his little candy

Han Che rolled his throat, looked down at the little thing with a pale face and tears in his eyes, and coughed lightly: "No."

Suddenly, Song Guo grabbed Han Che's hand and stretched it out to his chest.

"Touch it, isn't it soft?"

Han Che's eyes widened, his face turned red suddenly, his cheeks were so red that he was about to smoke, Song Guo pulled his hand over and squeezed it lightly, as if an electric current rushed into his fingertips, Han Che's hand There was a sudden tremor.

"Soft?" Song Guo asked anxiously.

Han Che pinched again, even a little at a loss, looking at the little anxious face of the little thing, he leaned closer and said, "It's soft, very soft, and it's very comfortable to touch."

"You bully people." Song Guo glared at Han Che, feeling a little ashamed, but what was more anxious now was that his body looked different from others.

Han Che hugged the naked Song Guo in his arms, rubbed the skin on his back, and said softly, "It's all normal, everyone's physiological structure is different, don't worry too much, I don't despise you." Stretching out his hand along the front, he squeezed that place again and again, coaxingly whispering in his ear: "It's so comfortable to touch."

Han Che covered Song Guo's eyes, and couldn't see the surroundings clearly. Song Guo was a little scared, and his lips parted blankly, "What are you doing?"

Suddenly, Song Guo only felt a chill on his chest, and something soft was pressed against his chest.

"Well……"

half an hour.

Only then did Song Guo feel the softness leave, the palms covering his eyes left, his whole body was unbelievably soft, and when he opened his eyes, the young man's face was also flushed with gleams of light.

Han Che got up with Song Guo in his arms, looked down and saw Xiao Nei Nei, the white rabbit with his butt pouted, and immediately rubbed it vigorously.

Song Guo was in a daze, and after being pinched, she pinched Han Che's ear in pain.

"What are you doing?"

"It hurts so much."

He felt wronged by Han Che who only pinched slightly.

night.

The torrential rain has stagnated, the vast blue sky has gradually leaked into the setting sun, and the surroundings are completely new after the rain.

kitchen.

Song Guo wants to eat hot food, but Han Che's refrigerator only has instant food, or expired instant food.

"How about we go out to eat?" Han Che opened the refrigerator and looked at Song Guo, frowning.

Song Guo lay on the bar counter, crossed her legs backwards, and said with a pout, "I don't want to go out."

Han Che shook his head helplessly, walked over, patted Song Guo's upturned buttocks, wrapped his arms around his waist and hips, picked him up, and walked towards the living room.

Han Che separated Song Guo's legs, hugged her and sat on the sofa, and said helplessly, "Order takeaway."

Song Guo patted Han Che on the shoulder, "Wait a minute, I'll go home and see if there is anything to eat in the refrigerator."

Song Guo got up, took out the key from the bag, and ran towards the next door.

The Song family did have something to eat. There were pork ribs in the refrigerator, as well as smoked bacon and spicy sausage from grandma's house.

Song Guo followed Song's mother's good craftsmanship, made sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed Chinese sausage, fried green pepper bacon, baked scallion pancakes, and cooked white fungus and wolfberry soup.

It was all home-cooked food, and Han Che ate it to his heart's content. In the end, the two of them ate more than half of it, and even Miaohuang ate half of the bowl.

Song Guo cooks, Han Che washes the dishes, and the division of labor is clear.

Song Guo likes to cook, and doesn't like the feeling of oily smoke everywhere after cooking. Han Che put the dishes in the dishwasher, cleaned the kitchen, and walked out.

"Let's take a picture."

The little thing is lying on the sofa, hugging Miaohuang, posing in various poses.

Song Guo looked at Han Che, took a quick photo of him with his mobile phone, and then started to frantically make P pictures.

Seeing his face being photographed in various ugly photos, Han Che made the little thing giggle, so he smiled helplessly, willing to let him take the photos.

Han Che pulled Song Guo and patted his little butt, "Stop playing, how much homework do you have?"

Song Guo said "Uh", turned over from Han Che's body, ran to pick up the schoolbag, and then came running again, took out all the test papers in the schoolbag, and stuffed them into Han Che.

"It's all here."

"so much?"

Song Guo curled her lips: "The teacher still thinks there are too few, anyway, I don't care how many test papers I have to do."

Han Che rubbed the little thing's head, "Good baby."

"Hmm." Song Guo took out a test paper, sat in front of the coffee table covered with blankets, and started to do the questions.

There was a pack of Liqun on the coffee table. Han Che glanced at it, leaned over to take it, pulled out one, and was about to light a cigarette when he saw the little thing looking at him eagerly.

"Does the smoke taste good?"

Han Che's eyes were light: "Have you ever smoked?"

Song Guo shook his head.

Han Che scratched the little thing's upturned nose, "Good boy, no smoking."

Song Guo said "oh", then turned around obediently and went to do her homework.

Han Che picked up the cigarette, got up and walked towards the balcony, opened the sliding door, and walked outside the balcony, with the cigarette in his mouth, the lighter clicked, the flame lit the cigarette end, and after taking a puff, white smoke lingered in the middle of the room. In the half-bright eyes.

After standing there for a long while, before the end of a cigarette was lit, Gu Zheng's phone call came in.

"What are you doing?"

"smokes."

"Damn it, God Han actually smokes too. It can't be an afterthought."

"Get out! Talk about something." Han Che said in displeasure.

Unexpectedly, Song Guo, who had no intention of studying, also ran out, secretly stood behind Han Che, heard Gu Zheng's voice on the phone, and asked Han Che inexplicably.

"What kind of smoke is it afterwards?"

"Is it tasty?"

"Is it better than the cigarette you smoke now?"

Gu Zheng on the phone heard, "Damn it, she's really Han Shen's little daughter-in-law."

He shouted loudly again: "Sister-in-law, after the incident, the cigarettes are the cigarettes that Han God smokes after kissing and hugging you."

"Then what you're smoking now is after-the-fact cigarettes. Didn't we come here to kiss and hug right after we got home?" Song Guo said innocently.

Han Che gritted his teeth, rubbed Song Guo's hair, picked him up with one hand, and said to Gu Zheng on the phone: "Teach my baby badly again, just wait and see!" Looking at Song Guo tenderly, he said : "Don't listen to Gu Zheng's nonsense, this guy can't spit out ivory."

Gu Zheng laughed loudly: "Don't tell me, I'm joking, by the way, God Han, will you come out to play later?"

Han Che frowned: "What time is it, let's play."

Gu Zheng snorted softly: "It's only seven o'clock the fuck, you're going to sleep? Are you living an old age early, or have you already started living as a couple?"

"What are you playing?" Han Che said speechlessly.

Gu Zheng regained his energy, "Isn't there a street basketball game in Jiangcheng, or they want me to ask you, do you want to participate?"

Han Che frowned, and said in a low voice, "You know I won't touch streetball again."

"The ghost knows what you think? Others tell you not to play basketball, why are you so obedient?"

"Besides, you don't play streetball, and now you often hang out with us in the club. Whether it's really a joke or not, you know for sure."

"Okay, tell me where are you?"

"This side of Qinghe Street, the basketball court in the middle of the street."

Han Che nodded and said, "I'll come over later."

Gu Zheng Youzai Youzai: "Bring my sister-in-law along."

"Stop worrying about yourself." Han Che reprimanded in a low voice.

After Han Che hung up the phone, Song Guozhan looked at him expectantly, and pursed his lips: "Let's go."

"Shall I go too?" Song Guo was eager to try.

Song Guo usually spends weekend entertainment with Su Ruan, shopping and game halls, or holding dolls, these are easy to play.

I don't know what Han Che and the others will play when they go out.

Han Che hugged Song Guo in the master bedroom, "Put on your clothes and go with me."

After Song Guo changed his clothes, Han Che led him to the underground garage.

When Han Che's remote control turned on a silver-gray Bentley Mulsanne, Song Guo looked at Han Che in astonishment. It turned out that Han Che's classmate is really a rich man.

Moreover, the parking space in the underground garage is very expensive. When Song's father bought a car, he hadn't bought a parking space yet, so he could only park the car in the nearest public parking lot outside the community.

The car he drives is a multi-million Bentley Mulsanne, and he pays [-] to install window glass. I heard from my mother that his room decoration is in the millions...

It turns out that classmate Han Che and him are not only very different.

Han Che opened the car door, stuffed the little thing in, and then sat on the driver's seat. After putting on the seat belt, he turned his head and looked at the little thing, only to find that his little thing was a little unhappy.

"what happened?"

Song Guo shook his head.

Han Che rubbed Song Guo's hair, entered the destination, started the car and drove towards Qinghe Street.

Qinghe Street is not far from Fuchun Road, only ten minutes away.

At Qinghe Street, Han Che's Bentley drove into the garden in the middle of the street. When he went in, he saw a dozen people standing on the basketball court, and several sports cars and racing motorcycles parked outside.

Han Che parked the Bentley on the other side, and after the door opened, Gu Zheng ran over from afar.

"Come on!"

Han Che and Song Guo got out of the car and dragged Song Guo towards the basketball court.

Gu Zheng smiled again, and greeted Song Guo: "Good evening, little sister-in-law."

"Good evening." Song Guo was a little timid, her voice was already soft and waxy, but she was frightened by Gu Zheng's Batman-like basketball uniform tonight, and her voice disappeared more and more.

Han Che also looked at Gu Zheng speechlessly, "What kind of taste is this?"

"I'm Batman." Gu Zheng spread his wings and wanted to fly, "I, Batman, will definitely be able to soar into the sky later, none of you can vote for me."

Not only Gu Zheng, Jiang Tu, Jiang Qiuchi, Yu Chenzhou and others were also there, and when they got together, they all nodded towards Song Guo.

Song Guo was a little shy, but standing beside Han Che, she inexplicably gained confidence, and nodded towards them.

Song Guo looked around curiously, until Han Che dragged her to the center of the basketball court, and saw a dozen teenagers in basketball uniforms standing opposite.

Among them, the young man standing in the front wore a black headband on his forehead, his short hair was flamboyant, his sword eyebrows were sharp, and his outline was sharp.

It was November weather, and he was still wearing a jersey with his arms exposed, only wearing wrist guards on his arms and wrists. He had well-defined muscles and a slender body, about 1.8 meters tall, about the same height as Han Che.

Song Guo looked down at the shadow of herself and Han Che on the basketball court, and exhaled angrily, what a short man.

The young man held a basketball in his hand and turned around boredly. When Han Che arrived, he slightly opened his eyelids, raised his eyebrows and looked at Han Che, with an obvious arc on his lips.

"Hehe, the rumored Jingzhong Rukawa Maple, a generation of city grass in Kyoto, doesn't look bad."

The author has something to say: Don't you think Han God loves Xiao Guoguo's little butt? ? ?

Don't you think it's cute to pat your little butt? ? ?

Has no one mentioned this cute point? ? ?

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