Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 12 Let's fight hard!

It must be a trap set by the wicked God, otherwise how could there be so many coincidences with him?

Although she had a harmonious childhood with him, that memory has long been sealed in a corner of her mind by her, but some fragments are still clear in retrospect, so much so that she reappeared in her dream last night .

Yun Shuqian wouldn't tell Song Jiamu that she still remembered this kind of thing.

The communication between the two has never been similar to "Do you remember when we were young..." "Yes, yes! ''And there are...''Haha, that's great! ' and the like.

But now, as long as one party dares to bring it up, the other party will definitely say without hesitation: 'No way, you still remember such a thing?Sure enough, you are to me...'

You will be directly at a disadvantage in the relationship!
"Your face is so red, like a ripe tomato in the field."

It was rare to catch Yun Shuqian's embarrassment, Song Jiamu would not let go of this opportunity, and buzzed in her ears like a mosquito that couldn't get away.

This operation is bad-hearted. After all, telling others 'you are blushing', 'you are crying' and 'you are angry' will always put people at a disadvantage of confrontation immediately.

"You're sick of it!"

Yun Shuqian raised her small fist, and the chattering Song Jiamu quickly distanced herself from her.

He really is a nasty guy!It's also because I changed my opinion of him last night, thinking that he can actually be very gentle, but now thinking about it, it's outrageous.

So much so that when I woke up in the morning, the trace of strange emotion in my heart disappeared now.

Only a fool would marry him!
Inexplicably guilty, Yun Shuqian quickened her pace, not wanting to walk with him.

Song Jiamu is quite curious. He has known Yun Shuqian for more than ten years, and he is very familiar with Yun Shuqian's temperament. What's going on today?

He took the initiative to provoke her, and she actually felt timid?
I don't know what she was thinking, she walked with her head slumped, her two 'short legs' were still walking very fast, and he had to take big strides to keep up.

When Yun Shuqian didn't argue with him, Song Jiamu felt bored. Sure enough, people have strange attributes deep in their hearts.

In a breakfast shop near the community, Yun Shuqian stopped in her tracks.

"Auntie, I want a bowl of San Prawn Noodles with extra coriander."

It was going to school today, and it was too late to cook breakfast by myself, so Yun Shuqian went out to eat.

This store has been open for many years, and the proprietress also knows her, and said enthusiastically: "Okay, girl, find a seat inside, it will be ready soon."

Yun Shuqian entered the shop, the shop was not big, there were many people having breakfast at the moment, so there was only one empty table in the corner.

Holding the backpack in her arms, she sat down and wiped the table in front of her with a tissue. When she looked up, that annoying ghost Song Jiamu also 'followed' her.

"Auntie, I want a bowl of stewed pork noodles with more shallots."

"Okay, young man, sit inside... yo, let's make a table, there's no room..."

"fine."

Yun Shuqian stared at him, looked at Song Jiamu as if he didn't see her, walked over, and sat down across from her table.

Looking up, looking at her murderous eyes, Song Jiamu said in surprise: "What a coincidence, you also come here to eat noodles."

"Hmph, follower..."

"Defamation is against the law."

Song Jiamu didn't give in, and Yun Shuqian certainly wouldn't. In this case, whoever runs away is guilty.

The small table was not too big. On the surface, the two looked calm, but the legs under the table were fighting fiercely.

The four legs are arranged in the order of 'Song, Song, Yunyun', but in order to gain more room for movement, Song Jiamu's right leg and Yun Shuqian's right leg are put together, pushing each other's legs aside .

Yun Shuqian didn't wear a skirt today, just like Song Jiamu, she wore ordinary slacks.

It is said that when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you. Although Yun Shuqian's chest is more youthful and vigorous, her legs are still very beautiful, well-proportioned and slender.

It's just that with such legs, when competing with Song Jiamu, he will definitely lose the wind.

Song Jiamu still had the strength to pour tea from the cup, but Yun Shuqian's face was blushing, she held on to the table with her hands, and exerted all her body, struggling to pin his legs aside.

No... no!

Song Jiamu exerted all his strength, and Yun Shuqian was immediately defeated, and the entire space below was firmly occupied by him.

The girl still refused to admit defeat, so she simply pulled out her right leg and stuffed it between his legs, and then she became the bad posture of 'Song Yun Song Yun'...

Seeing Song Jiamu holding her leg and not moving, Yun Shuqian was ashamed and annoyed, and stomped on him hard with her left leg.

"Ah! What are you doing..."

"You are not ashamed, hurry up and get out of the way...!"

"……Good men do not fight with women."

Song Jiamu comforted herself and let go of her right leg. Yun Shuqian took the opportunity to stretch her left leg over again, and finally changed into the posture of 'Song Yun Yun Song'.

The war subsided and a brief peace agreement was reached. After all, boys could sit with their legs spread apart, while girls could only sit with their legs together, otherwise they would look too unladylike.

"Come here, be careful..."

The proprietress brought up two bowls of hot noodles with a tray.

"...This three-prawn noodle is mine."

"Sorry, sorry, I got dizzy from work..."

The proprietress changed the location of the noodle and continued to work.

Song Jiamu took out his mobile phone, clicked on a drama he was watching recently, broke his chopsticks, and picked out a few slices of coriander from the noodle soup, and then began to eat happily.

Yun Shuqian also picked out the scallions on the soup surface, glanced at him, and said to himself: "If I get rich in the future, I will arrest all those who don't eat coriander, and hello!"

"..."

Song Jiamu was choked up, and the noodles almost sprayed out of his nostrils. He also said, "If I was rich, I would specialize in greening and plant shallots on every inch of land I can see."

"Hmph... naive."

Yun Shuqian muttered, thinking what if the whole world was covered with shallots, she wouldn't eat them anyway.

She is afraid of being hot, so she picks up some noodles first, holds them with a spoon, blows them to cool, and then takes small bites.

Glancing secretly at the guy opposite, his mouth seemed to have no warmth, and he stuffed face into his mouth while chasing the drama.

The drama he watched, Yun Shuqian, had just finished catching up, and it was about a bus explosion.

Maybe it was too obvious, Song Jiamu raised his head in surprise: "I'm handsome today? Why keep staring at me."

"Who's watching you?"

Yun Shuqian ate the noodles, and remembered the phrase "let's make up" that he inexplicably posted yesterday, and the chat last night, and always wanted to ask him some questions.

I don't know how to speak, it seems that the two haven't chatted peacefully for a long time...

She didn't ask until halfway through the noodles, "Song Jiamu, can I ask you a question?"

"can."

Song Jiamu had already finished eating the noodles, and took a spoon to drink the soup: "But you already asked one."

"...Then can I ask you two questions?"

"Okay, but you've already asked two."

"Then can I ask you four questions?"

"You've already asked four."

"...When did I ask you four questions??"

"Now."

Yun Shuqian was so angry that she stomped on him hard.

"The mastermind is the woman with the pressure cooker! And the driver is the accomplice!!"

"...??"

Song Jiamu was stunned. The drama that he had enjoyed watching before became dull in an instant.

Yun Shuqian, you vicious woman!

(Thanks to classmate Chen Shiyi for being the leader, the boss is generous! The boss makes a fortune! Thank you very much for your support all the time!)

　Thanks to the old bookworm who can't write books, my son's reward for playing the king, and the 5000 coins for the one-stop travel, the 1500 coins for the Niwan Palace, a patient, Han Xingba and other students, and the hundred coins for other students. Coin tipping monthly ticket support, thank you~
　　
　
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