Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 185 Who do you think I am, Song Jiamu (subscribe)
"You really don't need me to teach you?"

"No, just go outside and wait to eat, don't underestimate me!"

"Just a spoonful of salt is enough, don't put too much."

"I know, I know, go out, and smell the fragrance later, I will make you hungry."

Yun Shuqian wanted to see how he cooked the dishes, but Song Jiamu didn't let her watch, otherwise she would definitely say a few words. He wanted to cook a meal for her that he himself cooked.

Pressing the girl's slender shoulders with both hands, Song Jiamu pushed her out of the kitchen door.

Yun Shuqian turned her head three times a step, with a look of disbelief on his face.

She didn't go far either, Song Jiamu didn't let her into the kitchen, so she had no choice but to stand at the kitchen door, to see how he cooks.

Song Jiamu put the chopped onions and meat on the plate, and found the seasonings that will be used later, thinking about Yun Shuqian's usual cooking steps, with a serious look on his face, which is quite rare.

Fire first.

Yun Shuqian hesitated to speak, but held back.

After the pot burned for a few seconds, Song Jiamu seemed to have come to his senses, turned off the fire again, picked up the pot and washed it first, and drained the water inside.

Fire again.

Song Jiamu adjusted the firepower clumsily. He was usually busy with cooking and didn't pay attention to how much fire she used.

Like her, put your hand on the top of the pot to feel the heat of the air - obviously, this action is a bit redundant for him, because even if he feels the heat, he doesn't know whether it is the right temperature.

Feeling that it was about the same, he began to pour oil, poured a little bit, and felt that it was not enough, and then added a little more, and then a little more.

Looking at his clumsy but serious appearance, Yun Shuqian felt that he was also very cute. She leaned against the door lightly, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly unconsciously.

Song Jiamu started to stir-fry the meat. He carefully poured the meat into the pot, and there was a rattling sound from the pot. He turned over the pot with the spatula, always feeling that the spatula was very obedient in her hands. Once in his hands, he became disobedient.

But at first glance, it still looks like a chef. After all, it has the bonus of apron and appearance. Let alone how the fried dishes are, at least it is pleasing to the eye.

Song Jiamu remembered the live broadcast that he often saw when watching videos. The female anchor was cooking, wearing a pure and sexy suspender skirt, showing two big white legs, and a large white and greasy skin on the chest. I don’t know how the dishes are. , but it does not prevent many people from coming to 'learn cooking'

Gradually, he smelled the aroma of the meat, and a lot of fat in the pork belly was fried out, so he hurriedly poured the onions in the plate and continued to stir fry.

That's weird, why does he smoke so much when he cooks?
Just as he was thinking about it, the pretty figure at the door walked into the kitchen. Behind him, a white and tender arm stretched out and activated the range hood above the frying pan, and the large expanse of pyrotechnic gas was sucked away by the range hood up.

"... I was a little nervous, I accidentally forgot."

"pig."

Song Jiamu concentrated on cooking, and the girl didn't go out after entering the kitchen.

She stands behind him.

Song Jiamu's abdominal muscles tensed slightly, and a pair of soft hands rested gently on his waist from behind.

First, the index finger and thumb gently pinched the itchy flesh around his waist, and then the rest of the fingers slowly fell down. The arms moved forward, the palms closed together, and got into the gap in the apron. The girl's slender and well-proportioned hands surrounded him. Ten tender fingers clasped tightly around his waist, pressing on his firm belly.

There was a low, long, and pleasant breathing sound from behind. The sound came from the girl's immature throat, and it sounded like feathers were flapping in the ears.

She gave a contented 'hmm', and then Song Jiamu felt a warm and soft delicate body clinging to his back.

They were very tight, as if they would never be separated again, she closed her eyes, with a charming smile on her lips, she rubbed her face against his back like a cat.

The girl's body fragrance and hair fragrance diffused little by little, and together with the smoke and fire from the kitchen, surrounded him, making Song Jiamu's heart settle down warmly.

"Then next time I'm waiting for you to cook, I'll hug you like this too." Song Jiamu said.

Every man has imagined that the girl he loves is cooking, and then he hugs her from behind like this, right?

Being able to cling to her tightly, feeling her twisting in my arms, then resting my chin on her shoulder, and burying my nose between her neck and her hair, I feel very happy and lustful just thinking about it.

"No." Yun Shuqian refused him without hesitation.

If he hugged her like this while she was cooking, would he still be eating?Just eat her and forget it.

"Why can you?" Song Jiamu made an unfair voice.

"I'm the president, and I'm not like you, don't think I don't know, every time you hug me for more than five seconds, you will start to act like that..."

Yun Shuqian complained, but her own hands frivolously touched his soft stomach.

Song Jiamu looked down. Her hands were stuck inside the apron, so he couldn't see her hands, but he could feel her little hands moving around in the apron. Outside is much stronger.

"Sister, don't touch it, don't you have it yourself?"

"It's nothing to do with boys, touch it for me."

"There will be a reaction."

Hearing what he said, the girl behind her froze and pinched him angrily, then hugged him obediently and stopped touching him.

This is her baby tame, it's her Song pig head, what's wrong with it, if she doesn't take advantage of it, can it be given to other women.

Although her hands are calm, it is still a very comfortable thing to hold him like this. The satisfaction in her heart keeps emerging. She closes her eyes and listens to the sound of the frying pan. She sticks to his back and smells his The reassuring smell on my body makes me feel comfortable, and I am not hungry at all.

Yun Shuqian just hung behind him like a koala, feeling like she was about to fall asleep in a daze, until Song Jiamu finished the dishes, she didn't realize it, it was already I was completely absorbed in the satisfaction of holding him like this.

It turns out that standing up can really fall asleep.

Song Jiamu finished packing the last boiled prawns, and then put his hands in from both sides of the apron, and opened her little hands that were clasped on his belly.

Holding her hand, he turned around and gently pinched her delicate nose with his index finger: "Having eaten, are you still sleeping?"

"I, I didn't fall asleep, how could I fall asleep while standing?"

Yun Shuqian blushed, her current state was really as if she had just woken up, and her consciousness was always in a half-dream and half-awake state.

She washed her hands and ran over to see Song Jiamu's cooking.

The boiled prawns are not bad, after all, it only needs to be boiled.

Stir-fried meat with onions... It doesn't look very good, it's been fried for too long, the onions are soft, and the edges of many onions and meat slices are a little burnt, but they are not mushy.

She picked up a piece of onion with her fingers and tasted it. Objectively speaking, the taste was mediocre, a little bland, but subjectively, there was an impression. After all, this was the first time Song Jiamu made it, so it was barely delicious.

"How about it, isn't it delicious enough to cry?"

"It's okay, except for frying for too long, less salt, more sugar, and more oil, there are no other problems."

"..."

"Don't look depressed, it's really delicious, here, try it yourself."

Yun Shuqian twisted another piece of onion, held it high and fed it to his mouth.

Song Jiamu sucked in her fingers together, and sucked for a while.

"It's delicious."

"rogue……"

Yun Shuqian took the food out, and outside where he couldn't see it, she picked up a piece of meat and ate it secretly, sucking his sucked fingers into her mouth.

Eh?Is the evaluation just now wrong?The girl felt that what she ate this time was better than before.

Without the presence of elders, the two of them can eat together without mentioning how comfortable they are.

Put the two dishes on the coffee table, and the two of them sat next to each other on the sofa, cross-legged, or put your feet on the storage compartment under the coffee table, watching TV while eating, no one cares anyway.

It was like this when I was a child. When eating at his house, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian didn't like to eat at the table. They each held a bowl with a lot of dishes, and ran to the TV and sat cross-legged on the floor to eat together.

"Fat meat for you to eat..."

Yun Shuqian bit off the lean meat and ate it, and then put the fat meat in his bowl.

"It's disgusting, Yun Shuqian, I saw you licked the whole piece of meat before taking it out of your mouth."

"I do not have!"

Song Jiamu also picked up a shrimp, gnawed off the shell with his mouth, dipped the shrimp in the dipping sauce, and put it in her bowl.

Both of them ate very happily, and the shoulders in the middle bumped from time to time.

After eating and packing up, Song Jiamu went home, and Yun Shuqian also started typing.

At around 10:30 in the evening, Song Jiamu hugged Nian Nian after taking a shower. She also took a shower, her skin was pink and clean, and her whole body exuded the unique fragrance of a girl.

Song Jiamu sat behind her with a hair dryer and dried her hair. She propped up the bed with both hands, her legs dangling comfortably under her shorts.

Occasionally, Song Jiamu would also think, what kind of wonderful experience would it be if he put his hands in the girl's tight thighs and was caught by her?
Of course, even if you don't do anything, just looking at these white and tender legs dangling is also a kind of enjoyment. After all, no one except him has the opportunity to appreciate this kind of scenery.

Anyway, sooner or later it will be his, and then he must put the kiss on it.

Helping her dry her hair, Yun Shuqian climbed onto the bed, lay down sideways, and pulled the pillow beside her to hug her chest. When a girl lays flat like this, some pillows should be used to block them, and nothing more should be used. The pillow is in the way.

Song Jiamu also came next to her, and lay down on the bed with her. The two of them had no chance to sleep together these few days. This hour at night was spent lying next to each other, watching videos, or playing games that insulted each other. up.

I don't know where the two of them will find such a comfortable bed when her parents come back tomorrow.

Children like to play in bed, and adults also like to play in bed, which seems to be an innate instinct.

The width of the bed is 1.8 meters. When lying like this, the clouds are more than enough, but even if Song Jiamu's head is against the wall, his feet still have to hang out of the bed.

"Yun Shuqian, shall we play horse riding?"

"I don't want you to ride, you are so heavy now."

Yun Shuqian thought she was stupid when she thought about it. At that time, both of them were about the same height and body. When playing horse riding games, she always liked to be a horse.drive ~!

"Then you ride me, it's a supply for you."

"..."

Yun Shuqian was a little moved.

"Huh? How about it, okay?"

"...Don't, you're lustful! You, you just want to be a horse, don't you!"

"Come on, come on, try it."

Song Jia got up numbly, imitating a horse, and bleating.

Yun Shuqian giggled amused by him, and angrily hit him with a pillow.

"Where is the horse bleating? You are obviously a goat!"

"What's the name of that horse?"

"咴咴, chirping, hissing, hey, wheezing!"

"It's still like you learned."

"Go away!"

Yun Shu hit him with a slight smile, but she still couldn't hold back Ma'er's temptation. She giggled, stood up from the bed, and straddled Song Jiamu's back.

Seeing this, Nian Nian also found it amusing, and jumped onto Song Jiamu's back with a light hop.

Song Jiamu carried the girl and the cat on his back and walked around the bed twice.

"ah……"

Yun Shuqian giggled, amused by him, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and wrapped his legs around his waist, but still couldn't sit still, and rolled off the horse with a whoop.

Then Song Ma'er bleated, and rushed over to tickle her with his fingers.

"The horse has rebelled!"

"Oh, hate! hate!"

Yun Shu smiled out of breath, patted him with her little hands, kicked him with her little feet, after some ambiguous fight, her little face was flushed, and her big eyes were also wet.

There is no one in this life who can make her happy as easily as Song Jiamu.

Both of them were tired, and lay down facing each other, each other's breathing was a little short, and their faces were very close to each other.

Song Jiamu looked at her big eyes, so she squinted her eyes, leaned over gently, then closed her eyes, and kissed him softly on his lips.

When they parted again, she became more vigilant and pulled the quilt over to cover herself, for fear that Song Ma'er would become wild.

"It's past eleven o'clock." Song Jiamu reminded the time annoyingly.

Yun Shuqian was very curious, why does it always feel like this hour passes so quickly?Is someone maliciously manipulating time?

"Song Jiamu."

"Ok?"

"you……"

She hesitated to speak, stopped to speak and wanted to speak again, until her little face turned redder, she said in a mosquito-like voice: "Do you want to sleep in my room tonight like before?"

"Meat?"

"What's dirty?"

She froze for a moment, then came back to her senses, covered his head with a pillow angrily, and punched him twice.

"What are you thinking?!"

"Sorry……"

Song Jiamu knew that she actually wanted him to accompany her and sleep with her in his arms. If her mother didn't get up very early these days, the reserved girl would have been unable to bear it.

But he didn't expect her to want him to sleep with her to this extent. After all, Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu will be back tomorrow.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that Song Jiamu didn't speak, she couldn't help asking again, her voice was very soft and sweet, and it made people feel itchy.

"But aren't your parents coming back tomorrow?" Song Jiamu said what she said.

"Then, they didn't get home until four or five in the afternoon. I asked. They didn't end the isolation period until six in the morning, and then they went to the company for a meeting. They would never come back." Yun Shuqian said what he said .

"Let me think about it." Song Jiamu groaned, looking very distressed.

Seeing him like this, Yun Shuqian became anxious, and gently rubbed against him, her tone softer and sweeter.

"Okay? Just for one night. Auntie has no class tomorrow. She won't get up so early on weekends, and my parents didn't come back so soon. After they come back, they can't do this anymore."

"Are you okay? Song Jiamu?"

Song Jiamu couldn't help it, and he was screaming in his heart, saying that it's okay, even if he sleeps well, it's okay, after all, this is the arrogant and domineering president!When did she talk to him in such a coquettish tone?
"Uh, I..."

Song Jiamu still wanted to talk, but Yun Shuqian got up.

I thought she was angry, but I didn't expect that she crawled to the end of the bed, bent down and opened the drawer of the closet beside her, and took something out from it.

"I won't sleep you in vain, this is for you."

He thought it was money, but when she threw it over, Song Jiamu realized that it was one of her socks in his hand.

A very cute little white sock with tender pink lace, soft and soft in the hand, and the texture is very good.

"Yun Shuqian, who do you think I am?!"

"Would you like love, and if you don't want it, give me back."

"...Can I have one more?"

(Dazhang asked for a monthly ticket..)
(End of this chapter)