Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 214 Absolutely Not Enough (Subscribe)

"Really! Zhang Sheng took it out of Chen Shao's bag and gave it to me! How could I buy this thing myself!"

"Then if you don't ask them, how can they give you this thing!"

She already knew that Song Jiamu's tentative question just now had no good intentions, and now she finally caught him.

"Today is my birthday..."

"I won't give you this on your birthday!"

"Valentine's Day……"

"Then, if someone gives it, you want it?!"

"I admit, I want to use it with you, and these three alone can't express my love for you."

Seeing that Yun Shuqian's face started to turn red, Song Jiamu hastily added: "But wanting to do it is a different matter. I just want to secretly save more, and I'm afraid I won't love you enough."

Yun Shuqian blushed even more, and threw the three pieces of chewing gum and the car keys on him in embarrassment.

"Little, rascal."

Her voice was not high-pitched, and her voice was not loud. Da Moyue just felt ashamed and a little bit ashamed of being misunderstood by her classmates.

After all, Yuan Caiyi also laughed and wanted to give her a chewing gum just now, so it seems that the difference between her and Song Jiamu is that one took it and the other didn't.

It's not that he doesn't understand what Song Zhutou is, he admitted what he thought so honestly, but Yun Shuqian was at a disadvantage.

Also, these three are not enough to express liking, how many will he use?
Have you ever confessed to a girl like this? A girl asks you how much you like me, and then you answer that you like it so much that it’s not enough to use a box of chewing gum with you. Is it really possible to say it!
Song Jiamu said it out, and the girl was so shocked that his domineering favor pushed her to the top of her heart, stirring all the blood in her body to the boil.

She had nowhere to run, no place to hide, and wanted to raise her fist to hit him, but the strength didn't go to her hands, but ran to her face.

Song Jiamu easily grabbed her small fist, held her with one hand, bent down and picked up the car keys and chewing gum that fell on the ground with the other hand.

Yun Shu blushed and stared at him, seeing that he had put the three pieces of chewing gum back into his pocket, she stretched out her small hand towards him again.

"give me."

"...Don't throw it away! I'll be seen later!"

"I won't lose it, you give it to me."

Seeing her insistence, Song Jiamu had no choice but to take out the chewing gum again and put it in her tender little palm.

Yun Shuqian closed her palms and held the three chewing gums, as if she was holding a charcoal fire just out of the stove. She only felt that her little hands were getting hot.

He hurriedly opened his small bag, and put the three chewing gums into the innermost interlayer.

Song Jiamu looked at her, there were occasional students passing by not far away, Yun Shuqian looked like a little girl who just stole vegetables from someone else's vegetable field, she hurriedly covered her things and put away her things, when she lowered her head, Small red ears can be seen between the hair strands.

It wasn't until she closed the zipper of the bag, turned the bag in front of her body, and pressed the bag with her two small hands, that she seemed relieved.

"Come on!"

"oh oh……"

Song Jiamu didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he hurriedly backed the electric car out, took out the helmet and put it on for her.

She pulled off the helmet visor, climbed onto the back seat of his car, hugged his waist, and pinched him twice, Song Jiamu was like a horse that had been whipped, twisted the accelerator, and the electric car slipped It opened up slowly.

After leaving the school and on the road, Yun Shuqian pulled up the mask, and the wind blew across her cheeks, and she breathed a cool and refreshing breath.

"That thing..."

"I confiscated it!" Her voice was loud.

"Oh."

"Also...the ones that my aunt gave you last time, you, you will also take them to me for safekeeping when you go back later."

"Why is that?"

"Have you used it?" she asked back.

"No..." Song Jiamu was glad that he was not curious to use it as a balloon to fill water.

"You're not allowed to use it anyway, so I'll keep it for you." She blushed and whispered.

"Then if you don't use it with me, I can still use it myself?" Song Jiamu complained, and then received another pinch on the waist.

For a reserved girl who follows the rules and never does anything out of line, occasionally playing games of mutual insult with Song Jiamu shamelessly is just a normal thing within a reasonable range that can make both parties happy.

If Song Zhutou really dared to mess around, she, Yun Shuqian, would definitely bite off a bunch of places on his body.

As the electric car slowly moved forward, the embarrassment just now eased, she put her whole body on his back as usual, and looked at his side face with big eyes protruding from the side of his shoulder .

"Song Jiamu, if you dare to mess with me, you will die, you know?"

"Then what if you mess with me?"

"How could I mess with you?"

"Then how do you evaluate the meaning of the word 'random'?"

"I think it is yes, I think it is no, it is no, I am the president, you entered the club and read the manifesto."

"...I want to quit the company!"

"you dare."

"Then I might as well die in rebellion, being oppressed and squeezed by you every day, being touched and loved."

Hearing what he said, Yun Shuqian's small hand that was touching his abdominal muscles calmed down, and asked curiously, "Then how are you going to resist me?"

She is not afraid of him, as long as he dares to go too far, she will report to Aunt Li and let Aunt Li make the decision for her.

"I'm going to use this belt you gave me, tie you to a chair, then take off your socks, stuff them in my mouth, and tickle you with the softest feather on the cat teaser soles of feet!"

Song Jiamu said cruel words, just thinking about it, his expression couldn't help showing excitement.

She shrank the white shoes subconsciously, and pinched him with her knee angrily.

Although she didn't think the belt she gave him was long enough to tie her to the chair, but because of her petite stature, it was enough to tie her, or even just her wrists or ankles. .

Thinking of Song Jiamu's foot control element, his threats still worried her.

After all, there was a kind of punishment in the past, which was to tie up the prisoner, rub honey on the soles of his feet, and then lead a sheep.

There are no sheep around, so Song Jiamu probably can put ice cream on the soles of her feet, and then play in person. After all, he is a man who can stuff her socks in his mouth.

"You can't do this!"

Yun Shuqian was taken aback, she didn't expect Song Jiamu to be so vicious.

"Scared?"

"Go to hell..."

Yun Shuqian pinched him and pinched him, but Song Jiamu laughed triumphantly, but just thinking about it is exciting.

……

It was hot at noon, and Song Jiamu didn't take a long stroll on his electric scooter, and went straight back home.

Today is still a working day, and the elders are not at home at noon, and the two who haven't cooked for a long time cook for themselves.

"Your mother won't come back later, will she?"

"You can go home and eat instant noodles by yourself, I didn't let you come over."

Yun Shuqian, who said this, suddenly felt relaxed, and sure enough, her thinking changed from a different angle. If she called him over, she would be very nervous, but if he came over by herself, she would be very calm.

Yun Shuqian opened the refrigerator, there was not much work for the two of them to eat, there were some leftovers last night, if it was an outsider, she would be ashamed to let others eat leftovers, but Song Jiamu is fine, after all the two People are in a relationship where they can eat each other's saliva.

Wash the rice and cook the rice, then take out a bag of vegetables to pick, and reheat the leftovers.

She was picking vegetables in the kitchen sink, and when she heard the noise and turned her head, Song Jiamu appeared in front of her with a bouquet of gorgeous roses in his hand, and he looked at her with a smile on his face.

The scene of him holding roses appeared many times in her dreams, and even when she thinks about it now, the scene is still clear - the sky is covered with red sunset, the leaves of sycamore trees are falling on the road, the air is full of flowers, and he is walking towards you romantically, Handed the rose to her hand, then bowed his head and kissed her forehead, and the two walked slowly together in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Thinking about it now, it was just a little girl's fantasy of love in her dream. It would be better if he was wearing slippers and beach shorts, standing at the kitchen door holding a rose, so real and full of plain and warm fireworks.

Yun Shuqian just stared at him blankly for a few seconds, and forgot to turn off the faucet, overflowing the entire small plastic basin.

She turned her head back, turned off the faucet, and turned her head back again. He was still standing with the roses in his hands, but he took a step towards her. When she looked over, he stood still.

So Yun Shuqian turned her head back.

"One, two, three, wooden man!"

She turned her head quickly, and Song Jiamu took another step forward, then stood still.

She kept turning her head, and then back again.

So every time he saw him, he became closer to her, which brought her an extremely strong sense of reality and proximity.

Yun Shuqian knew that this was not a dream.

Just when she turned around for the last time and counted 'one, two, three' with her eyes closed, a fiery hug suddenly wrapped her in her arms.

"ah……"

She smiled coquettishly, and when she opened her eyes again, this bouquet of roses was right in front of her face, and the faint fragrance of roses lingered at the tip of her nose, making her unable to help but take a deep breath.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my Miss Yun." Song Jiamu was behind her, his face was pressed against her ear, his moist and hot breath was blowing into her ear, his voice seemed to come from a dream.

"You said it this morning."

"But I will say more."

"I don't want to hear the same thing."

"Happy 520, this bouquet of roses is for Miss Yun who 'I want to spend seven with her for one night'."

"What seven?"

"The one you hid in your bag."

"……abnormal."

As she said so, Song Jiamu had already leaned over and kissed her cheek, and then sucked her soft candy-like earlobe.

Yun Shuqian felt his body go limp, and trembled like chaff, and couldn't hold the vegetables in his hand, and fell back to the water with a clatter.

The water in the rice cooker began to boil, and mist came out from the lid.

(End of this chapter)