Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 204 Get Caught (Please Subscribe)

"Jiamu, let's go, let's cook."

"You guys go, I'll go see the squad leader Yunda."

"Do you know where the squad leader's house lives? Didn't you already visit the door?!"

"The parents have seen it."

Zhang Sheng and the others looked incredible. They knew that Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were hooking up recently, but they didn't expect it to go so fast. Not only did they visit the door, but they also met their parents?For freshman students, this is simply too shocking.

After all, except for Yuan Caiyi who knew that they lived opposite each other, no one else in the class knew that they were actually neighbors.

Song Jiamu put the things on the table back into his backpack, and went downstairs with the crowd leaving the classroom.

Today, he didn’t go to cook with Zhang Sheng’s good brothers. He rode the electric bike, left school, and had no classes in the afternoon. It was the first time he went home so early in the past two months.

The little electric donkey has been bought home and now, every time I go home, I carry Yun Shuqian. Today, when I ride home by myself, I always feel that my back is empty, as if something has dropped, which makes Song Jiamu occasionally Just feel in your pocket to see if your phone and keys are missing.

Oh, it turned out that his beloved girl was lost.

For a man, being able to make money cleanly, support his family, and take care of his beloved woman and children is something to be proud of.

This may be a little far away for Song Jiamu, but when he thinks that there is such a lovely girl at home waiting for him to bring lunch and wait for him to come back to talk with her, he will also inexplicably feel a strong sense of motivation Heart.

Maturity has nothing to do with age, it's an indescribable feeling, like when Song Jiamu watched her cousin, who was not a few years older than him, just go to elementary school, doing arithmetic that he couldn't understand. Question, although she was counting clumsily with her fingers, but when she wrote the number after the equal sign, the cousin's whole temperament looked different.

The same is true for Song Jiamu now. After he has a concern and a goal in his heart, he feels that all his efforts have made sense. The appearance looks the same, but the feeling is different. Even Aunt Xu praised him It's been a while and I've matured a lot.

It is true that he and Yun Shuqian have been together since childhood, but there is no such law in the world that if you stay together forever, you will become friends or get married. There is nothing that is easy to get, and it will slip away if you don’t cherish it. law.

When Song Jiamu understood this truth, he was 19 years old, and now he will be 20 years old in three days, and so is she.

Mom and Dad have all gone to work, no one is cooking at noon, and Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu are not there. Song Jiamu wants to cook for Yun Shuqian, but he is afraid that it will aggravate her condition. Just go outside and buy it.

I went to KFC and bought her a chicken porridge with pickled vegetables and bamboo shoots, which was relatively light, and then I added a non-spicy pastoral crispy chicken burger.

For himself, he can just order a spicy double-layer tender beef burger, a six-piece finger-licking original chicken, another order of French fries, and a large glass of Coke.

From a nutritional point of view, in fact, they are all carbohydrates that the human body normally consumes. There is no difference in this point, but there are many types of fried foods. Eating too much is indeed unhealthy, but it is only Song Jiamu. That's all, Yun Shuqian's share is quite healthy.

After all, you are eating outside. Stores like KFC have guaranteed hygiene, which is more reassuring than many fast food restaurants, Hua said.

After finishing eating, Song Jiamu rode his electric scooter back to the community.

He also remembered that Yun Shuqian asked him to help get a courier just now, and he went to the pick-up station to help her get it.

It is packed in a box, the recipient is Yun Yun Yun, and the sender is a certain clothing store.

After receiving the courier, Song Jiamu didn't go home to put away his backpack, but went directly to Yun Shuqian's house and rang the doorbell.

There is no class today, and the girl who is resting doesn't know the time, and she doesn't feel hungry, she is lying on the bed shaking her calf to discuss her condition with Yuan Caiyi.

Yunyunyun also needs to drink more water today: "Caiyi, are you feeling better? Why didn't you come to class today?"

The little girl picking clothes: "I'm terminally ill, I'm going to die, Qianqianyou help me buy a meal and bring it here."

Yun Yunyun also needs to drink more water today: "I'm at home, I didn't go to class today."

The little girl picking clothes: "Huh? Then who will cook for you at noon."

Yunyunyun also needs to drink more water today: "Song Jiamu, I said no, he still insisted on bringing me food, it's so annoying, and he insisted on telling me stories to lull me to sleep last night. Take a good rest, how can there be such a thing."

Yuan Caiyi put down his mobile phone, feeling his head hurt even more, and his chest seemed to be out of breath.

Hearing the ringing of the doorbell, Yun Shuqian's expression brightened, and as soon as he lost his phone, he ran over with bare feet, not as sick as yesterday.

But when she was about to reach the door, her movements slowed down, and she opened the door listlessly with a look that she was too sleepy to keep her eyelids open.

Sure enough, there was Song Zhutou outside the door. She was holding the door with both hands, and her tender fingers were gently digging the door frame. Her eyes fell on his face immediately. He was carrying the black backpack, carrying lunch in his right hand and express in his left.

"You are here..." The girl's voice was weak.

Song Jiamu was taken aback. Didn't he chat in the morning? Why didn't he see you again?
"Fever again?"

Song Jiamu rushed into the room, put the lunch on the porch cabinet, and stretched out his thick and warm palm to press the girl's smooth forehead.

Feeling the temperature of his palm, Yun Shuqian felt warm all over her body, and her mood was filled with honey. She used to have a cold and if she was alone at home, she would never take it seriously. How strong she is, now with him Caring, she only felt that a gust of wind could blow her fragile down.

"It's not hot, have you taken your temperature?"

"No."

"Don't answer so confidently, I'll measure it for you."

"No, no, no... I'm just, just a little sleepy."

"Is your nose still stuffed?"

"Well, this one is blocked." She pointed to the right nostril.

"Do you still sneeze and cough?"

"Well, my throat is a little itchy."

Song Jiamu gently touched her delicate neck with three fingers, and Yun Shuqian felt itchy even more.

"Let's go get an injection then, anyway, there is no class in the afternoon, so I'll accompany you."

"I don't want an injection!"

As soon as the injection was mentioned, Yun Shuqian immediately became more energetic, and didn't want to talk to him anymore. She came over to get the lunch on the cabinet in the entrance, and went to sit on the sofa.

"I see!"

Song Jiamu made a sound of sudden realization.

Yun Shuqian said with a guilty conscience, "What do you know? Anyway, I don't want injections..."

"You need a kiss to heal your illness. If that's the case, then I will reluctantly offer my childish lips to the President."

He pouted and was about to stick it over, but Yun Shuqian slapped him with a giggle, pushed him away, and refused to let him kiss.

He still has childish lips, this person is really not shy at all.

"What did you buy?"

Song Jiamu tore open the gray plastic package of the courier and took out the small box inside. He could see clearly that it was a box of cute little cotton socks.

The colors are very girly, including white, light yellow, light blue, matcha, and light blue and purple. There are five pairs in total.

"I don't want what you haven't worn." Song Jiamu said.

"...You, what are you thinking about?" Yun Shuqian picked up a bunch of socks and threw them on his head in embarrassment.

Song Jiamu was about to pick it up, but she stopped immediately: "You unpack the package and don't touch it without washing your hands! The package is dirty!"

This is true. There was a girl in the news before who couldn't tear open the express package, so she tore it with her mouth in a hurry, and then developed a lot of red bumps, so every time Yun Shuqian finished unpacking the express, she had to wash her hands first.

Song Jiamu came out after washing his hands, Yun Shuqian sat cross-legged on the sofa, and had already taken apart the pairs of cute little cotton socks.

He picked up a pair to play with, the soft texture was very comfortable, and it smelled like new socks.

"I'll help you try on a pair."

"No, where do you use socks?"

"Come on, come on."

Song Jiamu grabbed her slender ankles, she felt itchy, shrank her legs nervously, but the strength of her legs was not as strong as his arms, she sat sideways on the sofa, her legs were hugged by him and placed in his arms middle.

Yun Shuqian was wearing shorts at home, her beautiful legs were impeccable, and her radiant skin was surprisingly smooth.

Song Jiamu put his right hand around her calf, opened his left palm, and compared it with her little feet.

He is tall and his palms are larger than the average person, but he still feels that his feet are always bigger than his hands.

When she curled her toes, these feet were about the size of his palms. He held her heels and let her feet stand on his palms. The length from the heel of the palm to the tip of the middle finger was about 22 centimeters. , which is the size of her feet, converted into the shoe size she usually wears, it is 36.

Such a pair of cute feet made Song Jiamu wonder if there really are girls who can dance in other people's palms?

"Is it enough to touch?" She stared at him with wide eyes and reddened face. Sure enough, Zhutou Song is a pervert, and he can be fascinated by looking at his feet.

"Can such a small foot really walk?"

"If you don't go, will you carry me?"

"It's not impossible."

Song Jiamu suddenly closed the left palm on which the sole of her foot lay flat, and scratched it wickedly on the sole of her foot.

"ah……!"

So the sensitive girl reacted immediately, she giggled, sat up suddenly as if her body was loaded with springs, her legs couldn't be pulled back by his hug, so she hammered him with her small fist, Song Jiamu suffered After several punches, he finally let her go.

"Wear this and wear this."

Song Jiamu chose for a long time among the five pairs of socks scattered on the sofa, and finally chose his favorite pair of white cotton socks.

"I don't wear it!"

"Whether you wear it or not, I'll help you wear it."

"You threaten me!"

"Master President, just wear one." Song Jiamu put his hands together, as if begging him.

"Humph."

Only then did Yun Shuqian pick up a small white cotton sock. She sat on the sofa, bent her left leg, and put her little feet into this pair of soft white socks. The sock was outlined with cherry pink lines The sides are just as long as the ankles, making the girl's skin more moist and white.

She only wears the left foot and doesn't wear it. The right foot is bare, and she feels that she can't satisfy him too much.

Unexpectedly, wearing one foot and not wearing the other made Song Jiamu seem a little more excited.

Under the socks, her little feet moved, and Song Jiamu's heart trembled.

Smelling the aroma of finger-licking chicken nuggets from hamburger fries, Yun Shuqian felt hungry, ignored Song Jiamu, and opened the bag to eat.

"I bought you porridge and garden castle, you can eat this at noon."

Song Jiamu got up and opened the refrigerator, and gave her another bottle of milk.

"...Alright, I want to eat the French fries and finger-licking chicken too. Why is your tender beef burger so delicious?" Yun Shuqian also wanted to eat it.

"You have a cold, these are spicy and fried, forget the sore throat?"

"You mean I can't eat..."

"No."

"I've recovered from a cold!"

"You are still talking in a low voice, hurry up and drink porridge, I will eat these junk foods."

Yun Shuqian remained silent, squinting her eyes, staring at him resentfully, Song Jiamu felt uncomfortable being stared at by her.

"You won't be full watching me eat, eat quickly."

"..."

Yun Shuqian had no choice but to take her own porridge and sip it with a spoon. She didn't speak, but just stared at Song Jiamu who was feasting.

Song Jiamu also admired her very much. A person can obsessively eat food that he doesn't like, and insist on expressing his dissatisfaction and resentment all the time. What kind of spirit is this?

After eating for a while, Song Jiamu felt that the finger-licking chicken was no longer delicious, so he twisted a piece and handed it to her mouth.

"I can only eat one piece, if there is too much, I will get angry."

"Uh-huh!"

As if a drop of dishwashing liquid had dripped into the oil soup, it was visible to the naked eye, and the girl's expression immediately brightened.

It's better to feed her first, and she won't be hungry when she is full.

"Let me feed you."

"No, I have a cold, not a paraplegic."

"Whatever you want, it's my honor to serve Miss Yun."

The two sat side by side on the sofa, and Song Jiamu fed her two mouthfuls of porridge. He felt uncomfortable in this position, so he asked her to sit sideways again, with her legs on his lap, so that she could feed her porridge like this Time is much easier.

"Huh~huh~" Song Jiamu blew on the porridge on the spoon.

"Blow gently, the saliva will blow on it!"

"It's disgusting? I have antibodies in my saliva, eat more, you'll recover soon, ah——open your mouth."

Song Jiamu handed the spoon to her mouth, and she opened her small mouth, sucked it in with a whimper, and there was a wonderful tactile sensation from the handle of the spoon, and when she took it out again, the porridge on it had been eaten up.

The feeding process was quite addictive. The girl supported the soft sofa with her hands and put her legs on his lap. One foot without socks and the other foot in white socks dangled happily.

"Song Jiamu, this porridge is so bland, can you add some soy sauce?"

"It's already light, don't be picky, eat it quickly...I mean it will help you recover from your cold."

The two enjoyed the feeding process, and didn't pay much attention to the movement outside the door. The door lock turned and the door suddenly opened.

With the spoon still in her mouth, Song Jiamu suddenly raised his head to look at the door, and Yun Shuqian suddenly turned his head to look.

The porridge hasn't been swallowed yet, and I say 'Mom? ! ' blurted out first.

Xu Ying was also taken aback, her hand was still holding the doorknob, she blinked her eyes.

Like two rats who were stealing food and were bumped into by a cat, the two on the sofa hurriedly separated.

Yun Shuqian felt that she had a fever again, her pretty face was on fire...

(Dazhang, two chapters will continue tomorrow, it will be difficult to enter the top [-], I will work hard together, ask for a monthly ticket~!)
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