his little candy

"Oh." Song Guo replied softly, drooping her eyelashes.

"What kid? Our Guoguo is a man." Song's father came back, changed his shoes in the hallway, put the briefcase on the cabinet, like a roundworm in Song's mother's stomach, glared at Song's mother who was full of excitement, "What are you fooling around with?"

"This isn't a neighbor who just moved in. I see that she looks good, so I plan to show Yuanyuan a look." Song's mother waved her mobile phone, and was about to call Second Aunt Song Guo.

Father Song changed his slippers, walked over, frowned, and said in disapproval, "What nonsense are you talking about? You don't know what your character is, so you just tell Yuanyuan casually. Besides, I don't know how her family is. May I If you don't want to, you just think about it, if it fails at that time, you will lose face, isn't it embarrassing?"

Song's mother put away her mobile phone and curled her lips: "It's not that I see Yuanyuan can't get married, so I want to help."

Song's father looked at Song's mother speechlessly, "Lin Sufen, you just want to find someone for your niece when you see anyone, so you won't be afraid of losing your old face."

Song's mother ignited the fire as soon as the firecracker was lit, pointing at Song's father, her hands shaking in anger, and she was about to rush up.

"Song Zhicheng! What do you mean?"

"Why am I shameless?"

Song's father snatched Song's mother's mobile phone and opened the WeChat column.

The page is full of "Jiangcheng high-quality daughter-in-law groups", and it is understandable to worry about the daughter-in-law for the son in advance.

What "marriage urging team" is there, Song's father is speechless, women like these matchmaking things.

Look at the "Women's Elite Organization Alliance", which contains all the news "So-and-so's son was recommended to Cambridge, so-and-so's daughter was admitted to Harvard, so-and-so nephew's annual salary is tens of millions..."

Song's father glared at Song's mother and quit the group directly.

"Hey, why are you quitting?" Song's mother said anxiously: "I finally joined and paid a lot of membership fees."

Song's father threw the phone to Song's mother, "Look at what you are watching every day! My son educates himself, so he has to compare himself with others?"

"I said it again after you mentioned this. Guoguo didn't get the first place in the exam this time. You can ask why." Song's mother folded her arms, sitting on the sofa, and motioned to Song's father.

Song Guo felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and a chill suddenly rose on his back. The unprecedented situation made him at a loss what to do.

Growing up, I never got second in the exam.

Will Dad be disappointed in him?

Song Guo felt anxious and uncomfortable, with his head down, and his sunken shoulders, like a fallen city.

It can be seen that he is disappointed, and he is even more afraid of disappointing his parents.

Father Song patted Song Guo on the shoulder, and said lovingly, "Guoguo, it's just an exam, it doesn't decide anything. Dad believes you are the best."

The blame Song Guo thought did not appear, and Song's father's understatement made all his fears dissipate.

"Father." Song Guo looked at Father Song, biting his lip, with grievance in his eyes.

Mother Song raised her eyebrows, and suddenly raised her voice: "What can't be decided? How many people are thrown away every year? You can't get the first place in Jiangcheng, where is the whole of Xichuan?!"

Song's father looked at Song's mother who was chattering aside, "I don't want to cook yet."

Song's mother glared at Song's father, and muttered: "Cooking, cooking, you know how to eat, I owe you both father and son." Still got up and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Father Song smiled gently and said, "Don't think about your grades during the holidays, take a good rest, and work as hard as you want when you go back to school."

"Hmm." Song Guo snorted nasally.

After dinner, Song Guo made several sets of test papers.

The hunger reminded him that it was already two o'clock in the morning after finishing the test papers.

He stretched his neck, only to realize that his spine was numb from sitting, and he was lying down stiffly, and could only slowly lift up while rubbing.

Song Guo simply took a shower and washed away his tiredness before lying on the bed.

Habitually open WeChat and glance at Moments.

An idea suddenly popped into Song Guo's mind, and she quit the school forum. After searching, dozens of pages of reply records were displayed.

The earliest time is September.

Host: Whoa, what did I see?Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School has such a good look!

Attached is a photo, the location can be seen to be the school registration office, and the picture of the boy bending over to fill out the information was taken.

Floor 1: This long, smooth-lined leg is attracting leg fans to report!

Floor 2: Little brother is so pretty!

3rd Floor: Ahhhhhhhhhh, let me take you away!

4th Floor: So excited wow!

Floor 5: Let's learn how to call a groundhog together, let's cry together!

Song Guo directly scrolled to the last page, at two o'clock tonight, on floor 10431:

Explosion: The legendary Han Che's WeChat: HC1116

Song Guo copied it, clicked on WeChat, searched, and the interface of personal information appeared.

The nickname is just a simple "HC"

After Song Guo clicked to add friends, she waited for a few minutes, but there was no response.

He was lying on the bed, his biological clock had made his body sleepy.

The night was as cool as water, the evening wind blew the curtains, and a small shadow came in through the open sliding door of the balcony.

Song Guo on the bed had already fallen asleep, and the sound of soft breathing came out.

"Meow~"

The little guy wagged his tail, looked around the room, and finally found a comfortable and warm place, cocked his tail, and got in.

The next day, Song Guo woke up from the bed, and just opened his eyes, a ball of fluffy stuff was folded on the side of his face.

The white fluffy tail swept across his face, Song Guo sat up from the bed in a jerk, and saw the little thing who was also startled, opened its big sparkling eyes, opened its small pink mouth, softly "meow~" With a sound.

How could there be a cat on his bed?

How did you get in?

Song Guo was still a little dazed, looking at the balcony, it turned out that the sliding door was not closed, allowing the little guy to get in.

This is a Norwegian forest cat, with golden-green eyes, staring at him, clean and clear, like the most brilliant gem in the world, with two layers of hair, the upper layer is beautiful amber, and the lower layer is white and flawless fluff.

"What a cute kitty." He was heroic and expensive.

Song Guo stretched out her fingers and touched the cat's ears lightly. The little cat meowed as she watched him, and her ears naturally retracted.

My heart is about to melt.

"Little guy, where is your home? How did you come to my house?"

Song Guo picked up the little guy and smoothed his hair gently. The little guy hummed comfortably. When he stopped, the little cat meowed several times continuously, encouraging him to continue.

Song Guo took Xiao Miao to wash up the whole time, and carried it to the kitchen.

After her parents left for work, Song Guo made hot chicken and yam porridge by herself, and there were sprouts Xiaolongbao made by Song's mother in the refrigerator.

After eating, Song Guo fed the porridge to Xiao Miao. Xiao Miao tentatively stretched out her pink tongue and licked it, then retracted into his arms in disgust, and licked her small mouth delicately.

"do not like?"

Song Guo teased his ears, and Xiao Miao rubbed against his arms, "Meow~"

Song Guo knew that this was a delicate cat.

He put the dinner plate in the dishwasher, and after washing, he was ready to go out to buy food and cat litter for the little cat.

After Song Guo came back, Xiao Miao disappeared.

Song Guo was a little disappointed, put down the things, and searched around the room but found nothing.

He picked up the clothes he changed yesterday in his pocket and was about to carry them to the washing machine, but after searching around, he couldn't find the underwear he changed yesterday.

Song Guo frowned, lowered her eyelashes, and pondered for half a second, feeling a bad premonition.

He opened the sliding door, walked to the balcony, looked around, but couldn't find it.

Could it be that the little meow was naughty and took it away?

Song Guo's fair skin was covered with a layer of pink.

at the same time.

next door.

The kitten nimbly jumped down from the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, landed on the European-style bed with its front feet first.

The room is spotless, and the furniture is only silver-gray at a glance. Apart from high-end luxury, there is no trace of fireworks.

There was a person sleeping on the bed. The little cat had some white object wrapped around its tail. It walked lightly to the head of the bed, lowered its cocked tail, put the white object on the owner's pillow, and rubbed the boy's face back and forth with its tail.

Han Che was awakened by the little cat's tail, turned over, and smelled a faint fragrance in his breath.

what?

Han Che frowned slightly, regained consciousness, rolled up Meow, who had been scratching his face with its tail, and threw it to the end of the bed, where the whiteness of the pillow caught his attention.

He raised his eyebrows and took it over. The small object was stuck to the palm of his hand, with a pattern of a rabbit with a white butt pouting on it.

It's very clean, you can't tell if it's worn or not.

But such a small thing is not his, let alone no matter how small it is, it can be seen that the style is men's underwear.

Han Che stared at Meow with a cold face, not to mention waking him up, and stole the kid's underwear from somewhere.

"Hmph~ where did you go?" Han Che grabbed Meow over.

"Meow~" Meow arched her body, slid out, then curled up the white object with her tail, looked at him with big eyes, and placed it in front of Han Che happily.

With a dark face, Han Che threw the things into the trash can, held down Meow's overturned body, and pointed at his nose to teach him a lesson.

Don't let the parents bring their children to ask for underwear.

He can't afford to lose this man.

After Han Che performed the housework on the cat, he let go of it and went to wash it.

Unexpectedly, after sleeping all night, it was ten o'clock in the morning.

With a rumbling stomach, Han Che was about to order takeaway, but after turning a few pages, he didn't know what to eat, and he didn't have much appetite.

He threw the phone on the bed irritably, took off his pajamas, and the bell rang.

Han Qing's phone call.

Han Che put on his shirt and picked it up slowly: "Hello."

"I haven't woken up yet, what time is it?"

Han Che: "I have something to say."

Han Qing reprimanded, "Boy, this is the tone you are talking to your sister." Then asked: "Have you delivered the gift I asked you to give yesterday?"

Han Che buttoned the button slowly, his thin lips slightly parted: "Give it away."

"That's good. If you live outside alone, you need to establish a good relationship with your neighbors and have someone to take care of you."

……

Han Qing babbled again, but Han Che turned a deaf ear to it. After changing his clothes, he picked up his phone, "It's fine, it's fine, hang up."

"Hey~ you boy," Han Qing was hung up before finishing his sentence.

Han Che could only order takeaway casually, waited boredly in the living room, flipped through a few game softwares, and was bored, and finally clicked on WeChat, and a verification message popped up.

After Han Che clicked on it, his eyes fell on the unfamiliar profile picture and nickname.