Chapter 92 Do you want to eat my little crucian carp?
After Song Jiamu appeared, all Yun Shuqian's plans were disrupted.
Instead of taking the bus home, or even riding an electric bike home, the route was not towards home. Song Jiamu took her on his car, and the two of them took a spin happily.
The newly delivered car didn't have a lot of power. Seeing that it was about to run out of power, the two of them drove towards the community again.
Uncle Liu put down the newspaper in his hand, adjusted his reading glasses, and watched the two guys go in quickly.
There are charging stations for battery cars in the community, and Song Jiamu parked his car here.
"Get off the car."
He put his feet on the ground and held the car steady.
Yun Shuqian's legs were not as long as his, so she supported his shoulders and came down. After sitting for a long time, her legs were a little numb. When she landed on one foot first, she had to jump twice before she could stand still.
She straightened her clothes and took off her helmet, her face was a little red, it must be because she was bored.
Song Jiamu went to charge and lock the car, and Yun Shuqian was standing not far away waiting for him.
I don't know when it started, but it seemed to have become a habit. I would wait for him subconsciously, and while waiting, I would quietly look at his movements and his face.
When Song Jiamu locked the car and looked back, Yun Shuqian's eyes saw the sky.
"Hey, you haven't eaten yet, right?" Song Jiamu asked.
"No, I'll do it when I go home later."
"Didn't I catch a lot of small crucian carp yesterday? I asked my grandpa to fry them until they were crispy. Even the bones were crispy and very fragrant."
"I heard you said your grandfather was a chef, right?"
"Well, then I brought you a pack specially for you to try. You can't eat it anywhere else." Song Jiamu was very proud.
Yun Shuqian's heart moved. She wanted to hurt him, but he brought it to her anyway. Even if it tasted terrible, she couldn't say a bad word.
"real or fake……"
"I caught it myself! There are also green dumplings, which are also delicious. I brought some for you too."
"Thank you~ But even if you bring me a lot of delicious food, you still have to write the report to me."
"...This is so inhumane!"
"Hmph~"
Seeing the pain on his face, the girl was in a good mood and took the initiative to press down the elevator. When the elevator came, she took the initiative to press down the floor. She even thought that if she went to his room tonight and saw the messy clothes, she would also
I don't mind helping him tidy it up.
When there was no one else in the elevator, Song Jiamu didn't turn around and stood directly face to face with her.
Yun Shuqian also leaned against the elevator wall, staring straight at him.
After not seeing him for a day, this guy hasn't changed much, but he still looks more pleasing to the eye than before.
It seems that every day I look at him, I am more pleasing to the eye than the day before.
Song Jiamu also feels this way. Although the girl in front of him does not have an impressive figure, he always feels that she is getting more and more attractive every day. Her small mouth is very cute, her small nose is also very cute, and her big eyes are also very cute. If she could only know AbaA
Ba's words, he must not be able to hold her in his arms, after all, she is a small one.
Song Jiamu was wearing a T-shirt, and Yun Shuqian was also wearing a thin sweater. Looking at his outfit, it seemed like he had entered summer early.
"Are you tanned?" Yun Shuqian broke the silence.
"Really?" Song Jiamu didn't feel it himself.
"Then no." Yun Shuqian said, otherwise he would have died in the elevator if he had said, 'So you have observed me so carefully, and indeed you are... to me.'
"I plan to tan a bit. It's not particularly dark, just wheat-colored skin with muscles. What do you think?"
"Don't have too many muscles, the big ones that don't look good."
"Not a muscle tyrant, just like Peng Yuyan, who looks thin when dressed but looks fat when undressed."
"good……"
Yun Shuqian's fantasy talent was turned on. He imagined Song Jiamu with such a figure, holding her petite in his arms. He put his arms around her behind him, and her small hands held his strong forearms. He
Kiss her face, then suck her earlobe...
It’s over, it’s over, I’ve really read too many pornographic books! How come I can fantasize so easily! What Caiyi said is right, why do I think of him?!
"Why is your face red?"
"Hot. The elevator is too stuffy."
When the twenty-third floor arrived, Yun Shuqian took the lead to get out of the elevator.
When she opened the door, Song Jiamu came in with her and wanted to take Nian Nian home.
Sunbathing on the balcony every year, the little kitten was so tanned that it could not move at all. Even when Song Jiamu called it, it just raised the tip of its tail and turned over lazily.
The little kitten that was once lively and puppy-like has become more and more like a cat.
It wasn't until Song Jiamu brought it inside to cool down that it affectionately rubbed its big tail around his legs.
"What are you eating tonight?" Song Jiamu asked when he saw Yun Shuqian walking into the kitchen.
"There are some ribs left over from lunch. Just cook some rice and heat it up in the rice cooker." Yun Shuqian said, eating alone was very casual.
"Then you'd better stop cooking and come to my house to eat. My grandma asked me to bring back a lot of dishes that have never been served before, so she specially cooked them and brought them back."
"No, I'll eat it myself."
"Come on, come on, my parents are not at home, and I can't finish the meal myself."
"ah?"
Hearing that her uncle and aunt were not at home, Yun Shuqian felt a little moved.
"It's still not possible..." his tone softened.
"Come on, come on, I brought so many vegetables. It would be a waste if you don't eat them. Why don't you just cook them for me next time?"
The plan was disrupted by him again. Yun Shuqian didn't even finish the pork rib rice, so he took her home with the cat.
Yun Shuqian held the cat, and Song Jiamu carried the cat food, litter box and other miscellaneous things. He handed her the key and asked her to open the door.
Holding his key and opening the door to his house is a wonderful feeling.
As soon as the door opened, Song Chi and Li Yuan in the living room looked over, and were stunned when they saw the two people who were "carrying big and small bags and going home together."
Yun Shuqian was also stunned, and immediately turned to look at Song Jiamu.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Song Jiamu did not dare to look at her, he pushed her into the house with a guilty conscience, and shouted loudly into the house: "Dad! Mom! You haven't cooked yet? I'll take it with you."
Yun Shuqian comes over to have a meal together."
"Qianqian! That's great! It's been a long time since I've been home to eat. Come in, come in."
Li Yuan greeted him warmly.
It's great now. Yun Shuqian can't run away even if she wants to. It can't be said that Song Jiamu lied to her and said that I came here because you were not at home. She even dressed very casually, and her little feet were instantly buckled on the slippers.
tight……
Song Jiamu! Song Jiamu! You are dead! You are dead!!
It was different from coming over to see the cats at night. After all, he was going to Song Jiamu's house for dinner as an outsider. The plan was disrupted again. Yun Shuqian had no idea for a while.
Song Chi and Li Yuan were very enthusiastic. They asked Yun Shuqian to sit down on the sofa, poured her a cup of tea, and pushed fruits and other things in front of her.
Yun Shuqian took a sip of tea from the cup and chatted with the two elders, but his eyes were searching for the culprit.
But Song Jiamu was very alert. After entering the house, he didn't know where to hide. He wanted to avoid the limelight first.
After putting down the tea cup, Song Chi refilled the tea for her, and Yun Shuqian quickly picked up the cup.
"Uncle, I can do it myself."
"Okay, uncle, let's go prepare dinner first. You're welcome, Qianqian. You can get what you want to eat. We are all so familiar with it. Just treat this as your own home. We will come here to eat often in the future."
"Yeah, thank you, uncle."
The little girl is very well-behaved. How can any elder not like her?
Song Chi and Li Yuan went to prepare dinner together. Since Yun Shuqian is also coming to dinner tonight, let's make it richer. She often ate at the Song family when she was young. This made Song Chi and Li Yuan, who had always wanted to raise a daughter,
As if she were half a daughter.
Yun Shuqian breathed a sigh of relief now that the elder was gone.
She secretly glanced at her uncle and aunt in the kitchen, drank the tea in her cup, clenched her fists, and walked quietly to Song Jiamu's room.
Open the door and look at him through the crack of the door. He is sitting in front of the computer pretending to write a report.
After closing the door, Yun Shuqian locked the door and his Adam's apple rolled.
"Song! Jia! Mu!"
"Calm down! Please calm down!"
"You are dead!"
"Ouch, hiss, it hurts, don't be so rough, I'm going to scream!"
Song Jiamu scurried away with his head in his arms, hid on the bed, and wrapped himself in a quilt like a snail.
The shy and annoyed girl would not let him go. She also climbed onto the bed, grabbed his pillow and patted him.
The two of them made a lot of noise, but the sound was very quiet. Fortunately, the quality of the bed was good. Even if they were fighting like this on the bed, the bed was still stable.
After a while, Yun Shuqian finished venting his energy and sat on the bed like a duck. In front of him was a pile of quilt snails, which he couldn't move even if he hit them.
Her breathing was a little rapid, her young chest was heaving, the girl's face was a little red, and her hair was messy, and then she calmed down to sort out the situation.
Since entering the second grade of junior high school, she has never eaten alone at Song Jiamu's house.
The two families would have dinner together once or twice a year, and it was her parents who made the arrangements, either at home or in a hotel. The relationship between the two families had not changed much, but the relationship between her and Song Jiamu was changing.
When they had a meal together, their positions changed from next to each other to at the farthest end. After the meal, both parents were talking, and they just immersed themselves in eating and dispersed after eating. Unlike when they were children, they would sit down early in the morning.
After eating, run out and play together.
When she was a child, she didn't feel anything wrong eating alone at the Song family. Although she was a little timid at first, she got used to it later and her uncle would cook her favorite dishes.
Yun Shuqian took a deep breath and calmed down her mood. She thought about the two elders in the kitchen who were happy because she came to the house for dinner. She also thought about the fruits and snacks that her aunt had specially brought out for her on the table. She thought about it again.
Song Jiamu specially 'lied' her to come to his house for dinner, and she suddenly felt a bit like the smell of her childhood. At that time, before eating, he and she would hide in the room and play around on the bed. It seems to be similar now...
Stop, stop, stop, she is beating him! She is not playing with him!
She hates Song Zhutou who disrupts her plans the most!
But think about it, Song Jiamu would not have risked his life to trick her into coming to his house for dinner some time ago.
The relationship between the two has indeed become much closer. With such a degree of closeness, it doesn't matter if they have dinner together.
Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Song Jiamu sneaked his head out of the snail shell.
"You finished the fight so quickly?"
"..."
The pillow flew over and he caught it. Yun Shuqian came to grab the pillow from him.
Until he held his hands firmly.
The girl's hands were very small. When she held them, Song Jiamu was reminded of the small crucian carp he caught yesterday. It was slippery, tender and white, and even the strength of its struggle was very similar.
The two of them were very close to each other. Song Jiamu was lying on his back, and Yun Shuqian was half pressing on him through the quilt. His posture was a bit bad.
It wasn't until his hands were grabbed by him that Yun Shuqian realized how strong he was. With just a gentle pull, she fell on the bed with him.
Maybe he would turn over and hold her down, then raise her hands and press her down on the bed, and then... when was it! Why are you thinking so wildly again!
The warmth from his palm made the girl blush little by little. She didn't know whether it was from embarrassment or anxiety.
"Song Jiamu...!"
She tried her best to look fierce: "Believe it or not, I shouted!"
"Then you shout, I won't move."
"..."
Just kidding, if he really screamed, if uncles and aunts saw him and her in this posture, they wouldn't have to live.
Song Jiamu was below, and Yun Shuqian was above, half pressing on him. The girl's hair drooped and fell on his face, tickling and fragrant.
"Let go now...!"
"Then don't hit me. I'm afraid you'll be bored by yourself, so that's why I asked you to come."
"You lied to me."
"I won't lie to you, can you come?"
"..."
"What I said is true."
"...What really?"
"The small crucian carp I caught is really delicious, even the bones are crispy. I brought it to you specially."