his little candy

Song Guo shrank her neck, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and fluttered like butterfly wings, "What's wrong?"

The little daughter-in-law's fair and tender face was as big as a palm, nestled behind a large bouquet of candy flowers, making it even smaller. She looked at him innocently with dark black eyes, and Han Che's full of questioning disappeared into nothingness.

Han Che straightened up, pulled out the candy from Song Guo's arms, peeled off the candy wrapper, and touched the pink lips of the little daughter-in-law. Song Guo opened her lips obediently, took the candy in her mouth, licked it, and let Han Che hold it. At this time, The elevator doors opened.

The two came out of the elevator. Han Che held the candy and touched it to Song Guo's lips from time to time. Song Guo licked it while looking for the key. After opening the door, he went back to the bedroom and accompanied Han Che back to the next door.

Close the door, as if entering a small base where two people are alone.

Song Guo's restraint and uneasiness outside disappeared, and she jumped onto Han Che's body like a little bouncing ball excitedly, and rushed over. Han Che picked up the little daughter-in-law with his backhand.

Song Guo is a bit ticklish. Every time she is ticklish, she always likes to tickle others, especially when Han Che is holding him, she likes to put her hands into Han Che's collar and armpits.

However, Song Guo didn't know if Han Che was afraid of tickling, anyway, every time he scratched, he felt that Ah Che was indifferent, but when he scratched, Ah Che would fight back, hugging him directly on the sofa, and scratching.

Song Guo was not as strong as Han Che, and every time she was scratched, she collapsed on the sofa.

"Mmmm."

After a row of tickling fights, Song Guo raised his head to look at the boy who was pressing down on him, and murmured, "Ache."

"Hmm." Han Che leaned close to the round earlobe of the little daughter-in-law, gently pinched it with the tip of his tongue and twirled it slowly, having a great time.

"It's so itchy." Song Guo giggled, and Ah Che's breath fell on his neck, which was also itchy.

Han Che stood up, poked the little dimple where the little daughter-in-law laughed, and kissed her passionately.

When you smile slightly, I am emotionally moved.

The little daughter-in-law's dimples were sweet, and Han Che moved to her pink lips again, and kissed her, the ultimate sweetness spread between her lips and teeth.

Spent all morning on the couch.

At noon, Song Guo returned home when Song's mother sent a WeChat message.

After returning home, Song Guo remembered that he forgot to tell Ah Che that he bought a ring at the mall just now.

Forget it, give it as a birthday present.

Song Guo was going to make a cake, huh, the photo Ruan Ruan took last time is still here with him.

He has made matcha cakes, but it is easier to use fondant to make complex patterns.

Song Guo also specially bought imported fondant powder, which is extremely expensive.

Valentine's Day is only after the Spring Festival, and it will take a few more days, and there is still time to prepare and study.

According to the past, Song Guo's family drove back to their hometown [-] days before the Spring Festival.

But this year, grandma can't cook anything, and the family plans to get together in Jiangcheng. When the time comes, they will go back a few days ago to burn paper for their ancestors' graves.

Grandma has been in the hospital.

On the day of the Spring Festival.

The family went to the provincial capital to pick up grandma and stayed in Jiangcheng for a few days.

Grandma lives in Song Guo's house, and Song Guo is also happy that she can finally take care of grandma.

"Grandma, do you want some fruit? I'll cut it for you."

"My little grandson." Grandma rubbed Song Guo's head lovingly.

Song Guo narrowed her eyes with a smile, busy like a bee, and made some fruits that the elderly can eat in the kitchen. After all, grandma is getting old and her teeth are not good enough to chew hard fruits.

Song's mother was busy cooking in the kitchen, and relatives would come over to gather in the evening.

Song Guo was chatting with grandma for a while, remembering that A Che hadn't replied to his message this morning, so she glanced at the phone, and there was still no reply to the WeChat message on the interface.

what happened?

Still in bed?

Song Guo glanced at Mother Song in the kitchen, quietly walked out of the living room, and knocked on the door next door.

knock knock.

"Ache."

knock knock.

"Ache."

There was no movement inside.

Song Guo glanced suspiciously, then went back to the house to get the key, and after opening the door, there was no one in the room.

I went to Miaohuang's cat litter to look again, but it was empty.

Even Meow Emperor is taken away?

After calling Han Che, there was no response after a long while.

Song Guo glanced at the display covered with white cloth, and returned home with a dazed expression.

"Where did you go? Your Uncle Chen's family is here. Go downstairs and help me pick them up."

Song Guo lowered her head, looked dazed, walked towards the bedroom as if she had never heard of it, and closed the door.

Song's mother: "Hey, what's going on? Did you ignore my words?"

Father Song: "What are you arguing about? The child wants to be quiet and quiet, so don't make a fuss."

"Song Zhicheng!" Mother Song threw a piece of corn at her, "Peel your corn, hurry up, I'll squeeze the corn juice later."

Song Guo returned to the bedroom, leaned back and lay on the bed.

Mind went blank.

Yesterday, Ah Che secretly ran to his bed and hugged him to sleep.

Today, it's gone.

A Che had never failed to reply to his messages before.

Song Guo looked at the screen of the mobile phone, his blank eyes gradually lost focus, after drops of warmth flowed over his cheeks, there seemed to be a broken streamer in his eyes, and the blurred words on the screen made Song Guo gradually lose focus. No supporting evidence could be found.

Ah Che left temporarily, not because he didn't answer his phone on purpose, but because he returned to the capital.When we arrive in Kyoto, we will send him a message.

Song Guo wiped her eyes and became more awake. She got up from the bed and looked at the cake drawing he designed, secretly absent-minded.

"Guoguo, come out, you are looking for your brother." Mother Song yelled.

Chen Xun's thin face showed a rare blush, and he said unnaturally: "Auntie, I am only a few days older than Guoguo."

Song's mother said: "A big day is a big day, Guoguo is simple after all, so I have to learn more from you, to see how sensible you are."

Chen Xun coughed lightly and did not reply.

After Song Guo came out, her eyes were reddish, she was wearing a pink candy-patterned jumpsuit, and there were two cute little Jiujiu on her buttocks, soft hair, and a sleepy fur on top, When walking, it is up and down, like a teletubbies emitting light waves of love.

Song Guo was listless and didn't say hello to Chen Xun, just sat on the chair behind the table and helped Song's mother arrange the dishes.

"Send a message to your aunt and aunt, and ask when they will arrive?" Mother Song commanded Song Guo.

Song Guo got up and went to the bedroom to send messages on his mobile phone.

"The second aunts are still on the highway, and the second aunt's house is already on Fuchun Road."

After Song Guo sent the message, she returned to her seat.

Chen Xun sat over and looked at Song Guo quietly.

Song Guo didn't pay attention to other people's eyes at all, and the elders who came in answered whatever they asked.

night.

The family formed a mahjong group of four. Mother Song liked to play mahjong after all, so she bought a mahjong machine. Mother Song was lucky in one night and won tens of thousands, while the other three men all lost.

In the evening, the smart TV in the living room broadcasts the Spring Festival Gala, but almost no one watches it except grandma. The rest of the older generation play mahjong and the younger generation play mobile phones. Song Guo entered the bedroom early, After washing up, lying on the bed, watching the fireworks explode in the sky outside the window, my heart paused.

No matter how beautiful the fireworks are, they will eventually turn into dust.

Song Guo lay on the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep for a while, and slowly fell into a dream.

In the dream, Song Guo nestled intimately in Han Che's arms, and Han Che dotingly clasped Song Guo's feet. The picture was very beautiful. They were sitting on a bench under a ginkgo tree, and sometimes the scene changed to the living room. The flower arrangements in the glass vases on the sofa and coffee table were changed again and again, and every time they were stained with water drops, they were fresh and delicate, and the green leaves were all green and verdant.

Ah Che was rubbing his hair, and was about to get up and leave. Song Guo panicked and took Han Che's hand, "Ah Che, don't leave."

Song Guo cried softly, took Han Che's hand in the dream, and rubbed it pitifully on his face, in a trance, as if he had a real touch, Song Guo woke up from the dream, the person standing in front of the bed was not a dream middle man.

Song Guo froze for a moment, looked at Chen Xun's hand being held by him, and let go in embarrassment.

"sorry."

The emotion in Chen Xun's eyes was fleeting, he slowly withdrew his hand, reached into his trouser pocket, and shook his head.

"It's okay, Aunt Song asked me to come in to see if you are asleep, and let me call you out to watch the new year."

"Huh? Shou Sui, okay, I'll come out right away."

Chen Xun nodded lightly, turned around and walked out, Song Guo looked at Chen Xun who disappeared at the door, and beat his head in embarrassment, feeling annoyed and ashamed.

How could he pull the wrong hand, how could he recognize Ah Che's hand?

Song Guo simply washed his eyes and walked out.

At night, Song Guo slept from seven to eleven, and now she was called out, and she was boredly watching the adults playing mahjong in the living room, probably all night long.