He finally found a reasonable excuse and came to her house without closing her door, so he was only one step away from the truth!
Well, Song Jiamu wasn't too excited. After all, after observing these days, he was completely convinced that Yun Shuqian was a stay-at-home guy. The only thing missing was the final confirmation.
But I'm still a little nervous at the moment. What if I don't see the white bedside carpet next to her bed when I enter her room?
Even he didn't realize it. He didn't know when he started. He even hoped that Yun Shuqian would just stay at home. This meant that the two of them had never changed. Even in the vast sea of people, they could still be together because of their tacit understanding and experience of knowing each other for many years.
, becoming good friends with each other in another identity is a kind of destined fate and destiny!
Song Jiamu came back to his senses and was startled by his own thoughts. Everything he had done with her had been attributed to coincidence. Why did he start to believe in fate now?
"I don't have Coke at home for you to drink, but I do have milk."
Yun Shuqian took out a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, took a glass, and poured him a glass.
"I like drinking milk."
Song Jiamu drank half of the cup and held the cup in front of her. Yun Shu gave him a brief look and filled it up again.
"Meow."
"Do you want to drink it every year?"
"Meow?"
Yun Shuqian cupped her palm, poured a little milk into it, squatted down and handed it to the cat.
Nian Nian licked it, and his slightly rough tongue teased the girl's palm, tickling her, which made her happy.
She put the milk back in the refrigerator and said, "I still want to code, so don't disturb me, or I'll beat you up."
"Isn't it stuffing socks?"
"After I beat you, I'll tie you up and stuff you with socks!"
Yun Shuqian waved his fist with a terrifying look on his face, and Song Jiamu was indeed frightened.
In fact, he never understood why the kidnapped people in the TV series didn't spit out the rags in their mouths.
Of course, it may also be due to the oral structure. He remembered that in elementary school, a classmate put a light bulb in his mouth, but couldn't take it out, so he was sent to the hospital. After he came back, the classmate didn't give up and tried again.
Once again, even the surgeon was speechless in the end.
Humans, like cats, are actually curious creatures.
Song Jiamu held the computer and walked towards her room with a natural look...
"Where are you going?"
Yun Shuqian grabbed him immediately.
"Since you are typing in the living room, I will go to your room so I won't disturb you."
"Thank you for telling me, it's a girl's room!"
"Do girls also throw underwear casually on the bed?"
“Please be careful to behave like a gentleman in your daily words and deeds.”
"All right."
Song Jiamu walked to her desk and put down the computer.
He was about to take a peek at her screen. As long as he could see the content of her code, the answer would be certain!
Snapped--
Yun Shuqian moved very quickly and closed the computer directly.
"You want to take a peek at my book?"
"...I'm very curious! Mr. President, please let me read your masterpiece!"
"Article 2 of the Society's Rules, in..."
"You are not allowed to inquire about other people's works without the other party taking the initiative to inform you of the works."
"It seems that you memorize it quite well."
Yun Shuqian sat down and pointed to the dining table opposite her table: "Go over there and write."
"I want to be with you."
"My table is too small to fit a fat man like you."
"Standard size is okay!"
"Oh, go away now..."
Yun Shuqian pushed this shameless guy away.
Song Jiamu had no choice but to sit down at the dining table, choose the direction facing her, and turn on his computer.
It seems that there is no chance for now, but he doesn't dare to be too obvious, otherwise she will notice something.
It's still early now, it's only one o'clock in the afternoon, let's finish the activity plan first.
There was a distance of two or three meters between the two of them. Yun Shuqian was busy writing words and did not chat with him. They were so familiar with him and did not treat him as an outsider. There was no need to greet him.
Nian Nian jumped onto her desk, where she could bask in the sun on her left hand side. The little cat lay down, basked in the sun, and watched her code.
It would be great if the kitten could talk. Song Jiamu could give it dried fish and let it tell him what it saw on the screen.
Yun Shuqian was quite happy to have the cat accompanying her while coding. Her legs were stretched out and folded together under the table, and her feet were placed on the slippers. Occasionally, she would write some ambiguous plots, and the corners of her mouth would snicker.
Normal curvature, teeth gently biting lips, and feet swaying happily.
Song Jiamu would occasionally peek at her. The small folding square table could not block the girl's lower body. You could see the soles of her feet were pink and tender, and her toes were round and cute. The most interesting thing was her expression.
, she was very involved in writing, and she didn’t know what kind of erotic plot she was writing, but she looked like she was enjoying it.
Everyone, are there any authors who write suspense, murder, detectives, and ancient tombs? Do you also have this kind of expression when you are typing?
As time goes by, the angle of the curtain shadow is constantly changing.
"Want to have afternoon tea?" Song Jiamu asked, "I can cook instant noodles for you."
"No, it's not healthy." The girl coded.
"Then remember, strawberry pie and Chicken McNuggets, plus two cups of Coke?" Song Jiamu took out his cell phone.
"Um...ok."
Song Jiamu placed an order. It makes sense to eat some junk food on weekends and so on. The same is true for adults' stress-releasing behaviors, such as staying up late, smoking, drinking, eating barbecue, eating fried chicken, etc.
Soon, the takeout was delivered to the door, and Song Jiamu answered the phone and opened the door.
The delivery boy carrying the meal was still facing the door of his house, but he didn't expect Song Jiamu to emerge from the opposite door.
"It's Mr. Song Yanzu, right? The family number is wrong..."
"Yes, it's mine."
When Song Jiamu came back from taking his meal, Yun Shuqian also finished coding and stretched out comfortably.
After closing the computer and sitting at the dining table with him, Song Jiamu opened the food box.
“There are six McNuggets!”
"We meet the Chicken McNugget Man!"
The two of them got excited and ordered so many times. Each time it was the standard five yuan, but this time it was an unprecedented two extra yuan, which was just enough to share.
Yun Shuqian picked up the Coke and took a sip. Fine bubbles bloomed on the tip of her tongue. She felt happy this weekend.
While eating and reading the activity plan written by Song Jiamu, her mobile phone screen lit up and it was a video call from her mother.
"I want to say hello to auntie."
"Shh, shh! Don't make a sound!"
The two of them were obviously doing serious things at home, but when her mother made the video call, Yun Shuqian felt inexplicably guilty.
Afraid that Song Jiamu would suddenly cause trouble, she took her mobile phone and went out to the balcony to take the video.
Song Jiamu was also speechless, as if he was having an affair, so he got up and went to the bathroom.
The bathroom was on the right side of her room, just in the same direction from the living room, and there was a wall at the corner, so Yun Shuqian outside the balcony couldn't see him.
Praise aunt! The opportunity has come!
Song Jiamu pretended to untie the belt of his trousers while walking, avoiding her eyes.
When he reached the bathroom door, he did not go in, but closed the bathroom door and made a closing sound.
Then he took two quick steps and came to the door of her room, which was ajar.
A room full of girlish flavor, her desk, her wardrobe, her dressing table, her bed, her soft pink blue quilt, which she placed next to her pillow, which he gave to her when she was ten years old, symbolizing their lifelong friendship.
Sleep with the little bear...
She actually still keeps this Rilakkuma!
This was something Song Jiamu didn't expect. This gift was almost ten years old. It seemed that it was not found impromptuly in a corner, but had been kept beside his pillow.
Of course, Song Jiamu did not forget the main goal this time.
The white wool bedside rug, which served as a decoration and would not freeze your feet even if you stepped on it in the middle of the night, appeared in front of him.