mainly to celebrate their daughter's birthday.
Working hard is also to create a better life for their daughter. Although she is not with her, the old Song family is helping to take care of her, so the couple can rest assured. Before going out this time, they specially invited the old Song family to have a meal together.
meal.
"Auntie, how about I drive you to the airport."
"It's okay. It took a long time to come back and forth. It's already eight o'clock in the evening. The car we ordered has already arrived and is outside the community."
"Will it take a long time for uncle and aunt to go abroad this time?"
"Well, it depends on the situation. It will probably take a few months. If the epidemic can be stabilized, Jiamu and Qianqian can go abroad together during the summer vacation. The scenery there is quite good. Going out more will also gain a lot of experience.
.”
"I haven't been abroad yet, but after the exam is over at the end of June, we should have a holiday."
"Then you should review carefully during this period. Jiamu can come to Qianqian to review together. She is bored at home alone. The two of them study together. If you have any questions, you can ask each other."
"All right."
Song Jiamu and Uncle Yun were pulling two heavy suitcases respectively. Xu Ying was wearing the elegant dress she had worn when she came back, clicking on her high heels. Yun Shuqian also came down with her, and her mother was talking to Song Jiamu.
At that time, she seemed to be invisible. She was standing next to Song Jiamu, but it felt like she didn't exist.
Last night, my mother chatted with her for a while, but she didn't go into details. She just asked her to try to get along with Song Jiamu. This made the reserved girl feel embarrassed. After all, she has grown up so old.
This was the first time my mother talked to her about falling in love.
The only thing that was relatively similar to my feelings at that time was the conversation my mother had with her when she came to visit her aunt many years ago. That was a stage of physical growth, but this time it was a stage of psychological growth.
Her parents really no longer treat her as a child. Topics such as love and marriage that she thought were far away in the past have actually appeared in her conversations with her parents.
Yun Shuqian didn't dare to tell her mother that she was already in love with Song Jiamu, holding hands and so on, which were ordinary things like eating and drinking. After all, her parents were going back to work abroad again.
Let them go in peace, so as not to have their jaws dropped again.
In short, since her mother asked her to try to be with Song Jiamu, the girl's hanging heart was finally relieved, like a horse whose reins were loosened, her hot blood
The thought kept coming to my mind, and I just wanted to run wildly on the prairie.
"Is this guy with big bags going out again?" Uncle Liu, the doorman who was enjoying the cool weather, also said hello.
"Yes, Uncle Liu, I have to ask you to help take care of Qian Qian again."
Yunlin smiled and placed the bag of fruit on the table next to Uncle Liu.
"Hey, there's no point in doing this. This boy from the Song family is watching..."
Uncle Liu quickly brought the fruit fort back to Yun Shuqian. Yun Shuqian said that there were many more at home and asked Grandpa Liu to eat them by himself.
When I walked to the gate of the community, a car also parked here.
Song Jiamu went over to help open the trunk, and together with Yun Lin, he put the two suitcases in and organized the things.
Xu Ying held Yun Shuqian's little hand and whispered. As an old mother, she kept telling her the same advice that she had repeated a thousand times, such as drinking more water, staying out of the sun when the weather was hot, and what to eat in the refrigerator.
Let’s cook and eat first. Take care of yourself. Don’t go out alone at night. Remember to bring an umbrella in your bag. Remember to wear a mask in crowded places. Find a time to call mom every day. If mom is not around, if something happens
You can ask Jiamu or your Uncle Song for help. Be careful when going out to play...
It seems that my mother still treats her as a child, but this kind of nagging her as a child means that there is no one else in the world except my mother.
Yun Shuqian's nose suddenly felt a little sour. Her parents had doted on her for twenty years, and sometimes she thought about never getting married in this life, and just staying with them as their precious daughter.
Of course, it wouldn't matter if she married into the house next door. Anyway, it was close to her parents' house, and her uncle and aunt were nice to her. Although Song Zhutou was a nuisance and a pervert, she could barely accept it.
Xu Ying's voice became softer. She leaned close to her daughter's ear, looked at Song Jiamu who was helping to put the luggage over there, and said in a low voice: "Jiamu is really good, you, please take the initiative and don't be petty.
, my precious daughter is no worse than anyone else, no matter what, mom supports you, you know."
Yun Shuqian, who had just felt her nose was a little sour just now, suddenly felt that her nose was clear. A blush slowly climbed onto her pretty face. She lowered her voice and said in a long and angry tone: "Mom...!"
"Okay, okay, Mom won't say anything anymore, just do your best."
Xu Ying stepped in place twice to drive away the mosquitoes outdoors. Seeing Yun Shuqian looking at her high heels, she also smiled and said, "When I come back next time, mom will take you to buy a pair of nice high heels."
"I, I don't like it. It must be uncomfortable to wear."
Yun Shuqian once secretly wore her mother's high-heeled shoes. Both mother and daughter have similar shoe sizes. Compared with flat shoes, high-heeled shoes are really uncomfortable to wear. She doesn't like them, but they are really good-looking, and Song Jiamu will probably like them very much.
"Try it. You have to try everything. How will you know if you don't try it?"
Xu Ying smiled, her tone seemed to indicate something, she looked at her daughter and then at Song Jiamu.
Dear Mom! We are already trying! If we try any deeper, something big will happen!!
Well, the luggage was put away and the trunk door was closed. Song Jiamu clapped his hands and walked over.
Although wearing high heels, Song Jiamu is still much taller than Xu Ying.
Xu Ying looked up at him, then took out a tissue from her bag and gave it to Song Jiamu.
"Jiamu, wipe your sweat. It's hard for you to move this place again."
"It's okay, auntie. I'm sweating in the hot weather, but I don't feel tired at all."
Song Jiamu smiled and took the tissue to wipe his sweat.
"I heard from Qianqian that the book you wrote will be on the shelves tonight, right?"
"Hmm, zero o'clock is about to be put on the shelves."
"Then you go upstairs and get busy. We're going to set off. Jiamu, Auntie has to trouble you to take care of Qianqian again."
When her mother said this, Yun Shuqian turned away, rolled her eyes, and played with a small stone, as if she didn't need anyone else to take care of her.
"Don't worry, Auntie, I will definitely take good care of her. If anything happens, I'll tell you as soon as possible."
Song Jiamu patted his chest and confirmed.
Xu Ying smiled broadly: "You can rest assured with your words, Jiamu. Qianqian usually has a bit of a temper, so you don't have to spoil her. She talks duplicity, but in fact..."
"Mom - dad and the driver are waiting for you!" Yun Shuqian finally couldn't help but turned around and interrupted her mother.
If my mother continues talking, this guy Song Jiamu will use chicken feathers as arrows!
"Okay, okay, let's go."
When they were leaving, Xu Ying realized that she had talked so much and had been nagging for a long time.
She walked to the car, got in, rolled down the window, and waved to the two young people standing beside her.
"Go upstairs, there are a lot of mosquitoes outside."
"Yeah, dad, mom, bye~"
"Uncle and aunt, I wish you good luck in your work!"
"well."
Yun Lin and Xu Ying smiled, started the car, left the community, turned a corner and disappeared from sight.
The city is gorgeous at night, and the neon lights are reflected on the faces of Yun Lin and Xu Ying in the back seat. As the street scene gradually changes from familiar to unfamiliar, the two of them feel as if their hearts are at home.
When I came back this time, I found that my daughter and the boy next door seemed to have an eye-catching relationship. What will happen when I come back next time?
Xu Ying tilted her head and looked out the window, with a smile on her lips and her thoughts drifting away.
…
It wasn't until the car disappeared from sight that Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian withdrew their gaze.
The two of them turned their heads in tacit agreement and looked into each other's eyes.
"Yun Shuqian, what was your mother talking to you just now? She's been talking for so long." Song Jiamu asked curiously, squatting down with quick eyes and hands, and slapped to death a mosquito that had just landed on her calf skin.
"Ah, what are you doing! You hit me right after my father and mother left!"
"...it's a mosquito, I'll swat it."
Song Jiamu opened his palm aggrievedly and showed it to her. Sure enough, there was a swatted mosquito. There was no blood, which meant that the mosquito was not a dead mosquito.
He wiped off the mosquitoes with the tissue he had just wiped his sweat with, and then asked: "So what did your mother just tell you?"
"Why are you so curious? It's none of your business."
Yun Shuqian raised her beautiful calves and patted them while walking into the community. Mosquito removal was not done at the entrance of the community. There were so many mosquitoes in the summer night.
Song Jiamu quickly followed and said: "Why is it none of my business? I always feel that the chat between you and your mother is related to me. When your mother told me just now, I thought she was going to marry you to me.
, it’s like being entrusted with it for life.”
"Song Jiamu, I think you should eat mosquitoes."
"Why?"
"Song Toad, you are too whimsical. Why would my mother tell me this?"
"'Jiamu, you have to help aunt take good care of Qianqian. She usually has a bit of a temper, so you don't have to spoil her. She talks duplicity, but she actually loves you to death.'" Song Jiamu repeated, pinching her throat angrily.
What Aunt Xu just said to him.
"...You want to die! There are obviously no last few words!"
"Didn't you interrupt me? If you hadn't interrupted, I guess my aunt would have said this. 'She loves you so much.'"
"Shameless, go to hell!"
Yun Shuqian was embarrassed and annoyed. She was already embarrassed when her mother told her about the things that were available and not available, but Song Jiamu came to tease her.
She waved her little hand, stopped swatting mosquitoes, and patted Song Jiamu's body.
"She loves you so much——!"
Song Jiamu repeated what he had just said and ran into the community with his head in his arms. Yun Shuqian chased him and spanked him.
Uncle Liu had just peeled a snow pear and was about to eat it. He looked at the two people running in one after another.
Why did the fight start again?
He took a bite of the pear, which was crisp and sweet. Unfortunately, he was old and his teeth were not in good condition.
…
At eleven o'clock in the evening, Song Jiamu finished typing, hugged the computer and cat, and made a report to Li Yuan, who was yawning and getting ready to go to bed.
"Mom, I'm going to Yun Shuqian's house to code. I might not be back until very late tonight. You guys should turn off the lights and go to bed first."
"It's already eleven o'clock, are you still coding?"
"It won't be put on the shelves until twelve o'clock. We made an appointment to put it on the shelves together. I'm leaving."
"……be safe."
Song Jiamu closed the door, then went to the door of the next door house, took out the key that Yun Shuqian gave him, and opened the door.
It’s been a long time since I inserted a key into the keyhole of her house!
When the key slid into the keyhole, Song Jiamu's mood also surged with excitement.
Ever since Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu came back, they have to ring the doorbell every time they go to her house. Otherwise, it would be too arrogant to open the door of her house with the key given by her in front of uncle and aunt.
After opening the door, the living room was lit with lights and quiet. Song Jiamu was still a little uncomfortable and felt a little guilty.
But he quickly comforted himself, what was he guilty of? It was not him who asked Yun Shuqian to get the key, it was she who gave it to him and asked him to come over tonight.
Nian Nian also ran into the house, smelled the air, and then ran to the door of Yun Lin and Xu Ying's room to take a look.
"Meow wow wow."
It means no one can mess around.
"Don't move things around every year."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Song Jiamu walked into the house. Her door was closed, so she was probably taking a shower inside.
He tried to turn the door handle, but unfortunately it was locked like before.
Obviously the bathroom also has a lock, so what does it mean to lock both doors?
"Are you taking a shower?" Song Jiamu asked, patting the door.
"...Wait outside for a while!" As expected, her voice came from inside, and even though it was separated by two doors, her voice became very quiet.
Song Jiamu waited for another fifteen minutes.
Nian Nian is lying on the floor with his nose pressed against the crack of the door. He wants to tell Song Jiamu that Yun Shuqian has come out of the room and she hasn't put on clothes yet, but the kitten can only meow and doesn't know what to do.
tell him.
As usual, after taking a bath, Yun Shuqian wrapped herself in a bath towel and came out of the room to dry the moisture on her skin before changing into sleeping shorts and pajamas.
With her wet hair wrapped in a towel, she opened the door.
"You said you were taking a shower half an hour ago, why did it take so long?"
Seeing the door open, Song Jiamu smiled evilly and rushed inside: "I'm coming in!"
"ah."
Yun Shuqian exclaimed and hurriedly tried to close the door when she saw his rogue appearance.
But Song Jiamu moved very quickly and was at the door in an instant. No matter how hard she tried, the crack in the door could not be closed.
He rushed in. Yun Shuqian saw that something was not good, so he quickly abandoned the door and ran away. He smiled coquettishly and was about to hide under the quilt.
But his little hand was firmly grasped by him again, and she failed to run. Instead, Song Jiamu exerted his strength, and she fell into his arms.
Song Jiamu held both of her hands with one hand, and the other hand snaked around her white and tender legs. With a slight force, the pretty girl was lifted up by him.
"Disgusting! Disgusting!"
Yun Shuqian was shocked and laughed, pushing his face to prevent him from putting her lips together.
"Song Jiamu, you're done. I'm going to tell my mother that you bullied me!"
"I didn't bully you."
"You've already picked me up! Why don't you put me down quickly!"
Song Jiamu looked frightened by her warning and quickly pulled his hands back. The hanging Yun Shuqian suddenly felt a strong sense of weightlessness, which pushed her heart into her throat. She!
With a crash, he fell down and fell onto the soft bed.
I don't know if it was the quality of the bed or her body that was full of energy, as if she was lying on a trampoline. When she touched the bed, she bounced up slightly, her legs bent, and her heart skipped a beat in her throat.
The baby fell back into his stomach.
Before she could recover, Song Jiamu rushed over to her again, grabbing her with one hand and pressing her two hands above her head, while the other hand hugged her amazingly slender waist. His face quickly enlarged in her pupils.
, until the tips of their noses touch.
After this ambiguous fight, both of them breathed a little quickly, and the moist and hot air was sprayed from the tips of their noses, and the next second they were breathed in by each other again.
"Yun Shuqian, can I put my whole body on top of you?" Song Jiamu asked politely.
"No." Yun Shuqian looked into his eyes and said. Her legs had already bent up and were pressing against his stomach to prevent him from pressing down.
"But your mother just said that I don't have to spoil you."
"You, you dare?!"
Yun Shuqian's little face was already blushing, and the door was not closed. If the ambiguous posture between the two of them had been seen a few days ago, their parents would probably have a heart attack.
"Do you want to listen to me or my mother?"
"..."
Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled, and he thought without speaking.
"Do you want to listen to me or my mother?" Yun Shuqian asked again.
Because the tips of their noses were touching, when she was talking like this, their lips were in slight contact, which made Song Jiamu really want to suck her and prevent her from making any more noise.
"I listen to you because you are the president," Song Jiamu said.
"snort."
Hearing Song Jiamu's answer, Yun Shuqian was very satisfied.
She raised her chin slightly and put her lips to his, giving him a small reward.
When Song Jiamu wanted more, Yun Shuqian turned his head away again.
"Now, I order you."
"What?"
"Let go of my hand."
Song Jiamu let go of her little hand above her head.
"Hel me up."
Song Jiamu put his palm against the gap between the bed and her delicate back and slid it in. With gentle force, he lifted her up and sat down.
"Hold me and sit on the edge of the bed."
She sat in the middle of the bed, her arms stretched out in front of her.
Song Jiamu stood sensibly outside the bed, leaned his upper body over, and let her put her hands around his shoulders. He spread her legs, held her knees with his palms, and dragged her to the bed.
This posture was slightly shameful, reminding Yun Shuqian of the scene in the video.
She blushed and kicked her legs to prevent him from spreading her legs like this again. She always felt like she would be attacked.
"Now, help me blow dry my hair."
Yun Shuqian was sitting on the edge of the bed, her white and tender legs dangling comfortably. Her bare feet were resting on the wool carpet, and her ten tender lotus-like toes were moving playfully.
Because she was dragged to the bed by Song Jiamu, her shorts slid up part of the way, vaguely revealing her round buttocks and a pair of complete and slender legs. The warm, pure and delicate feeling radiated from the skin of her thighs. After the girl took a bath
The fresh and sweet fragrance filled the whole room, making Song Jiamu standing in front of him lower his head and unable to look away.
"Help me blow dry my hair!"
Seeing that Song Jiamu was still standing in a daze, Yun Shuqian raised her leg and kicked him. Then like clockwork, he skillfully took out the hair dryer from the drawer and sat behind her.
"Yun Shuqian, it will be released in half an hour. After I become the president, I will make you do all the things you did to me again."
Song Jiamu made a forbearing sound. He untied the towel that wrapped the girl's hair, and the wet black hair fell down.
"It sounds like your grades will be twice as good as mine later. Student Song Jiamu, what gives you confidence?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yun Shuqian was not afraid of him. She sat back. Song Jiamu was sitting cross-legged behind her. Her small hands were on his knees, and then
Slide back and touch his thigh.
Song Jiamu had hairy legs, but her thighs were still very smooth, and she felt comfortable touching them with her little hands.
"This can be considered what you did to me."
Song Jiamu looked at her unscrupulous little hand that was touching his thigh.
When he said this, Yun Shuqian became a little scared.
If his grades were really doubled, wouldn't he have to do the same thing to her?
She almost touched his thigh. If it were him...
"This can't be done!"
"I don't care, are you scared?"
The more Song Jiamu thought about it, the more excited he became. He wished he could run home with his computer in his arms and code all night long. Sure enough, people can't just focus on the small profits in front of them.
After Yun Shuqian changed the stroking action to a virtual pinching action, Song Jiamu didn't dare to be arrogant anymore and honestly dried her hair.
After her hair was dried, Song Jiamu put the hair dryer aside and gently massaged her scalp, shoulders, neck, and arms with both hands.
Whenever this time, Yun Shuqian would close her eyes. Inside her eyelids, her eyes were trembling slightly, her mouth was slightly open, and her tender fingers unconsciously used her nails to gently slide the skin of his knees.
It is a very comfortable and comfortable performance.
"Song Jiamu."
"Um?"
"You, spread your legs, I want to lie in your arms..."
She opened her eyes and fidgeted with his crossed legs with her hands, which was uncomfortable.
Song Jiamu spread his legs to both sides and sat forward. Yun Shuqian fell back and leaned into his arms.
After a while, she guessed something was disturbing her. She glared at Song Jiamu with a red face, got up and drove over, placed a doll in Song Jiamu's arms, and then leaned in again.
"Don't think about those things that are there or not." She said with her eyes closed.
"Can't you look at yourself in the mirror? You look so good, can you blame me?" Song Jiamu said angrily.
"boring……"
Yun Shuqian chuckled a little, feeling sweet in his heart.
She adjusted her body position to fit him better and found the most comfortable position to lie down on. This was a human-shaped sofa. The air conditioning was on in the room and it wasn't hot at all. When she leaned in his arms like this, she felt so satisfied.
.
Song Jiamu just sat behind her and hugged her, closing his legs to hold her. She leaned on his chest and closed her eyes. He put his chin on her head, and hugged her with both hands, grabbing a pair of hers.
With your little hands, gently squeeze her fingers, squeeze her palms, rub her fingers, or interlock your fingers.
Yun Shuqian was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep. In his ears, he could only hear the low sound of the air conditioner, his breathing, and his heartbeat.
He pushed her hair aside, exposing the girl's fair and slender back neck, and then he kissed her on the back of her neck.
Gently nip her skin, bit by bit, from the back of her neck, to the side of her neck, to the front of her neck, then lower her head and kiss her collarbone.
Hot and humid breath flowed across the skin, Yun Shuqian raised his chin, and used both hands to hold his hand tightly. His eyelids trembled more frequently, his legs stopped shaking, and his toes were curled up, but they still remained the same.
Reluctant to open my eyes.
Until Song Jiamu sucked her earlobe and blew air into her ear, the reserved girl couldn't bear it anymore. She trembled slightly like chaff, turned around, and weakly pushed his chest away with her hands.
Yun Shuqian blushed and glared at him, but said nothing, just turned around and ran to the bathroom.
Song Jiamu also came to her senses. Feeling as if her throat was on fire, she picked up the cup she placed on the table and drank a whole glass of water.
I don't know what she was doing inside. After a while, Yun Shuqian opened the bathroom door and came out.
The little red face was still stained with drops of water, like freshly washed tomatoes. The eyebrows were wet and the big eyes were wet. She was pouting her little mouth and trying hard to stare at him with her big eyes.
"Song Jiamu, my mother asked you to take care of me, and this is how you bully me?"
"I see you are enjoying it, so..."
"Watch your words!"
"Yun Shuqian, you are so shy, you look so cute."
"Don't interrupt."
"You're really shy!"
"I don't!"
"'She is duplicitous in her words, but she actually loves you to death.'"
"..."
Originally, Yun Shuqian had calmed down a lot after washing her face, but now he kept saying that she was shy, which made her really shy, and her little face started to get hot again.
"It's finished, it's even cuter!!"
As if he had seen some rare treasure, Song Jiamu came over and looked at the girl's red face arrogantly, and even lifted her chin with his fingers.
It wasn't until she pinched her hard on the waist that Song Jiamu could no longer be arrogant.
Sure enough, shy and anxious rabbits can also bite people. Song Jiamu had not been pinched so hard by her for a long time, and the pain made him cry for a moment.
"Ah! It's so purple! The flesh is about to fall off! Sister! Sister! Dad! Dad! Be gentle!!"
"I'll say it again! I'm not shy!!"
"I'm sorry! I'm shy!"
In the quiet night, Song Jiamu's screams came one after another.