his little candy

Song Guo was the last one to leave the classroom.

He saw Teacher Lu stop when he walked by Han Che, Han Che said something, and saw Teacher Lu leave with a smile.

Song Guo was the only one left in the classroom, wearing a goose yellow down jacket, like a newborn pistil, and like a ray of warm sun extending from the sky.

When Han Che walked in, he saw the little thing crumpled up on the seat in a pink and tender shape, and his heart was rubbed.

"Get up and go home." Han Che approached, rubbed the little thing's hair, it was soft and slippery, and stroked it smoothly along the crevice of his fingers.

"I don't want to move." Song Guo murmured softly.

Han Che pulled the chair next to him, sat down, approached the little thing's face, raised his eyebrows and asked in a gentle voice, "Don't want to move, and don't want to go home?"

Song Guo snorted, "I want a hug."

Han Che glanced outside the classroom, picked Song Guo up from the chair, hugged him with his buttocks, and rubbed his chest, "What a petite girl."

Song Guo twitched her mouth, put her arms around Han Che's neck, and hummed triumphantly: "That's your favorite little coquette too."

Han Che pinched the little thing's little nose, his eyes were full of affection, "You're really welcome."

Song Guo rolled his eyes, flirted with him, and buried himself in his neck, smelling the familiar fragrance of the young man.

There is a faint smell of cedar, and there is a faint coolness of rime, but it is warm after a long time, and the smell can reach the deepest part of the heart.

Han Che was tickled by the little thing's gentle breathing, his throat rolled up and down, and his clear voice became hoarse, "Puppy, rub it."

"Ho Ho, babies are not puppies."

Han Che turned his head to look at the little thing. There was baby fat on his cheeks, so he looked like a bulging little hamster.

"Hmm, the little hamster's puff is hiding food. What is your puff hiding? Let me see."

Han Che's eyes suddenly became dark, and he pinched Song Guo's chin, and his fingers were about to brush his lips, Song Guo's lips trembled slightly.

"Oh, fuck me, pay attention to the influence, this is a classroom!"

Gu Zheng's voice sounded at the door.

Song Guo pushed Han Che away in an instant, turned his face away, lowered his head, and his face flushed suddenly.

Han Che put Song Guo down, glanced at Little Thing's red, bleeding ears, pursed his lips, and then looked at Gu Zheng with displeasure.

"How did you come?"

Gu Zheng shrugged his shoulders: "Eh, this Thursday is a holiday, let's have an extra day, why don't you go out and play?"

Han Che asked casually, "Where are you going?" He looked at Song Guo who had already packed his things, put the prepared raincoat on Song Guo, put Song Guo on the back of his schoolbag, and took Song Guo with one hand towards the classroom go outside.

Gu Zheng reminded: "It's not out of school yet, can you pay attention, just you high-profile, can you learn from us, no one has been discovered for a year."

Han Che let go of Song Guo's hand, and put his arms around Song Guo's neck.

With this posture, it seems reasonable to say that they are brothers.

Gu Zheng pursed his lips and followed.

The school gate was so crowded with students that it was almost impossible for vehicles to pass through.

Song Guo didn't notify his parents, so Song's father didn't know he was back, so he wouldn't come to pick him up.

There are logistics for clearing the water flow at the school gate, but the torrential rain keeps sweeping in. Standing at the school gate, you can see that the Spring River has overflowed the bank, and you can't see the bridge frame of the bridge across the river.

Holding an umbrella, Han Che frowned and said, "Song Guo and I will go home first. It's raining so heavily, whether we want to play or not, let's talk about it when the time comes."

Gu Zheng nodded: "Hey, that's fine."

Han Che led Song Guo to the subway station.

The situation was serious as the river flooded up, and sure enough, the subway was also suspended.

Han Che and Song Guo could only walk home.

Han Che had never walked back, so he didn't know the route very well, but Song Guo did.

Binjiang Road was flooded, and the two could only walk across the street and walk towards home.

The torrential rain hit, and the umbrella was turned over. Han Che, who was not wearing a raincoat, was immediately drenched by the rainstorm brush, and became a drowned chicken.

Song Guo was not immune either, the wind and rain poured in from the neckline and hit her face.

"Come up." Han Che squatted down.

Song Guo walked too slowly, so it would be night when she got home.

Song Guo lay on Han Che's back, Han Che helped him up, and Song Guo walked faster with the umbrella.

The two returned to the apartment.

Mother Song hasn't come home yet.

The apartment is on the side of Fuchun Road. Although it was raining heavily, the terrain was high, but it was not flooded by the Spring River.

The two went to Han Che's house first.

As soon as he entered the house, Miao Huang, who had been abandoned for a week, rushed over.

"Meow."

"Meow."

Sorrowful and lingering, lingering in thought.

It's not even winter yet, and Meow Emperor has started to call spring.

When Miaohuang saw Song Guo, he ran over quickly, rubbed against Song Guo's legs, turned around, and kept wrapping Song Guo's legs with his tail.

However, Song Guo hadn't changed his clothes yet, and his raincoat was wet, so he didn't dare to touch Miao Huang.

Han Che took off Song Guo's raincoat, Song Guo put on slippers, and hugged Miaohuang on the sofa.

After Han Che changed his slippers, he walked over.

"Go take a bath first, the cold will get worse later."

"Oh." Song Guo went to take a bath obediently.

Han Che also went to the master bedroom to take a shower. After he came out, Song Guo started to boil hot water again before he came out.

half an hour.

After Song Guo came out, she was wrapped in Han Che's bathrobe.

too long.

The bathrobe dragged to his feet, like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

Standing at the bar in the kitchen, Han Che turned his head, looked at it, and smiled softly.

Song Guo was slightly embarrassed, glared at him, and ran over in slippers, poking the chest of the boy who was also wearing a bathrobe.

"What are you laughing laughing?"

"Ok?"

"Don't laugh!"

Han Che grabbed someone's troublesome little finger and said in a low voice, "Don't move around."

Song Guo rolled her eyes, ran to sit on the sofa, hugged Miaohuang, and started to take selfies.

Han Che went to the bedroom and took a bag of 999 cold spirits, brewed a cup, walked to the sofa with it, and put it on the tea table.

"Drinked."

Song Guo was rubbing Miaohuang's fluff, when she saw the cup of dark brown liquid, a trace of bitterness spread to the tip of her tongue.

This is not drunk yet.

He shook his head and turned away disgusted.

Han Che had no choice but to sit up and lift up Miaohuang's tail. Miaohuang instantly ran away from Song Guo with a "meow".

Han Che pulled someone's chin, and Song Guo said in a soft voice, "I don't want to drink."

"It's useless to act like a baby."

Song Guo picked it up and frowned again.

"It's hot."

Han Che raised his eyebrows: "I just brought over, I know the temperature best."

Song Guo glared at Han Che and was forced to drink it down.

Han Che looked at Song Guo and frowned. It was uncomfortable to drink, and he was also uncomfortable in his heart. He wished to drag out the merchant who made the 999 cold spirit and beat him up. Why didn't he make desserts to make his little thing so uncomfortable to drink?

However, Han Che frowned, puzzled and said, "999 cold spirit is not sweet and greasy, how can it be bitter?"

Song Guo had a bitter face, and finally finished drinking, Han Che hurriedly brought another glass of warm water to Song Guo.

"Rinse your mouth."

Song Guo took warm water, went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth and came back, and started looking for Miaohuang all over the room.

"Where is Meow Emperor?"

"Hide it."

Han Che got up, cleaned the cup he had drunk the medicine in, and walked over, seeing the little thing walking towards the outside of the balcony.

"Don't drive, it's raining."

With someone hugging her waist, Song Guo leaned back, "The sofa outside..."

"It's okay, I put on the rain cover." Han Che rubbed the little thing's pink face. After taking a bath, his skin was flushed by the hot water.

The boy's hard hair rubbed against his face, causing a dense numbness.

Song Guo was tickled, shrank her neck, and said in a soft voice, "Where is Meow Emperor?"

"I don't know, don't worry about it." After Han Che finished speaking, he hugged Song Guo by the waist.

Song Guo was startled suddenly, put his arms around Han Che's neck, and glared at him.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you say?"

Han Che carried Song Guo all the way to the master bedroom and threw him on the bed.

Throw him again!

Throw him again!

The angry Song Guo got up with a grunt. Han Che raised his eyebrows, looked at the little thing with his arms around him, and stretched out his hand to grab it. Song Guo dodged flexibly.

"Hey." Song Guo raised his eyebrows proudly.

Han Che ran to the left, and he ran to the right side of the bed.

Han Che turned to the right, and he ran towards the left side of the bed.

The two frolicked for a long while, but in the end they were firmly pressed down by Han Dashen.

"Still hiding or not?"

Han Che raised his eyebrows and looked at the little thing in his arms, then reached out and patted Song Guo's buttocks.

The sound of "snap" was very crisp.

Song Guo's bathrobe had been rubbed up long ago, revealing two slender long legs. Han Che didn't expect that, just a light pat, the sound was quite loud.

Sweeping across the fair skin below, he retracted his gaze restrainedly.

He touched the tip of his nose and looked down to see the little thing crying.

"It hurts."

"You hit me."

"I'm ignoring you."

Song Guo was indeed hurt by the shooting.

He was always afraid of pain, and Han Che was a fierce person, so he felt useless, but actually there was a red mark on Song Guo's delicate skin.

Song Guo angrily pushed Han Che, and Han Che glanced at the red mark, feeling annoyed in his heart.

"I did not do it on purpose."

Han Che, who explained it for the first time, spoke in a blunt but sincere tone.

Song Guo looked at the flickering panic in the boy's eyes above her head, and immediately softened her heart, turned her head, and said "oh" softly.

Song Guo inadvertently moved, and felt a burst of warmth in his legs, as well as the touch of the skin. Only then did the two realize that their legs had already overlapped unintentionally.

The obvious color difference between the honey-colored skin and the fair skin caused a visual sensory shock, making Han Che's eyes darken, while Song Guo's face gradually turned red, and she wished she could cover her face with a pillow.

"Get up." Song Guo muffled.

Han Che looked at the little thing under him, curled his thin lips slightly, and suddenly, lazily leaned forward, completely lying on Song Guo's body, rubbing his soft and tender face, and said in a charming voice: "I can't get up!" ah."

"Why can't you get up?" Song Guo glared at Han Che, his face blushing even more.

Han Che bent his lips, and suddenly, he rubbed down. Song Guo only felt a warm and cool breath scattered in the cochlea.

"Suddenly... embedded."

The author has something to say: no more, I suddenly remembered that today I am an actor, and I am going to call Brother Shanzheng. If I get up early tomorrow, I will update a chapter in the morning to fill in the chapter that was missing today.

No accidents tomorrow, 5 more, everyone remember to watch.But don't pay attention to the flag, Chang Li often stays with the author's baby.

Is there something wrong with my quality?Still ugly?You ran more than half?Or do you despise me more? ←_←