his little candy

Han Che's thin lips curled into a shallow arc: "Then I'll take a look then."

Song Guo gnawed on the chicken feet, almost biting her tongue, and looked at Han Che obediently and pitifully: "Don't let it go."

Han Che said incredulously: "I can't run down... from now on, run with me every weekend."

Song Guo's delicate brows frowned more and more, and she faintly felt that her legs were a little weak, and even the food in the pot that was delicious just now was a little hard to swallow.

He remembers the physical test when he was a sophomore in high school. He ran 1000 meters without eating in the morning. As a result, he almost got sick and collapsed on the playground.

Leave the restaurant and go back to the apartment.

Song Guo wanted to wash her hands and turned on the tap, but no water came.

"Well, there's no water yet."

"I called. Someone will bring water later. Why don't you go to the teaching building first." Han Che walked into the kitchen. The bowls for lunch were still placed on the kitchen bar, and a faint smell filled the space. Han Che opened the screen window to diffuse the smell, and walked out of the kitchen. Song Guo was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.

"What are you playing?" Han Che came over and sat down, and saw the screen displayed on Song Guo's mobile phone screen. Guo Wan's character arrives in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but the emperor is following the script and fighting with other concubines, and the next thing is the plot of Guo's jealousy, but Song Guo clicks No and quits the game.

Han Che tickled Gou Songguo's dumbfounded hair, "Did I neglect my concubine?"

Song Guo rubbed into Han Che's arms, put his arms around his neck, and murmured softly: "It's so boring, it's not fun, every time I play a new game for less than half a month, I don't have any problems. Interested, I don’t know how those players who play to the end stick to it.”

"The baby's mind is all about learning, just like the ones whose minds are all about games." In Han Che's eyes, his baby is the best at whatever he does.

Song Guo rolled her eyes at Han Che's praise, lay in his arms, closed her eyes vainly, and said in a hazy voice, "Hmm, I can't play games softly."

Han Che hugged Song Guo, and his body gradually relaxed. Smelling the fragrance of the little daughter-in-law, his whole body was in a state of extreme relaxation and warmth. Come and live at home."

Song Guo muttered, "Ah? Who is it?"

Han Che: "Ye Chunyin."

"Don't you live in the dormitory?" Song Guo remembered what the principal said.

Han Che felt a headache when he thought of someone dragging his family in under coercion, "How could Star Ye live in a dormitory?"

Song Guo nodded, then frowned suddenly, sat up, and looked back at someone: "How do you know Ye Chunyin? And...why does a girl come to live with you?"

Laughing Han Che saw the vigilance in the little daughter-in-law's eyes, and rubbed his hair with a smile, "Don't think about it wrong."

"Hmm, no."

Little daughter-in-law is always duplicity, how can I fix it.

Han Che bent his lips, "It's okay, let them sleep on the sofa."

Song Guo turned around, and habitually grabbed Han Che's buttons again, "I'm going to have a model next week, so nervous."

Han Che touched the little daughter-in-law's neck, the soft skin was extremely tender, and the image of the little daughter-in-law turning into a piece of white and tender tofu appeared in his mind, and when he twitched, it was so soft that he couldn't use his strength.

"take it easy."

Song Guo looked up at Han Che, and her heart was warmed. It's just that the young man's excellence also put him under invisible pressure. He was afraid that he would not be able to meet the expectations of his parents and stand on equal footing with Ah Che.

After evening self-study.

Song Guo and Han Che changed clothes and went to the bathhouse.

In the changing room in the bathhouse, there were a few students. They were probably very tired from studying at night. There were not many people taking a bath at this time, and several of them were about to leave.

When Song Guo and Han Che walked in, some boys still glanced at them, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed across Song Guo's face.

Wearing pajamas, as soon as he entered the cubicle, before closing the door, Han Che squeezed in.

Song Guo was astonished, her eyes were bloodshot, she glared at Han Che, and was yelling at him in a low voice, wanting to let Han Che go out, but someone closed the door swiftly, "I think they came in only after they left."

Song Guo didn't bother to pay attention to Han Che, and unbuttoned her pajamas by herself, feeling a little uncomfortable, but thought that someone had already seen all of them, so she took off her pajamas and hung them on the hanger next to her.

Han Che didn't want to do anything at first, but after taking off his clothes, he just turned around and saw the little daughter-in-law taking off her pants, and her two petals of white and tender buttocks appeared in front of her eyes.

The school bathroom was so poor that there was no heating. As soon as the two came in, they turned on the hot water in the shower first, so that the air was not so cold when they took off their clothes.

The light in the cubicle was not enough, and the warm white light scattered in the narrow space, lining the back of the little daughter-in-law, as if covered with a layer of porcelain white enamel. Still trembling slightly, Han Che only took one look, then looked away dryly, cursed in a low voice, had no choice but to turn around, took off his pants, stood under the shower, and saw the water rushing down. .

After half an hour of bathing, Han Che's heart was burning like fire. In the end, he seemed to raise his head faintly, so he had to change the temperature. Only by flushing with cold water at any time can he calm down his fever.

Shen Qiu flushed cold water, and only shivered when Han Che put on his clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

"Is it cold?" Song Guo looked at Han Che, touched his hand, the finger bones were cold, even Song Guo trembled, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Han Che secretly gritted his teeth, just now he was in dire straits, but the young daughter-in-law was quite calm and closed her eyes in enjoyment, not noticing anything strange about him at all. This kind of one-man show is really f*cking uncomfortable.

Han Che looked at the little daughter-in-law sadly, and looked around. The light was dark. On the way towards the apartment building, he saw almost no one. He was sad when his hand was held by the little daughter-in-law and stuck on it. On the little daughter-in-law's small face, the warm breath fell between her fingers and fine lines. Han Che's eyes became hot, and his palms curled up slightly, as if he wanted to hold the warmth that was easily lost.

"Little idiot." Han Che chuckled softly.

Song Guo glared at Han Che, put Han Che's hand into his pocket, and held it tightly. Suddenly, the temperature seemed to flow into Han Che's palm, and even the cold fingers returned to the warmth in an instant. When the fingers were connected, Han Che felt his soft and boneless fingers tremble slightly.

The night was deep and silent, and the surroundings were so quiet and empty, only the cool night wind made the ginkgo leaves on the asphalt ground rustle.

Song Guo turned his head to look at the person next to him.

Under the street lamp, Han Che's clear eyebrows and eyes seemed to be outlined by the clear frost and the dim light. He looked like a handsome Hong Kong and Taiwan star on a poster in the [-]s.

Song Guo was fascinated by it, and suddenly, that face seemed to come out of the poster again, approaching his face, the corners of his lips slightly curved: "Does it look good?"

"nice."

Song Guo subconsciously said, and when he finished speaking, he heard someone's clear laughter, and the surrounding area seemed extraordinarily bright, Song Guo's heart was suddenly anxious, restless and secretly happy.

He glared at Han Che, and took a few steps forward.

"hurry up!"

Han Che followed, and before the two of them reached the third floor, they heard a voice of great resentment resounding in the dark corridor.

"Where did you go to get away? You're only coming back at this time."

The voice control light was on, and Song Guo saw Ye Chunyin sitting up from the ground in an indecent posture, with a school uniform sleeping in her arms... Ruan Ruan!

Song Guo almost cried out, that signature light brown curly hair is definitely a soft baby.

"Can't you make a phone call?" Han Che glanced at someone speechlessly, and went upstairs directly past Ye Chunyin.

"My baby is asleep, please keep your voice down, and don't wake up my baby when you make a phone call." Ye Chunyin replied.

Song Guo stood at the same place, looked at Ye Chunyin, and saw Ye Chunyin nodding towards Song Guo, and immediately hugged Su Ruan by the waist.

Yes, hold it up by the waist!

Song Guo didn't even give Song Guo the chance to ask for help, so he hugged Su Ruan, who was 1.7 meters tall, carelessly.

Song Guo swallowed her saliva, went upstairs, and waited for Ye Chunyin, who was holding Su Ruan, to enter the door before closing the door.

After Han Che turned on the light, Ye Chunyin hugged Su Ruan and was about to go to the master bedroom, but was stopped by Han Che, "Wait a minute, there is only one room, you guys sleep on the sofa?"

Ye Chunyin turned around in disbelief, "You let me sleep on the sofa?"

Han Che spread his hands: "Otherwise."

Ye Chunyin gritted her teeth: "Han Sanshui, you poor ghost!"

Han Che replied flatly: "Ye Chuchu, it would be nice to give you a room to sleep in."

Ye Chunyin hugged Su Ruan and put her on the sofa.

Han Che came out of the bedroom with the quilt and pillow in his arms, and threw them to Ye Chunyin.

Ye Chunyin supported her forehead and was about to sit down when Han Che patted her head. Ye Chunyin frowned and turned her head, "Han Sanshui, are you..."

"Daughter's house! Be careful!" Han Che gestured to his legs, especially when wearing ultra-short school uniforms, he couldn't help sitting with his legs spread apart, and his tone emphasized his daughter's house: "Don't dirty my little girl." Daughter-in-law's eyes."

Ye Chunyin glanced at Han Che, closed her legs again, and smiled at the stunned Song Guo: "Hi, I'm Ye Chunyin." She gestured to a certain little one who was sleeping soundly next to her, "Su Ruan's male ...object."

Song Guo touched her ear obediently: "Ah, I'm Song Guo, Su Ruan's friend."

Song Guo glanced at Ye Chunyan, then at Su Ruan, and was about to speak when Han Che dragged her into the master bedroom.

At the foot of the wall in the living room, several barrels of mineral water were placed.

Han Che went in with a bucket, and when he closed the door, he reminded: "By the way, the water is cut off. I asked the principal. It will come tomorrow. I'm poor, so don't use the water there."

"I... just want to use it."

Because there were people in the living room, Han Che and Song Guo washed in the bathroom of the master bedroom.

After washing up, Song Guo was not very kind to share the bed with Han Che, after all there were strangers outside.

Moreover, what he can't let go of the most now is Xiao Ruanruan.

Why is it that looking at Xiao Ruanruan and his girlfriend together, there is still a feeling of worrying that Xiao Ruanruan will be eaten?