his little candy

Han Che leaned forward in an instant, and Song Guo only felt someone pinch the back of his neck. His lips felt hot, and the soft cuff fabric of the young man's white shirt was brushed against his cheeks. After a slight caress, Han Che sucked his lips. , and let go.

Han Che tapped his fingertips on the slightly trembling ruddy face just after being touched, and smiled slightly with curved lips.

"Eat candy? It's so sweet."

"It's still orange."

Song Guo's face was slightly hot, and she said softly, "I just ate a lollipop when I got home."

Han Che's thin lips hooked slightly, and he pressed the back of Song Guo's head, and then moved closer, approached those delicate lips, and licked it lightly, like licking candy, the sweetness penetrated into the taste buds, and then it was like sucking a lollipop , holding Song Guo's face in both hands, and slowly sucked the little cherry lips into her mouth.

half an hour.

Song Guo's eyes were shining with water, Han Che also let go of his teasing thoughts, bent over, held Song Guo's face, and gently "sucked" on that beautiful pink.

"Your lips are so sweet, it's the orange flavor I like."

The young man's clear and faint voice slowly fell into his breath. Song Guo was holding his face, letting the heat rise, and blushing: "Hmm, the baby also likes orange flavor."

With his fingertips, Han Che brushed away the bangs that the little thing blocked on his eyebrows, revealing two indigo eyebrows, with a faint light in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Do you like orange-flavored cakes?"

"I like it." The simple Song Guo didn't think of anything else. When she thought of the cake, small pear dimples appeared on her cheeks, and she said softly, "The orange-flavored mousse is delicious."

Han Che bent his lips, leaned closer to Song Guo's ear, and said something with unclear meaning.

"Orange-flavored fruits are delicious."

Song Guo glared at Han Che, threw the ugly dinosaur doll on Han Che, and said angrily, "Guoguo doesn't taste like orange."

Han Che caught the ugly dinosaur doll, and when he saw Meow rushing in from the balcony, he took advantage of Song Guo's inattention and used it as a cat's nest for Emperor Miao.

Han Che and Song Guo didn't stay in the bedroom for long when Mother Song called out to eat.

Han Che went out with Song Guo, obediently went to the kitchen to serve dishes and rice, Song Guo and Han Che sat on one side, Song's father came out from the study to deal with business, saw Han Che, smiled kindly: "Student Han Che Here we come."

"Hello, Uncle." Han Che quickly got up and said politely to Father Song.

Father Song nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, please sit down."

The dinner table.

Song's mother cooks a lot of dishes.

Stir-fried dishes include spicy chicken feet, pickled pepper chicken feet, Emei eel shreds, spicy crabs, and spicy chicken feet. Song's father had a friend who opened a fish farm and raised eels, so he gave them a lot. Only the spicy crab was bought by Song's mother at the seafood market.

Song Guo looked at the spicy chicken on the table and thought of grandma. The spicy chicken made by grandma was also delicious, and he still remembered the taste.

Grandma Song Guo’s home is in the Northwest Mountain Village, which has been developed into a 5A scenic spot because it is located in a historical and cultural scenic spot and is the former residence of a historical poet.

The mountains are continuous, the clouds are steaming and the fog is surrounding, the bamboo sea is swaying, and there are people in the mountains.

When Song Guo was a child, she liked to go back to her grandma's house the most. It was like returning to nature, returning to nature, and traveling in the mountains.It's just that when I grew up, I often went to various cram schools because of my studies, so I didn't have much time to go back to my hometown.

He still has a hazy memory of living in his hometown for a while before kindergarten.

When I was the youngest, my grandma’s house was still a bamboo building. There was a small lake in front of the small building, in which were raised crayfish, fish, eels, etc. Grandpa liked fishing, and when he caught crayfish, he brought them home, and grandma made boiled water for him. Fish, fried crayfish to eat.

There are outstanding people in the mountains, and every season, various mushrooms and Ganoderma lucidum grow in the back mountains.He likes to follow his grandma to the mountains to catch hares and golden pheasants, to pick wild fruits to make fruit wine, and to dig chicken fir mushrooms, which are more delicious than meat when fried.

Behind the small building is a world of surging clouds and whirling bamboo shadows, just like the bamboo sea in "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" Yu Jiaolong and Li Mubai's swords and swords, that is the bamboo sea in the rivers and lakes.

When I was young, I watched TV series and movies, and I liked heroes in white clothes the most.

He likes to wear the white sheets or white mosquito nets just washed by Song's mother, hold the small wooden sword carved for him by his grandfather, and the telescope made of bamboo tubes, dress up as a hero, run into the bamboo sea, and fight for justice.

Find bamboo beetles in the bamboo sea and burn them to eat, or play with beetles, small flying insects and other friends around him. This is his childhood rivers and lakes.

After growing up, Song's father was promoted and became an executive in the company. With a certain amount of financial strength, he bought several million apartments in Jiangcheng and built a new villa for his hometown.

There is a lotus pond behind the villa, a gurgling stream, an ancient stone bridge, ancient buildings and new villas complement each other, and the bamboo sea is still the same bamboo sea.

The drink is the peach blossom wine brewed by Song’s mother in her hometown. Whenever the peach blossoms and cherry blossoms bloom all over the mountains and fields, the ten miles of lotus, and the fragrance of sweet osmanthus... Song’s mother will go back to her hometown, pick some petals, and make peach blossom cakes, cherry blossom cakes, lotus cakes, and sweet-scented osmanthus Cakes can also make wine and are stored under the tree.

When Song's mother got married, she also brewed a jar of peach blossom wine. It has been 20 years, and it is still stored under the peach blossom tree in front of the bamboo building yard of the old house. She said that she will drink it out when Song Guo gets married.

Song Guo drank the light peach blossom wine, which has just been brewed for a few years, and the taste is not strong, just as sweet as fruit wine.

He looked at Han Che with a smile in his eyes.

Han Che looked at the table of dishes, and it seemed that his little daughter-in-law's cooking skills had really been inherited from his mother-in-law. With a smile in his mouth, Han Che couldn't help but look at Song Guo with a smile. fed up.

Song Guo's heart skipped a beat at Han Che's coquettish glance, and she quickly glared at him, then quickly lowered her head and gnawed on the chicken.

Mother Song also noticed this eye-catching look, and tapped the rim of Song Guo's bowl with a chopstick, "What are you looking at while eating?"

Song Guo quickly ate obediently.

Song's father glared at Song's mother, "Don't be so strict with the child."

Song's mother retorted: "I'm in charge of the child, do you have an opinion? Well, I don't care about it in the future, you can take care of it. Anyway, next month is the round of Guoguo's simulation. If you don't pass the city's exam...we won't say the first place , you can’t make it to the top ten in the exam. From now on, you and Guoguo, you father and son... just kneel on the sofa for me every night, and line up in a row. I won’t make dinner anymore, after you kneel down, you will take turns to make it yourself.”

In front of Song Guo and Han Che, Song's father was humiliated by being scolded by Song's mother for not giving him face. He was so angry that the prestige accumulated in the company on weekdays was useless, pointing at Song's mother and saying: "Eat." Taking advantage of the two children not seeing, she mouthed to Mother Song and said, "I'm going to settle accounts with you tonight."

Song's mother rolled her eyes, picked up a chicken bone for Song Guo, then looked at Han Che and said, "Child, eat more, pick it up yourself."

Han Che nodded, smiled and said, "I know, Auntie."

Song Guo was biting her bones, and there were hills in the small bowl, all of which were dishes picked up by Song's mother and Han Che. Song Guo glanced at Han Che next to her, her delicate brows curled into a splayed eyebrow.

"I can't finish it."

Song's mother heard Song Guo's voice, and said with a tiger's face: "Eat quickly, if you don't finish eating, make a hole and pour it in."

Song Guo was quite helpless, he was 17 years old, not seven, why Song's mother always thought of him as a child, he seemed so childish in front of Han Che.

after dinner.

The Song family didn't have a dishwasher, and Song's mother always washed the dishes. Song Guo and Han Che picked up the dishes, put them in the kitchen, and went back to their room.

Song's mother cooks delicious dishes, especially Sichuan cuisine, which is a must.

Every time Song Guo was able to eat very full, his appetite was spoiled by Song's mother's craftsmanship. When he returned to school and saw the food in the cafeteria, he couldn't swallow it.

Song Guo and Han Che were rinsing their mouths in the bathroom. After Song Guo finished rinsing and went out, Han Che used the mouthwash and went out after washing. He saw the little thing lying limply on the bed, and the bright yellow sweater turned over. Open, revealing the soft little belly, the little thing is rubbing the slightly bulging belly.

"I'm full, why don't you go to the neighborhood and eat some food?"

Han Che came over, holding Little Thing's soft and boneless hand, and kneading it instead of him. The delicate skin was slippery to the touch, and he couldn't help but want to knead it.

Song Guo, who had her eyes closed, was rubbed with a "huh", and when she opened her eyes, she looked slightly complaining, "What are you doing?"

Han Che pursed his lips, "You can't touch it, just touch it after eating, and it will be winter melon belly from now on."

Song Guo pouted: "You are the winter melon belly."

Han Che sneered: "Baby, you are so cute, did you grow up eating cute?"

Song Guo pouted, "Hmm."

The little thing is so cute because of its small size. If it had a small tail, it might be able to fly up to the sky.

Han Che sighed: "My baby, why are you so lazy, what will you do in the future?"

Song Guo nestled in Han Che's arms, "I don't want to move."

Han Che stood up, crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows and looked at someone cheating on the bed, and threatened: "If you grow into a fat pig, then I don't like you anymore."

Someone who was cheating raised his head, "Really?"

Han Che raised his eyebrows as a matter of course, "Of course, how can I, Han Che, drag a little fat pig out for a walk?"

"you go!"

Song Guo jumped up from the bed in an instant and stood in front of Han Che, distraught and indignant. Suddenly, she turned into a little fat pig and was disgusted by Han Che.

Han Che hugged Song Guo immediately, and coaxed, "Let's go down together to digest food."

Song Guo muffled: "No."

Glancing at Han Che with grievances, he hugged Miao Huang who was lazily on the dinosaur doll, and walked out of the balcony.

Is this angry?

Han Che touched the tip of his nose, saying that a woman's face can change whenever she wants, why does his little daughter-in-law also change her face when she says she wants to?

It's the heart of a little daughter-in-law... a sea needle.

Han Che followed disheartenedly, Song Guo sat down on the sofa puffed up, Han Che stood in front of Song Guo, Song Guo turned around without looking at him, Han Che stood in front of Song Guo again, Song Guo He turned around again, but there was no way, he had already turned the corner.

Han Che bent down and rubbed Song Guo's neck, "Are you angry?"

"Well, you despise me, I ignore you."

Song Guo hugged Meowhuang, and she was in a fight, and Meowhuang also flicked his tail at Han Che with a good temper.

Meow.

Miaohuang was so frightened that he quickly jumped out of Song Guo's arms and ran away.

Song Guo glared at Han Che, "Why are you bullying Emperor Meow?"

"Hmm, he dominates you, you belong to me alone."

The love words from Han Che's mouth and the clear voice of the young man are addictive, and Song Guo can blush every time.