his little candy

Song Guo's neck was itched by Han Che's breathing, she shrank her neck, then turned her head, and opened her eyelids in a daze.

"What do you want to do for classmate Han?"

The soft and waxy voice, even when threatened by others, is well-behaved, like a soft ball that can be kneaded by others.

Han Che wanted to knead, and his action was faster than his thoughts. He kneaded Song Guo's hair that was still a little damp after washing and drying, and kneaded it into a cotton ball.

Han Che took Song Guo's limp hand and rubbed it against his chin, with young stubble protruding from his beard.

The 17-year-old boy also has secondary sexual characteristics.

Green stubble, touching, slightly itchy fingertips.

Song Guo seemed to fall in love with this feeling, rubbing her finger on the boy's chin, touching it without pain, even the tip of her heart was tender.

"Hmm..." Song Guo touched his chin, it was as smooth as tender tofu, not to mention the stubble, the skin on his body was as smooth as suet white jade, so delicate that no pores could be seen, and the hair was thin and shallow , thinner than a girl's skin.

Song Guo doesn't know how many girls envy him. It doesn't matter if you can't see the pores on his face, and the nose is also delicate and small. A young man looks picturesque, with cherry lips and apricot eyes. The "class flower" of Class A.

"Why haven't I grown a beard yet?"

Song Guo looked anxious, staring at Han Che's stubble.

Han Che burst out laughing, pinched Song Guo's cheeks, and rubbed them fondly with his fingertips slippery.

"My dear classmate, you are developing at the age of 17. If you don't grow up now, it doesn't mean you won't grow up in the future. Besides, even if you don't grow up, I won't dislike you."

Song Guo's face was sullen, his expression was extremely serious, and he said in a straight voice: "Hmph, not growing a beard may be due to hormone secretion disorder in the body, don't fool me."

"Then how about I lend you some?" Han Che blinked.

Song Guo walked out of the balcony, washed the handkerchief, spread it out on the rope, and hung it to dry.

"Never."

"Okay, it's time to shave me."

Song Guo turned around and looked at Han Che who was leaning against the sliding door, "Student Han Che can't do it himself?"

Han Che lied without blushing and said: "Scraping yourself is easy to scratch the skin. If my face is broken, it will be your loss."

Song Guo looked at Han Che stupidly: "Why is it my loss?"

Han Che approached Song Guo, encircled him on the balcony and in his arms, with a smile on his lips, and winked at Song Guo, as if the little lamb he had coveted for a long time was about to run into his encirclement.

"Then Song Guo doesn't have such a good-looking male classmate."

Song Guo touched Han Che's chin with soft fingers, nodded thoughtfully, held his chin gently, and said carefully and softly: "Then I will be careful."

Han Che nodded and gritted his teeth. What he said just now was going to make him sour.

Normally, if he spoke in this tone, he must have lost his mind.

If someone touched his chin and kicked his feet, he was so patient today, coaxing the little rabbit to shave him.

Facing his little rabbit, the most boring daily life is like licking a honey pot.

Han Che licked his lips, and there was still an aftertaste on his lips from the scent he took on the little rabbit's shoulder just now.

So sweet!

With an unstoppable smile on Han Che's thin lips, he took Song Guo to his house.

bathroom.

The floor is covered with warm-toned microcrystalline stone tiles, giving off a soft glow.

The tall boy circled the petite boy in front of the washstand, and squatted with his head down, which happened to be at a convenient height for the petite boy's hands.

Song Guo carefully held Han Che's chin, not daring to be distracted for fear of breaking his skin.

He had shaved father Song's beard before, and he was very skilled in the action.

Han Che originally thought that the little rabbit could not shave, and greedily wanted to be the first person for him in everything, but he was quite proficient, and his heart was still slightly sour. Even after hearing that the first one was his future father-in-law, Han Che still A little jealous.

But if it is known that he is jealous of his future father-in-law, he must not be laughed at to death!

The bell rings.

Song Guo reminded: "Call."

Han Che couldn't move, he really couldn't move, otherwise, his skin would be broken.

"I'll pick it up later," Han Che said.

Song Guo continued to move her hands, a layer of foam covered half of Han Che's face, but he was still handsome.

How could there be such a good-looking person in this world, he took up all the good ones, and was born as a flower of the high mountains that people can't match, but people can't help but get close to them.

"It's all right now."

Song Guo scrubbed Han Che clean, and even touched it lightly. The curve of the boy's jaw was smooth but without losing the edges and corners.

"The craftsmanship is really good."

Han Che whistled, looked in the mirror, and smoothed his hair. His brows and eyes were clear and smooth, full of youthful flair.

"He still doesn't understand and never understands that a hug can replace everything..."

"He still doesn't understand or doesn't understand..."

The phone rang several times.

When Han Che picked it up, Song Guo could hear Gu Zheng's smoky voice coming from inside.

"Fuck, God Han, you're still on the bed with your little wife. What time is it, and you're still not out?"

Song Guo blushed suddenly, and looked at Han Che angrily, waiting for his explanation.

As if Han Che didn't see the appeal in Song Guo's eyes, he lowered his head and said, "Come out right away." Then he hung up the phone.

Song Guo muffled, and asked softly, "Why don't you explain?"

"Explain what?" Han Che asked knowingly, looking at Song Guo with malicious intent.

Song Guo blushed with anger, her pitch-black eyes were open, and she couldn't say those two words for a while.

Seeing Song Guo bowing her head in shame, Han Che raised Song Guo's chin with one finger, his eyes fell on the shallow arc of the little rabbit's lips, and he continued to ask, "Little wife?"

Song Guo became anxious, and after a long while, he uttered a few words: "You bully people."

Only then did Han Che look serious, and said in a flat tone: "They are all classmates, and they are just joking. Besides, the little daughter-in-law is so cute, and classmates can also call them little daughter-in-law. Yu Chenzhou is also called Jiang Tu's little daughter-in-law, and Gu Zheng also It's Yu Chenzhou's little wife, but you are my only little wife."

"Really?" Song Guo was full of doubts, "Well...but mother said that she can only be called a young daughter-in-law when she is married!"

Song Guo's mind was full of those words that Song's mother said in front of him after watching the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law fight last night.

He will marry a younger daughter-in-law in the future, and cannot be Han Che's younger daughter-in-law.

He wanted his little wife to be obedient and not be manipulated by her with a whip.

However, if Han Che is his little daughter-in-law.

Song Guo looked at the boy who was a head taller than him with trembling eyes, imagining that he was swinging a small leather whip, the boy was like kneeling on the ground when he was taught by his mother when he was a child, and suddenly trembled.

"What your mother said is wrong, what I said is right. If you don't believe me, if I ask Yu Chenzhou to call Gu Zheng's little wife, he will definitely agree."

Han Che immediately called Gu Zheng.

"Hey, are you still coming out?"

"Yu Chenzhou is beside you?"

"Well, what's the matter?"

Han Che lowered his voice: "Let him answer the phone."

I don't know what Han Che and Yu Chenzhou said.

half an hour.

Song Guo heard Yu Chenzhou and Gu Zheng on the phone playing the role-play of the young daughter-in-law and the old Gong.

"How? Did you hear me? My little daughter-in-law."

Song Guo blushed, always feeling that something was wrong.

On the other side of the conversation, there are two people who are considered farts.

Yu Chenzhou kicked Gu Zheng away: "Go away, you little gays, I won't be with you."

Yu Chenzhou walked away with snot and tears, his miserable appearance looked like someone had blown his ass off, which made Gu Zheng, Jiang Tu, and Jiang Qiuchi behind laugh into a ball.

Jiang Qiuchi put away his smile, and said in a light tone: "Enough, it's just a joke."

Yu Chenzhou frowned, with disgust on his face, curled his lips and said: "Don't make such jokes in the future, it's disgusting."

The expressions of the three people present all changed.

Among the five of them, except for Yu Chenzhou who is straight, the rest are bent into [-] million.

Gu Zheng and Jiang Tu had already rolled the sheets to pieces. Although Han Che was still raising his lamb, he would definitely eat it. Jiang Qiuchi was the most mysterious one, but he never concealed his orientation. .

As for Yu Chenzhou, who just came to the dormitory, he turned on the live broadcast at night and masturbated to the Internet celebrities with big breasts. This aesthetic is no one else.

The atmosphere froze for a while.

"Damn it, who was taking the little daughter-in-law just now?" Gu Zheng looked contemptuous.

Yu Chenzhou glared at Gu Zheng, kicked over the discarded plastic bottle in the corner unhappily, leaned against the grass-covered brick fence, took a deep breath of the cigarette, exhaled the smoke ring, and then uttered angrily.

"I was fucking threatened!"

Jiang Tu took out the cigarette from Gu Zheng's mouth and took a puff. It seemed that he deliberately let Yu Chenzhou notice that the white smoke was hazy and hazy, and his tone was neither salty nor weak: "What are you threatening? I can eat you."

Yu Chenzhou shrugged unnaturally: "Just... promise to help me with tutoring."

Gu Zheng sneered: "Among us there is someone who loves to learn."

"That's right, I also have ideals, so I don't want to be like you scumbags." Yu Chenzhou's junior high school grades are good, otherwise he has no background, and he would not be admitted to Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School.

It's just that since high school, I have been mixed with a group of people who seem to have the same goals, which has caused my studies to fall behind. Now, in the third year of high school, I also want to grind my guns.

Han Che called, and Song Guo was already on the bus, heading this way.

"They've come, we're waiting for them at the entrance."

Gu Zheng closed the phone and said to several people.

Jiang Tu glanced at the time, "I'm going to buy something to drink."

Gu Zheng nodded, squinted his eyes, and said, "I'll go with you."

This November, there is still the sun.

It's just that, there is a burst of cold, a burst of heat, the cold wind and the blazing sun, tortured people enough, wearing thick clothes to avoid the heat, and wearing thin clothes, afraid of the cold wind blowing in, the cold hairs stand on end like rows of soldiers.

Yu Chenzhou looked at Gu Zheng who was clinging to Jiang Tu's neck, and then Jiang Tu's hand that was intentionally or unintentionally around Gu Zheng's waist, with an extremely calm expression.

"They're that kind of relationship."

Surprise flashed across Jiang Qiuchi's eyes.

Yu Chenzhou curled his lips: "I found out a long time ago." He sneered again: "I'm not deaf. Those two grandsons get together every night and make noises. I don't want to know."

"I don't hate it, it's just that this is abnormal, I..." Yu Chenzhou also knew how to explain it.

Jiang Qiuchi understated: "What is normal? Men and women are normal? The annual divorce rate is normal? The cheating rate is normal?"

Yu Chenzhou: "It's not what you mean!"

Jiang Qiuchi was expressionless: "Life is a breath, and people who have the same mind between breaths are alive."

Yu Chenzhou was so stunned that he couldn't laugh or cry: "Hey, I just said one thing, you're going to kill me, you can't be... right?"

Yu Chenzhou's expression gradually froze, and he raised his eyebrows to look.

Jiang Qiuchi wore a black jacket and stood beside the stone sculpture, like a boy engraved in wind and frost.

Serene and bleak, the hustle and bustle around him turned into a phantom.

a long time.

Song Guo and Han Che finally arrived.

Yu Chenzhou and Jiang Qiuchi looked, Han Che was walking in front, followed by a pink and tender tail, holding Han Che's sleeve all the way, as if afraid of getting lost.

Yu Chenzhou clicked his tongue.

Why does it look sticky?

Fuck me!What is he doing with his envious face?

The author has something to say: Yu Chenzhou: Humph, the baby doesn't bend.