Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 11 Marry You

"By the way, did you really get caught by your dad and go home halfway today? [Funny]"

Seeing the message he sent, Yun Shuqian's heart skipped a beat, she held her breath, and her heart missed half a beat.

Thinking carefully about everything that happened today, Yun Shuqian was sure that Song Jiamu hadn't noticed her, maybe the chat just now had aroused his vigilance?

He quickly pretended to be innocent, and replied to him: "Am I still lying to you [hmph]"

"【Funny】【Funny】"

"Well, I thought you saw me, but I didn't dare to come out to meet me because I'm too handsome."

Yun Shuqian was speechless, there is such a shameless guy in the world!

"I'm not bad-looking. If we meet, you must be the one who ran away."

"Then send me a picture and let me see."

"What kind of look do you like? I can P any look you like."

Song Jiamu thought about it, and assembled the appearance of the girl he liked in his mind. She should have fair skin, beautiful long hair, big smart eyes, and a small one that can be hugged as a whole... Uh.

Why is there always a nasty guy who grows on exactly the traits he likes?
"Bye, I'm going to sleep."

"Go to bed so early today?"

"I have class tomorrow."

"We also have class tomorrow morning."

Song Jiamu looked at the time, and it was past ten o'clock, so he cleared his throat again, turned on the voice, and sent her a sentence: "Good night~"

In the dim room, Yun Shuqian huddled under the blanket, with the speaker of her mobile phone pressed against her delicate ears, listening to the phrase "good night" over and over again.

It really doesn't sound like his voice at all!
By coincidence, she also turned on the voice, and with a voice that seemed to be speaking next to her ear, she also sent him a sentence: "Good night~"

After sending, she turned off the screen, her little head got out of the quilt, lay flat on the bed, held the mobile phone on her chest with both hands, her heart beat like a deer, her big eyes looked at the ceiling and blinked, sending out I don't know what I'm thinking.

It's just that I feel weird and bad, my heart is beating so fast, and my whole body seems to be a little hot...

What's going on, Yun Shuqian, your best pen pal is Song Jiamu, you're... a little bit excited?
"Hey, duplicity, student Yun Shuqian, you really treat me..."

Woo, absolutely, absolutely not let him know the truth!
That night, Yun Shuqian tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Sometimes I pick up my phone and want to delete friends, and sometimes I go back to the chat interface to look through the previous chat records...

I finally fell asleep, and at night I dreamed about when I was a child——

The little she and the little him hid in the closet together, the two small bodies squeezed together, holding each other's small hands, the light coming in through the gap, you can see their small outlines, And the other party's big eyes reflecting light spots.

"Song Jiamu."

"Hush, your mother is still outside..."

"Song Jiamu, I will marry you in the future."

"what?"

"I said I would..."

The closet door was opened, and the light came in...

Some dazzling...

She narrowed her eyes, whispered, and rubbed against the bed like a cat.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that it was dawn.

Today is Monday and the weather is sunny.

……

"Song Jiamu! What time is it and you still don't get up!"

"……I'm coming!"

Hearing his mother's voice in a daze, Song Jiamu, who was still under the covers, jumped up from the bed reflexively.

People are awake, but the soul has not yet returned to the body.

Picking up the phone to check the time, there are still 5 minutes before the alarm clock rings.

"Oh……"

Adhering to the principle of not wasting, Song Jiamu fell down straight again, and waited until the alarm clock rang before he began to change clothes and get up weakly.

Young people nowadays are going to bed later and later. It is called going to bed early before twelve o’clock in the evening, and they are embarrassed to say that they stay up late until two or three o’clock.

Didn't you say goodnight to Zhaidai after ten o'clock last night?That's different, good night doesn't mean sleep, but it's time to be alone.

It was still cold in the early spring morning of March, Song Jiamu changed his clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up.

The chubby new toothpaste slanted in the cup is really reassuring.

Brush your teeth and wash your face, wet your hands, push down a certain lock of hair that has been curled up because of sleeping, and simply blow-dry your hairstyle.

Dad hasn't woken up yet, and the company doesn't go to work until nine o'clock. Mom has classes in the morning and wakes up early. She sits at the dining table and eats breakfast.

[The birth rate fell below 996% for the first time, and young people are unwilling to have children?Attacking [-], cracking down on extracurricular tutoring, discussing delayed retirement...]

The video blogger's voice was very clear, and Li Yuan listened with a dignified expression, showing concern for the country and the people.

"If this continues, your dad and I will have to work for another 20 years before retiring?"

"Ah? It's possible."

Song Jiamu didn't have a deep feeling about these things. Like most young people in the comment area, he even had an attitude of watching the fun.

After all, according to his experience of being a child for so many years, it is useless to have children.

He is more yearning for some kind of platonic love, that is, spiritually pure love that pursues spiritual communication and rationality.

For example, staying at home is very good.

"How can this work? I'm still waiting to hold my grandson..." Li Yuan muttered.

"I think Qianqian is pretty good. A girl should be like her. She knows everything, has good grades, is polite, can cook, is sensible and well-behaved, and is pretty..."

Song Jiamu, who was sitting on a small bench and putting on his shoes, gave her a strange look.

"So, Mom, what do you mean?"

"What do I mean, I don't mean anything, I just warn you, learn from others, don't always act like a child, you two are old, you should..."

Li Yuan suddenly ran out of words, and couldn't think of what they should do, so she gave Song Jiamu a look: "Are you still eating breakfast?"

"...It's bread and milk again, I'd better go downstairs and eat noodles."

My mother has been married to my father for so many years, and the number of times she cooks can be counted on one's fingers. It is better to hope that she will prepare a hearty breakfast than to pray that she will find a wife who can cook in the future and let her prepare breakfast for him.

Song Jiamu opened the door with his schoolbag on one shoulder, and the opposite door opened at the same time.

"Yun Shuqian, aren't you secretly monitoring me?"

"It's obviously you, follower!"

Hey, hurry up.

Otherwise, why is she blushing?
　Thanks to the little dinosaurs who love to eat fish, the rewards from the Yusheng family, and the 5000 coins of the Black Death, the 3000 coins of being safe with the situation, the 0907 coins of watching Fengyun Jusan, Shangcheng, mdr1500, and the [-] coins and [-] coins of other students Rewards, thank you all.

　　
　
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