his little candy

Han Che walked out after washing up.

Han Che began to wash, and said towards the outside: "The clothes are put on the bed for you. You change them, the clothes washed last night are not dry yet."

There was a set of clothes on the bed, a dark blue denim jacket, an off-white knitted bottoming shirt, British-style skinny jeans, and a Gucci dark brown belt next to it. This was not Song Guo's style.

Song Guo likes to wear fresh and generous college style on weekdays.

However, Song Guo definitely couldn't fit in Han Che's school uniform, Han Che was a head taller than him.

Wake-up music blared outside the apartment building.

Song Guo quickly changed her clothes, and when she came out, she saw Han Che just coming out of the bathroom, looked up and looked at him blankly.

Song Guo touched his ears, tilted his head and looked at Han Che, "Isn't it pretty?"

Han Che coughed lightly, pursed his lips, nodded and said, "It's really pretty, as expected of my daughter-in-law."

Song Guo glared at Han Che, and a blush crept across Bai Nen's face.

Song Guo's sneakers have been soaked by the rain.

What Han Che prepared for him was a pair of half-heeled Martin boots, camel-colored, which fit well with a denim jacket and jeans, so he wouldn't be afraid of being soaked in water.

The wind and rain were still precarious outside the window. After a night, the momentum of the torrential rain has not weakened in the slightest.

There are logistical workers in the school sweeping the water and picking up the branches that were blown off by the storm. The playground is full of students who come to class with umbrellas.

Han Che sent Song Guo to the fork in the road, and then walked towards the classroom of Class F.

Along the way, my mind was filled with the scene of the young daughter-in-law standing shyly at the door just now.

Those legs were slender and straight, and he could feel them most clearly. There was no trace of fat on the thighs, and the lines were well-proportioned, which could not be seen when wearing thick school uniform pants.

Han Che suddenly regretted letting Song Guo wear such clothes that showed his figure.

to the classroom.

As expected, Gu Zheng and others have not arrived yet.

The torrential rain is also a good time for them to skip classes.

However, Jiang Qiuchi has arrived.

Han Che took a look, nodded to Jiang Qiuchi, and sat down in his seat.

The morning reading bell rang.

Less than a quarter of the F class came.

The homeroom teacher walked in with no expression on his face, only nodded in relief after seeing Han Che.

After half an hour.

Gu Zheng, Jiang Tu, and Yu Chenzhou arrived late, just in time for the bottom three.

The head teacher was sitting on the podium, wearing glasses, reading the newspapers that the school ordered for guidance materials.

"Report."

Gu Zheng raised his hand in a standard gesture of surrender, and the classroom suddenly burst into laughter. The class teacher raised his head from the newspaper, glanced lazily at the three of them, and continued to look down at the newspaper without saying anything.

The three of them could only stand outside.

Gu Zheng stood for a while, bored, and signaled to Han Che.

Han Che pretended not to pay attention.

Gu Zheng kept sending messages to harass Han Che.

Han Che raised his eyebrows and said, "Teacher, we have vocabulary checks in English class in the morning."

The teacher in charge snorted and said, "Come in."

"Thank you teacher." The three of them immediately said in unison.

The three quickly returned to their seats and sat down.

Gu Zheng leaned over, "You don't give face, it's not that you can't read early, why are you earlier than us?"

Han Che snorted coldly, and his thin lips curled into a shallow arc: "I'll fuck them all from now on."

There are also some voices reciting words around, but it seems that the classroom is very quiet, as if they have not eaten enough, lazy.

Gu Zheng could only lower his voice and say next to Han Che: "Fuck, didn't you, have you changed your ways?"

"No! You have gone astray. How can you not take a beauty sleep and come to morning reading."

Han Che gave Gu Zheng a sideways look, and reminded, "Recite words."

Gu Zheng complained, "It's not true, is it?"

"Think I'm yelling at you?" Han Che put down a stack of test papers, "Pass it out."

Gu Zheng curled his lips reluctantly, but still had to stand up. When he took the test paper and walked to the front of the podium, he was glared at by the head teacher, and tremblingly said: "Eh... the English vocabulary test paper, Han Che asked me to hand it out."

The key words in the high school book are printed on the test paper. In the English class in the morning, the teacher will randomly check the various meanings of the words written silently.

Gu Zheng sat back after distributing the test papers. Before he could sit still, the head teacher stood up and walked down the aisle.

"There will be a round of simulation next month. Some people in our class, I know you don't want to study, but you still need a high school diploma."

"Don't you want to take the morning reading class?"

Gu Zheng beeped softly: "It's raining heavily."

Who knew that the homeroom teacher could still hear it, and stared in Gu Zheng's direction: "If it rains heavily, you won't come to class, and if it rains heavily, you won't be able to take the college entrance examination?"

Suddenly, the homeroom teacher pointed at Han Che and said, "Han Che in our class studied until three o'clock last night, and came to the classroom early today after six o'clock. He still has full marks in all subjects. You should study a little bit, not to mention full marks, a pass is not bad." .”

"Fuck." Gu Zheng looked at Han Che in astonishment, "It's terrible, did you study until three o'clock last night?"

"Could it be that you studied in bed until three o'clock?" Gu Zheng was very skeptical.

It has to be said that Gu Zheng still knows his brother very well.

Han Che flipped through the test paper solemnly, writing from the top word to the bottom word calmly and smoothly.

On the podium, the teacher was still praising Han Che for learning three points.

Han Che didn't take it to heart at first, but when he thought of the hot little thing last night, he couldn't help thinking of other things, and his face was still a little hot.

Whether he is studying or something else, only he knows.

Han Che coughed lightly, and glanced at Gu Zheng.

"Have a good class."

Gu Zheng wanted to say something more, but Jiang Tu grabbed him with his arm.

"As long as you are blind and meddling in other people's business, how can people still do things if they don't study?"

"Learn Chuan Chuan!"

Gu Zheng rolled his eyes, thinking that Han Che must have something to hide from them, especially with that paralyzed face, he could still smile happily.

After morning reading class.

Outside the window, there was the sound of heavy rain, and the howling wind.

There are many students in the classroom, and they don't really want to go to the cafeteria.

The canteen is quite far from the teaching building, especially when it rains heavily, umbrellas are everywhere after class, and the corridors and stairs are crowded with people.

Some went to the nearest canteen to buy some snacks, Su Ruan wanted to go to the canteen and asked Song Guo to accompany him.

Song Guo was about to agree when she received a message from Han Che.

"go home."

Song Guo's face was slightly hot.

"Ruan Ruan, I'm not going."

Su Ruan was getting up and holding an umbrella, "Ah? Don't you want breakfast?"

Song Guo touched his ears, "I'll go find Han Che."

Su Ruan's face darkened: "Xiao Guoguo, are you with Han Che or me?"

"Don't make trouble." Song Guo gave Su Ruan a helpless look, walked out of her seat, and took down the umbrella hanging from the locker outside the classroom.

"Then bring me some delicious food. I don't want to go to the grocery store anymore. I'm so sleepy. I want to make up for sleep." Su Ruan hung up the umbrella again, and began to lie on the table, closing her eyes as she spoke. up.

Song Guo nodded, and ran back to the apartment building under her umbrella.

The apartment building is relatively close to the teaching building, and there is shelter almost along the way, and only a short section needs an umbrella, so Song Guo didn't get much drenched.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the apartment building.

Obviously, I only saw him in the morning, but now I have expectations again, wanting to see him sooner.

Song Guo knocked on the door, and within a few seconds, he heard footsteps.

Song Guo's heart was pounding, and after opening the door, Han Che looked at him with a smile.

"Running so fast, are you still out of breath?"

The young man's joke made Song Guo's face flushed suddenly, she glared at him, turned around and was about to leave, but was dragged in by Han Che quickly.

Han Che picked up Song Guo with one hand, and closed the door behind his back.

Song Guo was caught off guard, and the umbrella in his hand fell directly to the entrance before it was closed.

He was carried into the house by Han Che without changing his shoes.

Song Guo put her arms around Han Che's neck, was put on the sofa, and stared at him angrily.

"What are you doing? I'm still wearing my shoes."

Han Che bent down, untied the shoelaces, took off Song Guo's shoes, and went to the entrance to get back a pair of fluffy slippers for Song Guo to put on.

Song Guo wore slippers to go to the ground, ran to the dining table, and saw delicious steamed buns, shrimp siu mai, snow pear porridge with white fungus, vegetable salad, fruit platter, and matcha desserts.

"Wow, so rich."

"I'm very hungry."

Song Guo immediately wanted to reach out for it greedily, but Han Che grabbed his little paw, "I haven't washed my hands yet."

Song Guo pouted, and was dragged by Han Che to the kitchen to wash her hands before returning to the table to eat.

Han Che fed Song Guo a mouthful of shumai with shrimps and asked, "Do you have math class in the morning?"

Song Guo swallowed, and said vaguely: "Yes... both the first and second sections."

Han Che took out a tissue, wiped the siu mai oil stains at the corner of Song Guo's mouth, threw the last morsel of siu mai into his mouth, and asked after eating, "Can't you finish the math paper?"

Song Guo just glared at Han Che, "Yeah, my hands are so tired now, but I can still hold the pen, but I can't use my strength."

Han Che said inexplicably, "It will be fine slowly."

"Sleep separately tonight." Song Guo sipped his porridge and muttered.

Han Che frowned, "Why?"

Song Guo wrote lightly: "Well, what if you press my hand again?"

Han Che said firmly: "No, I don't agree."

Song Guo looked at Han Che puzzled: "Isn't it just sleeping separately? Why don't you agree?"

Han Che: "No, just not."

After Han Che finished his breakfast, Song Guo was still eating.

I really don't know how such a small person can hold so many things.

"Don't eat." In the end, Han Che couldn't stand it anymore, "Don't hold on."

Song Guo touched his swollen belly and slumped on the chair, "Help me up, I can still eat."

Han Che gave him a helpless look, walked over, carried Song Guo to the sofa, wiped his mouth gently, and rubbed his belly gently through his clothes.

Suddenly, Han Che seemed to think of something funny, so he made a sound, and finally buried himself in Song Guo's neck with laughter, and breathed hot air on Song Guo's neck.

Song Guo shrank back itchyly, and said puzzledly, "What are you laughing at?"

Han Che gently bit Song Guo's earlobe, "It's so bulging, it really looks like a baby."

Song Guo blushed and pushed Han Che, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"let me go."

"Don't let it go."

Han Che said softly, and stretched his hand up.

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