his little candy

Song Guo hugged her thigh, enjoying herself.After playing for a while, Song Guo realized that the only bad thing was... this thigh, always wanting to have sex with him, and then give him the elixir of pregnancy, so that he can give birth to a bunch of little princes.

When the subway arrived at the station, Song Guo got up from Han Che's arms, and Han Che put his arms around his shoulders, and they got off the subway together.

Song Guo was hungry, so Han Che bought him a piece of bread and a bottle of milk at the bakery inside the subway station, and Han Che bought a bottle of coffee.

After the two finished eating, they left the subway station.

"Well, it's so cold."

I didn't think much of it just now, maybe there is a heater in the subway, and when it's warm and hot, the cold wind rushes into the neckline, and I feel bitingly cold.

Han Che was secretly annoyed.

One hundred dense and one sparse.

This manic cold wind, I can't wait to blow all over him.

Han Che pulled off his jacket, wrapped Song Guo in the clothes, and his warm breath fell on the little thing's head, "Is it warm?"

"Warm." Song Guo rubbed the soft and warm knitted sweater on Han Che's chest, frowned again, and raised her head, "But how do you walk here?"

Han Che picked up Song Guo, supported his buttocks, "Nest in my arms, and carry you away."

"No! It's embarrassing." Song Guo had just finished speaking.

They were standing at the entrance of the street not far from the exit of the subway station. There was no one there, but at this moment a woman who was pulling a little boy came over. Seeing them, the little boy said shamefully on his face: "Mom, that brother Shame, Chenchen won't let her mother hug her, but that elder brother is still hugged."

The woman looked over and immediately blushed and patted the little boy's hand, and pulled the little boy away.

Seeing the back of the two leaving, the red-faced Song Guo slid off Han Che's body, covered his face, and stomped forward. Han Che couldn't help but laugh, and could only speed up his pace to keep up.

It's still late autumn.

It's December in just a few days.

Although the morning sun shines on the city, with the gradually manic cold wind, the sun seems to have no temperature.

However, after the storm, the city is full of freshness. The city guards are already cleaning the fallen leaves in the city. The morning dew is clear, and even the ginkgo trees along the street are covered with green.

Walking to Fengfeng Street Street Center Park near Wal-Mart, the leaves of the sycamore trees along the road are falling, the blue sky, the yellow leaves, one glance at the end of the long street, and one glance into the park, red, yellow, green, Pink and orange trees, three parts of autumn colors, two parts into the dust, one part follows the flowing water, and spreads with the flowing water under the small bridge.

Han Che walked around the park in the middle of the street, and Song Guo followed behind.After the new rain in the empty mountains, the sound of raindrops dripping from the yellowed and withered leaves is fresh and ethereal.Take a deep breath, and the breath you exhale is gentle.

There are not many people here, and the road I chose is secluded.

Song Guo wanted to stop playing with her mobile phone, but she walked very slowly. Han Che could only hold the little thing by the cuff, reminding the little thing to watch the road at any time, but the little thing was very badass, and didn't want to go, so he just stood there and stomped Touching his cuffs, he said softly with grievances: "You wait for others."

In fact, Han Che, who couldn't take a few steps in a minute, was very helpless, so he could only turn around, watching someone who was cheating let go of his sleeve, and then began to squat on the ground, playing tricks.

"Baby can't move."

Han Che raised his eyebrows, he knew someone's tricks like the back of his hand and was helplessly pampered.

"Hmm, so..."

The little thing looked around, and when he saw that there was no one, he was very rude.

"Guoguo wants to hug."

Han Che hooked his lips, "Who does Guoguo want to hug?"

"Guoguo wants Ah Che to hug me." Song Guo stretched out his hand towards Han Che.

Han Che frowned, obviously dissatisfied, "Change the name, for example, call my husband 'Old Gong'."

Song Guo's face turned red immediately, but for the sake of acting like a baby, she didn't want to be ashamed for the time being, and said softly and timidly: "Guoguo wants to be hugged all the time."

Han Che approached, supported the little thing on his buttocks, spread his legs and hugged him, then patted the little thing's buttocks, leaned close to his ear, and exhaled a warm breath.

"So nice."

Song Guo was about to kick someone immediately, but was held down by Han Che's palm, and said in a low voice: "Don't move around, you are always covered in mud, and you will be fined to wash your buttocks in the bathtub."

After finishing speaking, Han Che blushed unnaturally, and the scene of last night suddenly popped up in his mind, it was like leaving a deep memory in his mind.

Fortunately, no one saw it, and the curious baby turned around from Han Che's shoulder, looked at Han Che's handsome face, and asked in a daze, "Isn't there a washing machine? Why does Guoguo do laundry?" Then he roared angrily: "Ache, you bully people."

Han Che didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he held the little thing in his mouth for fear of melting, held it in his hands for fear of falling, wishing to bring everything to him, how could he be willing to let his white and soft little hands wash the clothes, such tender skin, if it was touched What should I do if the soap, laundry detergent, and laundry detergent hurt my hands?

"Ache is bad, and Ache bullies others, so you want to hug him?" Han Che smiled jokingly, as if he was waiting for Song Guo to jump inside.

Song Guo blushed, grabbed Han Che's ear, leaned close to it, and said softly, "Ache is Guoguo's Ache, Guoguo is Ache's baby, Ache can only hug Guoguo Being alone is good for Guoguo alone."

The corners of Han Che's lips raised involuntarily, and he walked across the road paved with red stone bricks with the little thing in his arms, stepping on the soft yellow maple leaves, the little thing's fluffy hair was on his lips, and a faint fragrance wafted in his breath between.

It feels so good to smell you in between breaths.

Han Che hugged Song Guo and put him down at the place where he was about to walk out of the park in the middle of the street. Someone happened to be there too. Song Guo could only reluctantly follow Han Che, grabbing Han Che's cuff, and was being carried away by Han Che .

In the eyes of others, one tall and one short, and Song Guo's delicate and soft face, most people think that Song Guo is Han Che's younger brother, but there is an illusion that good-looking people are all from the same family. It is estimated that Song Guo is Han Che's biological brother.

Like a baby afraid of being kidnapped, Song Guo grabbed Han Che's cuff until they arrived at Wal-Mart.

The first floor sells jewelry, Song Guo is not interested, and is dragged in by Han Che. He wants to buy a pair of couple rings, but Song Guo drags them out and walks to another jewelry store, "Here, here."

Song Guo likes to visit the jewelry store very much, because Su Ruan has a little cousin who is only four or five years old. Song Guo actually fell in love with these exquisite trinkets.

Seeing that Song Guo picked up a blue hairband and was about to try to put it on his head, Han Che stepped aside quickly and looked at the little thing vigilantly.

Song Guo suddenly became unhappy, every time he went to the jewelry store with Su Ruan's little sister, what he liked, and wanted the little girl to try it on, the little girl would not refuse.

Han Che looked at the little face that was pulled down instantly by the little thing, frowned, gritted his teeth, and comforted: "How about I try?"

Song Guo was instantly elated.

"Yeah."

Han Che made the last prayer for himself.

"How about changing the color?"

Song Guo mercifully chose a color that made Han Che's heart drop, holding a black headband, "How about this?"

Song Guo has always been holding a men's headband, or the blue headband at the beginning, which doesn't look aggressive enough.

Han Che was still very satisfied with the one in Song Guo's hand, and let him wear it for himself. He hadn't cut his bangs for a long time. Wearing it like this, half of his smooth forehead was exposed, which looked refreshing and sunny, shining in the mirror of the jewelry store Down, it looks clear and full of vigor.

Song Guo looked around and saw no one, so she quickly approached Han Che, and said "Bo" on the side of his face, "It's so pretty." Then she quickly turned her face away.

Then Han Che touched his face in a daze, looked down at the little thing pretending to be picking out accessories, pursed his lips and smiled, and there was a lovely blush on his little ears.

Han Che accidentally caught a glimpse of his silly smile from the round mirror hanging on the wall of the ornament curtain above his head, and quickly pursed his lips, but the corners of his lips still couldn't restrain their upward movement.

Song Guo picked out a black MLB hat and bought that black headband for Han Che. When she came out to check out, she always felt that the two young ladies behind the vending machine were looking at him and smiling very meaningfully.

Song Guo paid the bill with a blank face, and after walking out of the jewelry store and getting on the elevator on the second floor of the supermarket, she quietly said to Han Che, "Don't you think the smiles of those two young ladies just now were a little strange?"

The corners of Han Che's lips raised slightly, and he wanted to rub the little thing's hair, but he held back after seeing the people above him.

"Did you see it when you came out just now?"

"What do you see?"

"Surveillance." Han Che looked at Song Guo with great interest, waiting for the little thing's reaction.

Sure enough, the little thing exclaimed "Ah", and instantly gave him a shameful look, "Why didn't you tell me?" Biting his lip, he wished he could find a hole in the ground and go down.

Han Che pursed his lips, filled with sweetness in his heart, when he saw the little thing biting his lip and silently mouthing towards him.

"You are bad!"

"You bully people!"

"I'm ignoring you."

Han Che smirked, couldn't help rubbing the little thing's head, waited up to the second floor, and took the cart from the door.

Han Che pushed the cart, and Song Guo grabbed Han Che's cuff and entered the daily necessities area.

Han Che was picking out daily necessities when he suddenly felt the little thing stop. When he looked over, he saw the little thing staring eagerly at the front, and in front of him was a baby of a few years old sitting in a stroller. Pushed away by dad.

Han Che approached, "Want to sit?"

Song Guo blushed, "No, I'm not a baby."

Han Che glanced at it. There are not many people in the daily necessities area at this time, and even if there are people, it's okay, because they don't know each other anyway.

Han Che said softly: "Come up."

"Ah?" Song Guo was taken aback for a moment, then was hugged by Han Che and put into the cart.

Before Song Guo could react, the stroller under him was already moving. Han Che leaned close to his ear and said softly, "Have you sat down yet, the stroller is about to start."

Song Guo blushed, a little shy, afraid of being seen, after all, it was a child's play, but it was really fun, as if wrapped in honey, he really wanted to cry out, but he still held back, He just sat in the cart well-behaved, obediently took the cup handed over by Han Che.

Han Che chose for a long time before choosing two, one simple black and one simple white, with two Q-version dolls drawn on the surface of the cup, "Do you use two?"

"And you." Han Che didn't even look at it, he rubbed Song Guo's hair, and handed over two more towels.

Song Guonu said: "But, you have it, and you still want to buy it? Besides, I don't need it when I go home."

Han Che snorted: "Even if I already have it, I still have to buy it." A couple's cup.

How could Song Guo know the little Jiujiu in Han Che's heart.

Han Che turned around again, looked at the little daughter-in-law pushing the cart, and said, "Besides, who said you go home and sleep?"

Song Guo blushed, Han Che squeezed the little thing's cheek, and smiled lightly, "Are you shy?"