Shen Qinghe struggled to breathe because of the burden of being an idol. Now that he was exposed, he felt a bit angry and struggled to get off his lap.
Jiang Yao locked the person in his arms and kept stroking him: "It's not like I haven't seen him before, so I won't dislike you."
He told the truth.
During the years when the two of them lived together, Shen Qinghe would always lie on the sofa, patting his bulging belly, and instructing him to do this or that.
He also gained a reputation for practicing housework skills so as not to find a wife in the future.
At that time, he was young and ignorant. When he heard that he would be alone without a wife, he tried his best to learn to do housework.
She cleverly came up with various ways to trick him into doing housework.
She also suffered retribution. After eating, all the fat accumulated on her belly. Even if she was wearing loose clothes, she could still vaguely see her outline.
Then, I cried and took over the housework for a month, and did a lot of exercise before it went away.
When Jiang Yao thought about this, he couldn't help but chuckle, and the movements of his hands stopped.
Shen Qinghe, who had closed his eyes to enjoy it, lazily opened his eyes and groaned, expressing his dissatisfaction.
She took his hand and continued to rub it, coquettishly: "Keep going~"
Jiang Yao suddenly thought of it and said in a casual tone: "There is no reward, so I don't want to rub it anymore."
Shen Qinghe hummed twice: "What kind of reward?"
He tapped the side of his face with his index finger, and the meaning was self-evident.
Shen Qinghe's hands covered his eyes, and he was forced to close them. The next second, a soft kiss fell on his cheek.
She maliciously moved her lips from his cheek, to the tip of his nose, to his forehead, and then to his chin, but she did not place a kiss on his lips.
Shen Qinghe was teasing him wholeheartedly and didn't notice a big hand rising quietly.
Just as she was about to leave, someone grabbed the back of her head and inserted slender fingers into her hair, causing her to tremble.
Perhaps she was sitting on Jiang Yao's lap, and she was a few centimeters taller than him.
Jiang Yao miscalculated and kissed her chin. As if she had succeeded, she laughed in his arms.
As if punishing, he bit her chin gently, then moved up to her soft lips.
Her lips are like poppies, once you get them, you become addicted and can't leave them anymore.
——
When the two of them got home, it was almost twelve o'clock and everyone at home was asleep.
Shen Qinghe touched the darkness and quietly changed her shoes at the door. Jiang Yao stood behind her and supported her to prevent her from falling.
The shoelace on her left foot was so tight that she couldn't take it off when she stepped on her heel.
Jiang Yao knelt down and used the weak light from the phone screen to untie her shoelaces.
Shen Qinghe looked at Jiang Yao in a daze, but he knelt down to untie his shoelaces without any complaints.
Is he still the aloof young man he knew?
As if he noticed something, the moment Jiang Yao looked up, Shen Qinghe came back to his senses, leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth.
And her smiling voice.
"For your reward."
I followed his movements and deepened the kiss.
"Snapped!"
The lights in the living room turned on in response, and the living room instantly became brightly lit.
Jiang Yao happened to be facing the living room. The sudden light caused him to lose focus briefly, and he was unable to use his hands to block the light.
His vision gradually recovered, and he saw Shen Qing and the person behind him clearly, and pushed her away.
Shen Qinghe didn't know what happened yet. She thought Jiang Yao turned on the lights and didn't think much about it.
She leaned over and pecked the corner of his mouth again, imitating his usual drawl: "Hey, are you shy?"
Jiang Yao reminded: "Godmother is behind."
Shen Qinghe felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. He stiffened like a robot. He turned around little by little and raised a fake smile: "Mom, if I said I was drunk, would you believe it?"
Wei Shu folded her shawl and said in a normal voice: "Your mother looks like a fool?"
"It's not like that."
"Yayao, go back to your room first, and you come up with me."
After saying that, Wei Shu turned around and went upstairs. She had not slept well at first, and her daughter had never been home, so she was extremely worried.
I didn't want to call Lao Shen and Lao Jiang, for fear of disturbing their negotiations.
She had no choice but to come down and wait alone on the sofa, with the phone screen always stuck at 110. Her intuition told her that nothing would happen, but she didn't see her in person, so she was just scared.
When there was a rustling sound at the door, she didn't move rashly. Maybe they were coming back from the negotiation.
It wasn't until she said "I'll reward you" that she felt sure that her daughter was back.
Who would have thought that as soon as I turned on the light, I would see such an exciting scene.
——
The atmosphere in the bedroom on the second floor is a bit heavy.
Shen Qinghe stood in front of Wei Shu, twisting the edge of his clothes in his hands, waiting nervously for the outcome.
Wei Shu folded her hands on her chest, very calmly: "How long has it been?"
"Not long." Shen Qinghe hesitated, "It's just for today."
Wei Shu calmly told the truth: "At least you were together before I came back."
Shen Qinghe's eyes widened in shock, and he couldn't care less about being nervous. He sat down next to Wei Shu: "Mom, how did you know?"