Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 223 Mom Tells You Something (Two in One)

"Song, Song Jiamu... I, I can't do it, I can't do it, let's stop for a while..."

"I haven't even sweated yet. Raise my legs and move quickly!"

On the side of Anjiang road at night, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were running.

After finally running to a small shop a kilometer away, Yun Shuqian stopped immediately.

"One kilometer! I don't want to run!"

After some exercise, the girl was already sweating profusely, with her hands clasped behind her waist, panting for breath.

"Do you want to be so precise, my lord president, you seem to be able to run another 400 meters."

Song Jiamu regretted telling her that 'it's only one kilometer to this convenience store', because she didn't remember anything else, she just remembered that it was only one kilometer to get here, and she was responsible for the extra step an insult to one's own judgment.

"Anyway, a kilometer is a kilometer."

Yun Shuqian firmly grasped the way to deal with Song Jiamu, she said, "Do you prefer my muscular legs?"

"Then take a rest." Song Jiamu said quickly.

Boys are different from girls. Although having muscles means bodybuilding, it is estimated that no boy likes a girl with one piece of muscle, that is too perverted.

On the contrary, soft, soft, white and tender girls can arouse boys' interest more.

"You carry me."

"It's so hot right now."

Song Jiamu walked in front, Yun Shuqian didn't care about him, trotted two steps behind him, and jumped on his back with a smile, and then the two beautiful white legs under the shorts were wrapped around him on the waist.

"Hey, it's all sweat."

"Then wipe it off on you!"

Like a kitten, Yun Shuqian wiped his sweaty face on his clothes, her thighs also sweated a lot, and rubbed on his clothes in the same way.

Song Jiamu had no choice but to stretch out his palm to support her thigh, and pinched it. It was tight and full of elasticity, with a little greasy sweat, and it felt very good.

"what."

Yun Shuqian punched him twice angrily, Song Jiamu didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore, and walked forward obediently with her on his back.

Before you know it, it is already May NO.30, and June will be ushered in one day later.

"Song Jiamu."

"Ok?"

"Do you know what day tomorrow is?"

The girl's voice seemed a little excited. It was summer and they had just finished running. The two of them walked behind their backs like this, like two big stoves sticking together.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Song Jiamu always feels that his back feels much softer than when he carried her back before.

Perhaps as the relationship got closer, she became more and more relaxed when lying on his back?Or a girl who just passed her 20th birthday ushered in her second growth?

Song Jiamu is looking forward to one day being able to measure it with his own hands. The big one is good, and the small one is wonderful. Compared with the visual impact of the big one, the small one needs to experience the beauty of it with his own hands.

After recovering, listening to her question and feeling her mood again, Song Jiamu's mood became joyful.

"Tomorrow is the day when your parents go abroad!"

"...Get out of here, what have you been thinking about all day?"

The girl who was limp on the back just now became ferocious immediately, like a deer just caught in the forest, twisting and writhing on his back, hammering him.

"It's the day when our new book is on the shelves!" Yun Shuqian emphasized in his ear word by word.

"...Yun Shuqian, if you want to beat me up, you can just beat me up, you don't need to dig a hole for me to jump." Song Jiamu looked aggrieved.

"Hmph, it's obviously you who think about strange things all day long."

Well, he admitted that the first thing he thought of was that Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu were going back abroad, and when he thought that the two of them could be shameless in her house again, he forgot to put the new book on the shelf.

Having said that, since their birthdays, the attitudes of the parents on both sides towards them have also vaguely changed. It is estimated that they have confirmed certain guesses in their hearts. , Mom didn't even bother to ask him where he was, and Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu next door were similar, and they would always create more space for him and Yun Shuqian to be alone.

However, the parents of both sides tacitly did not expose this matter. Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian also understood that from the perspective of the elders, there are of course more things to consider.

Now the main problem is time. The time for the relationship between the two to really start to deteriorate is only one month. It is still too short for the elders. It would be rash to talk about the matter now.

Even though the two have known each other for 15 years, maybe because of their accumulation, the transformation of the relationship has just begun, and the new relationship is also facing new challenges. Even Li Yuan and Song Chi plan to move in a few days and leave them a house. Let them experience the cohabitation life for themselves. After all, they can know more clearly whether it is suitable or not after living together, but they are afraid that the two of them will not brake the car suddenly after living together, which will make a big mess.

As people who have experienced it, the elders clearly know how long a lifetime is. Now that they are interesting to see, let’s talk about it first. They are only 20 years old, and they are too young to get a certificate. There is no need to worry. Let's see if their relationship has changed. After all, the relationship between the two is special. When this kind of thing comes to the fore, once you say it, you can never go back on your word.

As the parties involved, Yun Shuqian and Song Jiamu also slowly figured out the reason why the elders would not open their mouths when they were beaten to death, but what is clear is that for the parents of both parties, the elders are happy to see the two of them together. Anyway, the elders pretended not to know now, and let them fiddle with it themselves, even a little bit fueling the flames.

Carrying Yun Shuqian on their backs, they walked to the stone chair for rest. During this period of time, except for the rain, the two of them would go out for a walk together every night, with a fixed route and a fixed resting place. After all, for them, going to Where to go for a walk and where to rest is not something to think about at all, it's just an excuse to come out and be alone.

"Come down."

Song Jiamu turned his back to the stone chair and put her down.

Yun Shuqian stepped on the stone chair, holding his shoulders with both hands, the street lamp was next to her, and the light reflected her warm blush face and her white and tender legs under the shorts.

"Song Jiamu, I'm much taller than you!"

"Standing on the chair, you have the nerve to say that?"

Song Jiamu turned around and put his feet up.

He is 1.8 meters tall, Yun Shuqian is 1.6 meters five, and the rest chair is about [-] centimeters high. When he stands on tiptoe like this, Yun Shuqian is still a little taller than him, which makes the girl very proud.

In front of him was An Jiang. The wind blowing across the river blew past him, and then onto her body. The sweat evaporated from her body, bringing a piece of coolness.

"Do you want to sit on my lap?" Song Jiamu asked her, holding her little hand.

"No." Yun Shuqian looked at the cruise ship on the river and refused in a low voice.

Song Jiamu understood that for Yun Shuqian at this moment, what she wanted was not gentleness, but involuntary strength.

Based on the girl's reserve, it is not easy for him to ask her to agree shyly when he makes a request. Of course, the exception is when she takes the initiative. When she takes the initiative, she likes Song Jiamu like a girl Respond shyly.

The most important thing to like someone is to know how much you should do to make her happy.

When Yun Shuqian said 'no', Song Jiamu had already put his right hand through her armpit, then bent slightly, and put his left hand through her soft knee.

In the girl's exclamation, 'I'm going to fall! ', Song Jiamu hugged her naughtily standing on the stone chair.

"ah!"

Yun Shuqian was startled and laughed at the same time, the princess's hug or something, just need to be so unexpected to be exciting.

She kicked and bounced with her calves, and the moment she fell down, her little hands tightly hugged his strong shoulders.

Song Jiamu's strength was really too great, after a while, she stopped firmly in his arms.

When she swings her legs, he hugs her legs tightly; when she waves her little hands, he hugs her little hands tightly.

Song Jiamu sat on the stone chair, Yun Shuqian was hugged by him and sat on his lap.

Yun Shuqian just resisted for a while, as if she couldn't resist the law that two magnets attract each other, she threw herself into his arms.

The weather is really hot.

His arms were also very hot, like a heated sofa cushion. Under the cushion, someone hid a long TV remote control maliciously, making her twist and turn uncomfortably.

"Don't move..." Song Jiamu hugged her tightly.

"...Are you thinking again, 'Ah, it's Yun Shuqian, it's Yun Shuqian'?" The girl's face was a little red, and she raised her eyes to look at him, and her eyes looked extraordinarily large.

"But aren't you just Yun Shuqian?" Song Jiamu put one arm around her, put the other hand behind her head, and took off the soft hair tie, and her ponytail hair naturally fell apart .

Although Song Jiamu told her not to move, Yun Shuqian still moved maliciously, her small white hands gently grasped his T-shirt, the streetlight shone on her side face, she buried her face in his chest, Feeling his breath, he closed his eyes.

The breathing rate is faster than usual, the heartbeat is also faster, and my mind is full of "Ah, it's Song Jiamu, it's Song Jiamu's"

Song Jiamu's hands landed on her thighs, sweating profusely, and his palms moved to her knees again, rubbing her knees after running.

Then the palm went down and landed on her calf, wrapping her calf that had been completely relaxed from below. This place is so soft that no matter how you play with it, you won't get tired of it.

Finally, the palm of her hand landed on her little white shoes again, and with a slight pull of her fingers, she tore off her shoelaces, supported her heel, and took off the shoes.

Two feet wearing small white socks were exposed, and the length of the socks just reached her ankles. He took off the socks on one of the girl's feet, but kept the other foot on.

Yun Shuqian buried her face deeper in his arms.

During this period, she didn't say a word, and she seemed to have passed out, but in fact, all her attention was on his palm, and she knew exactly where his palm passed.

Somewhat shyly, he folded his little foot with the sock off under the other little foot without the sock off, but his palm had already touched her from the heel, wrapping her with his broad, gentle and slightly sweaty palm She gently rubbed her delicate heels, then to the arches of the feet, and then to the soles of the feet. Her feet were so small that he could easily play with them with one hand.

Occasionally being pinched a little itchy by him, Yun Shuqian was not happy, and wanted to reach out and pat his hand away in his arms, but his hands were so long, they were all on the side of her feet, and her hands were short, Can't touch him.

So he had to grab his arm, pull his hand over, and put it back on her outer thigh.

"Song Jiamu, we tell my parents to go out for a run every night, and we run like this for four or ten minutes in an hour, isn't it good?"

"What?! Did we waste 10 minutes running?!"

"...You thought I ran too little just now."

"I suddenly realized that between the two of us, my physical strength is enough."

In fact, the two went out for an hour of running every night, and most of the sweat on their bodies came out during their rest.

Looking from the rest chair to the river, the colorful neon lights are changing, and when the cruise ship passes by, the water surface is sparkling.

He hugged Yun Shuqian's legs tightly and hugged her shoulders. Under the street light, her side face buried in his chest looked so delicate, small and cute. There were beads of sweat on her skin, and the bruises on her neck and collarbone Wet and never dried.

This kind of girl who still nestled in his arms even if it was too hot made him accidentally fascinated by it.

Occasionally, Yun Shuqian would sneak a look at him to see if he was looking at the scenery or his legs. Seeing his unblinking eyes looking at her face, the corner of the girl's mouth raised a certain smug smile.

"Are you trying to rape me?"

"...Yun Shuqian, don't think that we are familiar with each other, just talking can be so perverted."

"Who knows you very well."

Yun Shu snorted lightly, and buried her face in his hot chest again. This is a chest that can satisfy all the girls' fantasies about men.

Maybe it's because the two are so familiar with each other. They even know exactly how old the other party started not to wet the bed. There are piles of embarrassing and embarrassing things. When facing him, Yun Shuqian doesn't have to worry about his image. Yes, how to stimulate how to come.

The two are indeed in love, but Yun Shuqian never thinks that she is his girlfriend. Of course, this is definitely not because it is more exciting when she can be shameless with him, absolutely not!
It's because she feels that her childhood sweetheart and childhood friend's identity is much stronger than a girlfriend. After all, a girlfriend will become an ex-girlfriend if she is not careful, and a childhood sweetheart can't become an ex-girlfriend, right?
The longest person is him. The two played together since childhood, bickering and fighting every day, their personalities influence each other, and their memories bind each other. This is called an exclusive customized boyfriend.

It's like she planted a boyfriend in the soil since she was a child, caring for him every day, and when he grows up to be a real man, she feels a sense of accomplishment when she pushes him down with her own hands.

His behavior, his habits, and his memories are all marked by her. Even if he is really picked up by other women, other women will always live in her shadow.

The most special person is him, only in front of him can she be so presumptuous regardless of her image, only he can have this ability, can deliberately make her cry when she is obviously happy, and can make her laugh on the spot, There is no other person with such ability in the world.

"Yun Shuqian, why do you grow on my heart everywhere?"

"Stop making excuses for your lust."

"I want to kiss you."

"No."

Yun Shu snorted slightly, turned her face away, and buried her little mouth in his arms.

Song Jiamu stretched out his hand, and gently slid the back of his finger across her cheek. She was sweating profusely, and the back of his finger was wet when he slid it like this.

He gently pressed her face with his thumb, and his index finger and middle finger came down from her delicate chin. He just pinched her chin in a rogue way, and gently turned her face around, making her raise her chin. Poses can be explored much deeper.

Seeing the face getting closer, Yun Shuqian's fair little face gradually turned red, and his reflection was reflected in her eyes.

While feeling her heart beat faster with the palm supporting her back, Song Jiamu pressed his lips to it.

As a result, the girl's voice turned into a humming sound in her tender throat.

She closed her eyes, scratching his back with her small hands, her long eyelashes trembling slightly like butterfly wings.

From the beginning when they couldn't breathe, holding their breath until their lungs exploded, until now, the two have gradually mastered the breathing skills. Every once in a while, the hot and humid breath from each other will spray to each other at the closest distance the tip of the nose.

The summer night is full of brilliance, and the night scene by the Anjiang River is so beautiful. Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian, who are on the stone chair, are silently communicating with each other.

When the two of them parted, Song Jiamu realized that Yun Shuqian's hand had reached under his clothes at some point, touching his chest muscles.

"Why can you but I can't?!" Song Jiamu made an unfair voice.

"I, I didn't do it on purpose! It's all sweat, it's disgusting..." Yun Shu blushed slightly, and wiped the sweat from his little hands on his clothes with a look of disgust.

"This is the first time." Song Jiamu looked thoughtful.

"No, otherwise."

Yun Shuqian twisted her body again, the TV remote control under the cushion was really uncomfortable.

"The first time I fell in love with a boy, the first time I kissed a boy, the first time I sat on a boy's lap, the first time I touched a boy's abdominal muscles..."

"Yun Shuqian." Song Jiamu lowered his head, put his face close, and whispered in her ear, "Did you realize that your first time was all mine."

"Are you proud..." Yun Shuqian was a little dizzy from his kiss, and when she looked at him, her big eyes were also wet.

"Of course, who wouldn't want to have a brand new girl."

At this moment, Song Jiamu suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment of planting a girlfriend in the soil since he was a child, caring for her every day, and pushing her down with his own hands when she grew into the most delicate and beautiful rose.

Song Jiamu lowered his head again.

Yun Shuqian was a little nervous, thinking that he was going to kiss her again, and everyone said that kissing for 5 minutes was equivalent to running two kilometers, and she was about to faint from the kiss.

Fortunately, Song Jiamu just brushed her hair away, buried his face in her neck, and sniffed her breath deeply.

When she sweated, she could produce a faint fragrance. Song Jiamu just pressed her skin against her skin and smelled it for a while, and couldn't help but licked the sweat off her neck.

"Salty, Yun Shuqian, you smell so good." Song Jiamu described.

"Lust, Song Jiamu!"

Yun Shuqian felt hot all over from being teased by him, she put her hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but as he sucked her earlobe, she immediately became limp and lost all strength.

As if giving up completely, she wrapped her hands around his waist, pressed her face against his chest, let the body temperature cause sweat to separate from her skin, and let his tall nose sniff deeply at her neck.

Occasionally, there will be the sound of unfamiliar footsteps passing by the stone chair.

Whenever this happened, she would bury her face deeper in Song Jiamu's arms, and Song Jiamu did the same.

Finally having enough of his addiction, Song Jiamu raised his head. The night air was cool but tasteless, nothing compared to the fragrance from the girl's neck.

Yun Shu blushed slightly, raised her big eyes and stared at him with an aggrieved look.

Just when Song Jiamu thought she was going to pinch him, Yun Shuqian sat down from his lap wickedly, and she sat on a stone chair beside her, fully revealing Song Jiamu's embarrassment.

Just at this moment, a passerby passed by, Song Jiamu hurriedly bent over to step on his feet, his old face suddenly turned red.

"Don't do things that hurt the enemy a thousand and hurt yourself eight hundred!"

"rogue……"

Yun Shuqian blushed and looked at his embarrassment, and after the passer-by left, she put her legs on his again.

"Help me put on my shoes."

"You wear it yourself, I'll take it easy."

"hurry up!"

Song Jiamu had no choice but to hold her leg, first help her put on the sock that she took off, then put on the two white shoes for her, and tie the shoes for her.

The girl's leg was in his hand, he didn't dare to think about it any more.

After the shoes were put on, Yun Shuqian stood up and jumped up and down, among other things, Song Jiamu's skill in helping her put on the shoes was pretty good, neither loose nor tight, they were wrapped just right.

Then she left without looking back, letting Song Jiamu, who couldn't stand up, sit awkwardly on the stone chair.

The girl put her hands behind her back, and looked like she was strolling in the courtyard, admiring the scenery by the river, and only then did the cool night breeze feel comfortable.

After walking for about a few hundred meters, hurried footsteps came from behind.

Yun Shuqian's mood became tense, and she ran quickly.

But she couldn't run as fast as the tall and long-legged guy behind her.

"Yeah! I hate it! Let go!"

With a cry of surprise, she was hugged by Song Jiamu like a girl who was attacked.

Then, she broke a wicker stick, and chased after him with a charming smile.

……

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when Song Jiamu sent Yun Shuqian home.

"Mom, I'm back."

Yun Shuqian closed the door, Xu Ying was watching TV, but the TV was only used as background music, she was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, working with a laptop on her lap.

"I'm home?"

Xu Ying turned her head when she heard the sound, and saw that her daughter was blushing and covered in sweat, she hurriedly said, "Go take a shower first, don't turn on the air conditioner just after running, I'll catch a cold again later."

"Hmm! I'm going to take a shower then."

Yun Shuqian hurriedly slipped back to the room to take a shower.

After carefully taking a shower, she wrapped her delicate body in a bath towel and came out. After the moisture on her skin dried, she changed into her pajamas.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, with her legs together and her heels resting on the white wool carpet, she tilted her head and rubbed her wet hair with a towel to dry some moisture.

There was a knock on the door, Xu Ying opened it and came in.

"Mom, are you still asleep?" Yun Shuqian asked, taking out the hair dryer to dry her hair.

"Tomorrow night, your dad and I are going on a business trip. I don't know how long we will be busy this time. Come and talk to you."

As Xu Ying said, she closed the door, took Yun Shuqian's hair dryer, sat behind her, and gently played with her daughter's beautiful hair with her fingers.

When she was a child, she often helped Yun Shuqian blow-dry and style her hair. Unfortunately, she was busy with work. After Yun Shuqian grew up, it was her daughter who helped her blow-dry her hair more often.

Looking at her daughter who is as tall as her now, the old mother is full of pride. Our daughter is not only beautiful, but also has a good temper. Although she is a little petite, she is sensible and well-behaved.

Mom and Dad are going on a business trip again, Yun Shuqian is still a little disappointed in her heart.

While Xu Ying was blowing her hair, Yun Shuqian was talking to her. The mother and daughter probably talked about trivial matters.

Yun Shuqian asked her mother and father about their work and life abroad, and Xu Ying told her daughter to drink more water, eat on time, eat less fast food, exercise more, and not be under too much study pressure when they were away. .

After finishing blowing her hair, Yun Shuqian took the initiative to help her mother squeeze her shoulders.

Xu Ying sat cross-legged on the bed, Yun Shuqian squeezed her shoulders and beat her back on her back, then took a comb to comb her mother's scalp, and imitated Song Jiamu, massaging her head with her fingers , neck, and then took my mother’s hand and squeezed it for her.

"Mom, are you comfortable?"

"You feel relaxed all over, Qianqian, when did you learn this?"

"...Just, just watch the video to learn!"

"By the way, Mom wants to tell you something."

Xu Ying pulled Yun Shuqian to sit beside her, and she held her daughter's little hand.

Yun Shuqian's mood suddenly became tense, and she could vaguely guess what her mother wanted to say when she came here to chat with her tonight. After all this talk, did she finally want to talk?

She could vaguely guess who it was related to what her mother was going to say.

These days, the connivance of her parents made her seem to have forgotten the scene where her mother ran into Song Jiamu feeding her porridge that day, but after that day, her mother never mentioned it again, and finally she was about to go abroad The night before, couldn't mom help but say it?
What to do, what would mom say?Will she be told not to associate with Song Jiamu anymore?
If my mother really said that, she would definitely not agree.

She can promise her mother everything, except this one.

At this moment, the ostrich girl who was always timid when facing her elders suddenly became brave.

She was nervous, tried to pretend to be calm, pulled the sleeping bear beside her into her arms, smiled in surprise, and said, "Mom... what do you want to say to me?"

Xu Ying looked at her with a smile, and whispered: "It's nothing, Mom just wanted to ask, what do you think of Jiamu?"

"……what?"

Sure enough, the name came up.

Yun Shuqian's heart suddenly rose to her throat, just because of the name of her mother's question, she felt her face start to have a fever.

"What do you think of Jia Mu?" Xu Ying repeated again, observing Yun Shuqian's reaction.

In just a short while, Yun Shuqian's entire face turned red with embarrassment. She didn't dare to look at her mother, but lowered her head guiltily, like a child who has made a mistake.

"He... he's pretty good."

"Tell me."

Yun Shuqian's mind was a little blank, and she couldn't figure out where Song Jiamu was special for a while. This feeling was like eating a certain food. She felt happy and satisfied as long as she ate it, but she couldn't tell. What's so good about this kind of food, is it the taste or the nutritional value?
No, this is exactly what makes Song Jiamu special to her.

If you want to say handsome, someone is more handsome than him, if you want to say he is gentle, there is someone who is more gentle than him.

But it happened to be him, the most special person was him, he was the one who could walk into her heart, he was the first person she thought of when she was happy, and he was the first person she thought of when she was wronged.

As long as she sees his face, she feels at ease, as long as she stands with him, she is happy, as long as he is with her, she feels happy.

She likes him, just like the flowers in Nanxiang, always blooming and yearning for him.

Sometimes the imagination in her heart seems to be separated by a layer of veil, and it needs a little opportunity to break through. When she realized that her feelings for him were not pure childhood feelings, she further realized what it means to like.

Liking is a very strange feeling, so domineering, paranoid and unreasonable, she pursues perfection in everything, but after confirming this feeling with Song Jiamu, he is the most perfect look in her heart.

Seeing Yun Shu blushing and bowing her head in silence, Xu Ying also understood.

Xu Ying smiled and took her hand again, and stretched out her hand to pull the loose hair behind her ears.

"Mom wants to tell you that your dad and I also think Jiamu is very good. If you are also interested, mom agrees with you trying to get together."

"what……?"

Yun Shuqian felt that the whole person was a little confused. The mother told her these things in person, which caused the girl's shyness to wander infinitely from the bottom of her heart to her face. She looked at her toes and her face was so red that it was dripping water.

"Where, what..."

"Damn, you are 20 years old this year. If you like it, try to be around. Take the initiative and be brave. I think Jiamu treats you very differently."

"Mom...you, have you talked to him?"

"No, Mom just told you that I didn't tell your dad what we talked about tonight."

"Me and him...we..."

dear mother!Song Jiamu and I are already going to fly the plane!The aunt next door gave Okamoto, and you are still here, the little windmill Abaaba!

"Then, let's try..."

Yun Shuqian nodded shyly.

(End of this chapter)