It rained last night, and the weather that has been sweltering all week has finally become a little more comfortable.
The rain continued until morning. Song Jiamu did not go for a run today and lay comfortably in bed until seven o'clock.
Outside the room, my parents have also woken up and are preparing to pack their things and go back to their hometown.
On rainy days, the little cat didn't go out to the balcony. He lay by the fish tank and looked at the little goldfish.
The memory of fish is only seven seconds. This conclusion is inaccurate. Even the stupid little goldfish have a memory of more than seven seconds.
After getting familiar with this big-faced cat that lies outside the glass tank all day long to scare them, the little goldfish are not afraid of Nian Nian at all. Most of the time, they don't bother to pay attention to it. Occasionally, when they are in the mood, they will talk to it through the glass.
It collides.
This makes Nian Nian very angry. He pats the glass with his little paws from time to time, trying to tease the little goldfish to cross-eye with it. Maybe the cat is like its master, and the kitten has also awakened a strange physique? The little goldfish will not fight with it for a day.
Eyes, I feel uncomfortable all over my body every year.
"Qianqian went back?" Li Yuan turned around and looked at Song Jiamu's room. After opening the door, he was the only one who walked out.
"ah?"
Song Jiamu was also stunned: "She went back after blow-drying her hair last night. Could she stay in my room for the night?"
He wanted to let Yun Shuqian spend the night in his room, but Yun Shuqian refused. When she was at her house, she was as bold as Jupiter, and when she was at his house, she was timid to death.
"Then you won't go back to your hometown today?"
"I won't go back. I'll go back when I have time during the summer vacation. Mom, you asked me many times."
Song Jiamu came out to get a cup and drank some water. Most mothers all over the world are like this. They always have to repeat their nagging words many times.
"Then your dad and I will go back."
"Are you going back now?" Song Jiamu became energetic and hurriedly came over to help carry things.
"Go back early during the holidays to avoid traffic jams. It's been raining these days. If the clothes on the balcony are dry, do you remember to put them inside?"
"knew."
"If you use gas, remember to turn off the pipe gate. Don't just turn off the stove and leave it alone."
"knew."
"There are a lot of dishes in the refrigerator. If you don't know how to cook, just ask Qianqian to come and eat together. Don't just eat fried chicken and French fries every day."
"knew."
Maybe I heard the voices at the door, and the door of the next door door also opened.
Yun Shuqian was wearing shorts and holding a pair of white and tender calves together. She stood at the door and looked at them, her big eyes rolling around.
"Uncle, aunt, are you going back to your hometown..."
Seeing Yun Shuqian, Li Yuan's face immediately showed a smile.
Yun Shuqian had seen this smile before, and her mother had exactly the same smile when she saw Song Jiamu.
"Yes, Qianqian, do you want to go back and play with us?"
Before answering this question, Yun Shuqian looked at Song Jiamu first.
Seeing that he was still wearing shorts, slippers, and his hair was messy, he knew that Song Jiamu was not going back with him.
So the girl said a little shyly: "Next time, next time, I'm very busy this month."
"Well, that's okay. It's almost the end of the term, so I'd better review at home."
Li Yuan took the things Song Jiamu helped carry and said with a smile: "I was just telling Song Jiamu that there are still a lot of vegetables at home. It has been raining for the past two days, so Qianqian doesn't have to buy vegetables. She can go to her aunt's house to cook them.
If you don't come and cook the food, Song Jiamu will starve to death."
Hearing what Li Yuan said, Yun Shuqian felt happy and felt that Song Jiamu needed her to take care of her. It seemed that in her aunt's mind, she was still very capable.
"No, he can also order takeout."
"How can takeout be as good as home-cooked food? Qianqian, just cook a few meals for him and let him know what a good girl looks like."
Yun Shuqian was said to be a little shy by the old aunt, so she just nodded obediently and dug at the door with her tender fingers.
Ever since she knew that Aunt Li had guessed about her and Song Jiamu's affair, she felt more and more that Aunt Li was treating her well and would invite her to her house for dinner every day.
Yun Shuqian herself felt a little guilty. When she thought of her aunt giving Song Jiamu something like that, the reserved girl couldn't stand it.
"Then let's go. Qianqian hasn't had breakfast yet, right? There's some at home. Your Uncle Song just cooked a pot of lean meat porridge. Go over and eat it later."
"Yeah, goodbye, uncle and aunt."
Li Yuan looked at Song Jiamu again, and Song Jiamu quickly stood up straight.
"Be safe at home, you know?"
"I will remember to turn off the gas after I use it."
Li Yuan and Song Chi picked up their things and left.
Song Jiamu and Niannian stood at the door of their houses and watched their backs as they left. Yun Shuqian stood at the door of her house and watched their backs as they left.
At the corner, Li Yuan turned around, and the two young men standing at the door looking at each other invariably looked at the ceiling.
When Li Yuan and Song Chi turned into the elevator corridor and disappeared, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian turned their heads to look at each other.
The two of them looked at each other, looking like they did when they were children, confirming that 'the parents have left and it's time to take action.' They were a little excited, a little expectant, and a little impatient.
"My home or your home?" Song Jiamu asked.
"Your home!" Yun Shuqian said.
"Have everything been packed?"
"It's packed!"
"hurry up."
Yun Shuqian turned around and went back to the house. After a while, she came out carrying a bag.
The bag contained her computer, a change of clothes, a towel and toothbrush, a few books, and a mobile phone charging cable.
She turned around, closed the door to her home, and locked it, as if she was about to go away for a long time and not come back.
Then he turned around, picked up the cat on the ground with a grin, and got into Song Jiamu's home.
It was only a few steps from her home to his, but it felt like the longest trip in Yun Shuqian's life.
Song Jiamu closed the door, pressed her with her bag against the door, and leaned down to kiss her.
From the forehead to the face, to the corners of the lips, to the lips, to the chin, to the neck, to the collarbone.
Then from the collarbone to the neck, to the chin, to the corners of the lips, to the lips, to the face, to the forehead.
The two were wearing slippers and holding hands, with the toes of their shoes touching and their fingers interlocked.
The home was so quiet that I could only hear each other's breathing and the rustling of clothes.
Occasionally she would try hard to open her eyes, trying to see clearly the scene of Song Jiamu kissing her, his face, and his movements.
His face was very close, so close that she couldn't see the whole thing. She could only see his bangs, fine hair, heroic eyebrows, and tightly closed eyes.
The peripheral vision is of the sky after the rain outside the balcony, with gray rain clouds, and the brilliance of the morning sun emerging from the gaps in the clouds. Under the Tyndall effect, golden light cuts through the sky.
When Song Jiamu tried to put his hand into the hem of her clothes, Yun Shuqian couldn't help it and weakly pushed his chest away with both hands.
The wind was finally able to pass through the gap between the two of them.
Yun Shu blushed slightly, like a little loach. She dug into his armpit and finally escaped from his embrace.
Like a new guest, Yun Shuqian carried her bag and pretended to look around his house, and even walked to the guest room to have a look.
"Since you invited me to live here, where will I stay these two days? Here?"
She opened the door to the guest room. The room was much smaller than Song Jiamu's bedroom. It had no private bathroom and not many clutter. It had an empty dressing table and wardrobe and a 1.5-meter-wide bed covered with a dust cover.
"The distinguished President Yunda came to live in my house, how could I let you live in a place like this?!"
Song Jiamu pulled her to his room, pointed to the 1.8-meter-wide big bed, took her backpack off his shoulders, and threw it on it.
"President Yunda will stay here for the next two days!"
"Then where do you live?"
"I'll keep watch for you."
Song Jiamu opened the cabinet, took out another quilt and pillow and threw them on the bed. This one was covered by him. Yun Shuqian likes to cover him with the quilt he usually covers.
"You're still keeping watch for me. I think you are the most dangerous person!"
Yun Shuqian was very satisfied, opened his backpack and took out his things.
Although she comes to his house every day, there are two different feelings between coming to his house to play and staying at his house. This means that she does not have to go home for the past two days and will spend this holiday at his house.
Take the towels and toothbrushes into his bathroom and put them there, put the books on his desk, put the computer next to his computer, plug the mobile phone charger next to his charger, and put a change of clothes.
Hang it in his closet.
The close-fitting pants and clothes were too embarrassed to be thrown together with his pants, so they were still hidden in the bag.
Looking at his room, with her daily necessities, and realizing that she had moved in, Yun Shuqian felt indescribably happy and sweet.
This feeling is really amazing. Her home is obviously right next to her. She has a big house of 130 to 40 square meters and she doesn't live in it, but she comes to live with him in this small room. If my mother knows,
You must have been so scared that you ran back from abroad, right?
Inexplicably, she felt like the hostess of the room, and Yun Shuqian felt conscious of being the hostess again.
Seeing his clothes thrown randomly on the back of the chair, she complained while helping him fold the clothes. The tabletop was also in a mess - for her, she then arranged the tabletop for him according to her habit of placing items.
"Song Jiamu, how long has it been since you cleaned the table?"
"I wipe it often."
"There's so much dust, can't you see it?"
"...the places that cannot be touched will not be wiped."
Yun Shuqian was speechless. He went to wash a rag and wring it out. Then he wiped the dust from the gaps between some ornaments and debris on the desktop and bookshelf for him. He also wiped the keyboard and mouse together.
"There must be a lot of dust on the bookshelf. I can't wipe it off. You go and wipe it off." Yun Shuqian gave him the rag.
Song Jiamu took the rag and stood on the chair to wipe the dust off the bookshelf.
Yun Shuqian took the rag from him and went to the bathroom to clean it. At the same time, she used the shower head to rinse the corners of the bathroom for him. The hair stuck on the filter was also wrapped in paper towels, twisted up and thrown away.
The mirror was also wiped, and the toothpaste and toothbrush were rearranged according to her habits.
Obviously she just came here to sleep for one night, but people who didn't know better thought she was going to get married.
Watching her tinkering with his room, Song Jiamu had a feeling of married life in a trance.
"Why are you watching? Why don't you come and do housework together!"
"oh oh."
Song Jiamu hurriedly came over, stood behind her, put his arms around her, his broad and gentle palms fell softly on her flat belly, rested his chin on her shoulders, closed his eyes,
Close to her face.
Her waist is so thin, her belly is so flat, and her girlish curves are tight. It's so satisfying to hold her from behind like this.
There was a thick, scorching warmth in his palm, which penetrated through her clothes and reached her belly. The moment of solidity and satisfaction made Yun Shuqian's body feel a little weak.
Then her voice became very soft.
"Oh, what are you doing..."
"Didn't you say we would do housework together?"
"Is this just doing housework together?"
"Yes, I will hold you while you do the housework. We will do the housework together."
"roll."
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Of course, strictly speaking, Song Jiamu's room was not a mess, but Yun Shuqian felt a special sense of satisfaction when she tidied up his room like a hostess.
After coming out of his room, Yun Shuqian went to the kitchen again, opened the refrigerator to see what dishes were there, and saw rice dumpling leaves and red beans soaked in the basin, as well as cooked lean meat porridge in the pot.
She took out a bowl and filled two bowls, one of which was for Song Jiamu.
Coming out of the kitchen slurping porridge, I saw Song Jiamu peeling off his T-shirt.
He crossed his hands, grabbed the hem of the T-shirt, and lifted it up, revealing his beautiful and strong upper body. This is a figure that can make any girl covet.
If Song Jiamu had just taken off his shirt and hugged her from behind, maybe she would have allowed him to hug her for a while longer.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You, why are you taking off your clothes again!" Yun Shuqian admired his body while drinking porridge.
"Exercise, it just rained outside, so I won't run today."
"I brought you a bowl of porridge."
"Let it cool before eating. I'll practice first."
Song Jiamu spread out the yoga mat in an open space in the living room. As usual, when he was not running, he did strength training such as squats, push-ups, sit-ups, and planks.
First do a simple warm-up, raise your legs high on the spot, stretch your muscles and joints, etc. Because he is handsome and his posture is standard, he looks very pleasing to the eye.
Yun Shuqian sat on the sofa and watched him exercise curiously, feeling that when he was exercising, she was also getting exercise.
Song Jiamu also bought some sports equipment, such as dumbbells, arm strength machines, etc.
Yun Shuqian finished his porridge and came over to move his dumbbells.
It doesn’t look big, but when you put it in your hand, you immediately felt the heaviness.
"Song Jiamu, how much does this dumbbell weigh?"
"Twenty pounds, be careful not to hit your feet."
"I can't lift it!"
Yun Shuqian held back her strength. Her thin and tender arms were obviously exerting force, but no muscles were highlighted at all. It was as if all the strength had gone to her face. The dumbbells were also swinging crookedly, but they were not lifted.
stand up.
Such a heavy dumbbell was immediately obedient when it came into Song Jiamu's hands. He grabbed the dumbbell, starting from the vertical direction, centered on the elbow, and curled it upwards, one after another.
"I can lift this."
Yun Shuqian couldn't lift the dumbbell, so she picked up the black stick beside her.
"That's not for lifting."
"What is that for?"
"The arm strength machine is used for twisting. You hold the handles on both sides with both hands, and then twist it hard to make it bend."
Yun Shuqian did what Song Jiamu taught her, but the strong spring did not move at all, and the arm strength device still collapsed straight.
"It's so thick and hard, how do you make it bend?"
Yun Shuqian gave up. Her palms were already small and she couldn't hold them firmly. She was still struggling.
"Give me."
Song Jiamu stretched out his hand, and Yun Shuqian gave him the arm strength device.
Song Jiamu was seen holding the handle with both hands and bending it hard towards the middle. The thick and hard arm strength bent easily under his strength, and the spring made a creaking sound.
Yun Shuqian looked frightened: "If this thing is bounced up and hit on the head, it will definitely blossom, right?"
"It'll be fine just put the rope over your hand."
"Then let's exercise together!" Yun Shuqian said.
"Don't you like exercising?" Song Jiamu glanced at her thin arms and legs.
But Yun Shuqian ran over and threw herself on his back: "You carry me on your back, and then you exercise, and we will exercise together."
"Can it still be like this?!"
"Didn't you do the same thing when you were doing housework just now? Come on!"
Song Jiamu had no choice but to carry her on his back to exercise together. Not to mention, even he couldn't bear it when he was exercising with more than 90 kilograms of weight. After doing a set of squats with Yun Shuqian on his back, his thighs were shaking.
trembling.
Yun Shuqian found it a lot of fun. Seeing that he couldn't squat up and down, she straddled his back like a horse and asked him to do push-ups.
"Drive! Drive~!"
Song Jiamu's veins were bulging, and each push-up carried a weight of more than 90 kilograms. After doing about ten push-ups, he couldn't hold it anymore and fell down on the yoga mat.
"I can't do it anymore!"
Song Jiamu was sweating profusely and patted the floor begging for mercy.
Yun Shuqian giggled happily, feeling that she had successfully squeezed him dry.