Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 201 Song Zhutou Visits the Patient (Subscribe)
The figure that was customized before was sent over today.

Song Jiamu secretly hid Yun Shuqian and went to the community express to pick up the order.

The courier package was packed carefully, and after returning to the room, I opened it, and the exquisite figure appeared in front of my eyes.

The little girl from the producer had already sent him a photo of the figure before delivery, and now when she saw it with her own eyes, Song Jiamu still felt quite amazed.

The names of him and Yun Shuqian are engraved on the base. The figure of the two is that he is carrying her on his back. The details are very well done. They restore their hairstyles and some small features on their appearance. Yun Shuqian is wearing a T T-shirt and a small skirt, a small bag and her big blue water bottle that day.

The girl's small head was resting on his shoulders, her bright eyes were looking at him happily, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, a few strands of hair were fluttering in the wind, and a few cherry blossoms were stained on their hair and clothes. petal.

The details are really good. After the previous adjustments, the young breasts have been restored, and the beautiful legs have been made even more finely. When he was carrying her, his palms were on her thighs, and even the sunken skin All levels are well done.

The overall height of the figure is about [-] centimeters. Song Jiamu gently touched the skin of the figure with the back of his finger, and the texture is quite good.

He looked up again, damn it, why are there safety pants under the hand-made skirt? !
deduct money!Money must be deducted!
Well, just kidding, Song Jiamu is very satisfied with the overall handling of the opponent. The little producer girl basically fulfilled all the elements he wanted, and she readily paid the final payment to the other party and sent more A red envelope of 200 yuan.

【thank you boss!Boss atmosphere!The boss made a fortune! 】

[Thank you for your hard work, I am very satisfied, can you also make figures of wedding styles in the future? 】

【can! 】

Girls always say they like boys with a long-term vision, like Song Jiamu, although he is only 20 years old, it does not prevent him from starting to make some small plans for the future.

Take the initiative to add an A before the nickname of the little girl, and add an A before the nickname of the photographer who took photos at Faxi Temple last time, so that they will be at the top of the contact list, and you are not afraid of contacts. I can’t find it after I have too many. As for the future, if I join some housing agency, decoration agency, etc., I don’t need to add A myself. Their nicknames basically have A, and I try to make myself in the client’s contact list. Front.

Life is not easy. Everyone is working hard to live. Although I am still a student, I have experienced the hard work of making money.

A lot of happiness in life comes from hindsight, and you may feel nothing when you are in it, but after a long, long time, many things cannot return to the same mode at that time, and you will start to miss it and feel that there is nothing in life. It's really great to have that period of time, ordinary people can't have youth and feelings about youth at the same time.

Jay Chou also responded to the question 'his current songs are not as good as his previous songs' before, saying that it is actually the memory that adds points, which is indeed very reasonable, but Song Jiamu still thinks his previous songs are more classic.

It's better not to talk about him, and he won't release a new song after talking too much, it's still "ah yes yes yes".

Now that she and Yun Shuqian are back together, Song Jiamu, who has gone through those days, cherishes it even more.

After all, the two have been together since they were five years old, so there is no reason not to cherish it.

At 09:30 in the evening, after taking a bath, Song Jiamu went to Yun Shuqian's house with the cat in his arms.

It was Xu Ying who opened the door, and she was very enthusiastic when she saw Song Jiamu coming.

"Jiamu, come in and sit down."

"Auntie, is Yun Shuqian feeling better?"

Song Jiamu looked into her room, the door was closed, and he didn't know what she was doing inside.

When he came back in the afternoon, he went with her to the community clinic to see a doctor. The doctor said that it might be due to the heat from the sun, and the wind chill at night, and she had a slight low-grade fever. She would be fine after taking medicine for a few days, and asked her to pay more attention to rest.

"Sneezing, sore throat, runny nose, lack of energy, I'm going to get medicine for her, Jia Mu, you come to see her, she must be very happy."

Xu Ying handed the ceramic cup in her hand to Song Jiamu. There was coffee-colored cold medicine in the cup: "Then Jiamu, take it in and give it to her. I will ask her to ask for leave tomorrow and she won't take a break. Tell me about her."

"Uh-huh."

Song Jiamu took the cup and knocked on the door.

There was a knock on the door, and Yun Shuqian, who was lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone, thought it was her mother coming, so she quickly put the phone aside, closed her eyes and lay down obediently.

The body is indeed uncomfortable, but this does not hinder playing with the mobile phone. At this point, if you let her sleep, she will not be able to fall asleep. After all, there is still a medicine that needs to be taken before going to bed.

The girl's brain has a very annoying function, she calls it waiting mode, obviously more rest will make the cold heal faster, but she still needs to take medicine at ten o'clock, which means she can't wait until ten o'clock. To rest at ease, I can only wait slowly for the arrival of ten o'clock, and then sleep after taking the medicine.

Seeing that there was no movement in the room, Song Jiamu gently opened the door.

The kitty also seemed to know that Yun Shuqian had caught a cold, so she didn't rush over and pounce on the bed as usual, but peeked through the crack of the door, sniffed the air, and then trotted in quietly, Jumped on her bed, leaned in front of her face and smelled her breath.

"Meow."

Go back and tell Song Jiamu every year.

Meaning she is alive.

When Song Jiamu turned to close the door, Yun Shuqian, who was lying on the bed, narrowed his eyes and took a peek at him.

Seeing that he was about to turn around, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Seeing that she was asleep, Song Jiamu moved even more lightly. He closed the door carefully, walked lightly to her bedside, put the still hot cup on the table, and looked at her seriously.

The girl's hands were outside the quilt, and she was lying on her side. The nostrils on her side were blocked, and her breathing seemed to be blocked. Lips look a little dry.

Song Jiamu just looked at her like this, without making any movement.

But Yun Shuqian was pretending to be asleep. After being watched by him for a long time, her heart beat a little faster. She wanted to squint secretly to see what he was doing, but she was afraid that he would find out that she was pretending to be asleep.

When she was thinking wildly, a generous and warm hand fell on her smooth forehead.

Her eyelids trembled slightly, she liked this movement so much, it felt inexplicably safe and full of caring.

Song Jiamu touched her forehead lightly, and then gently touched her face with the back of his hand, feeling a little hot.

He picked up the temperature gun on the table and dripped it, and it showed 37 degrees five. Since the afternoon, she had a low-grade fever, and she didn't expect the temperature to go down yet.

Song Jiamu frowned. It's okay to have a cold. Fever is the most uncomfortable thing. Although the body is very hot, but he is afraid of the cold, his head hurts, and he feels dizzy.

Yun Shuqian couldn't see his expression, nor could she hear his inner voice, but she could feel the slight sound of the bed being pushed down, and he sat by the bed.

Suddenly, her little hand that was outside the quilt was held by him.

Unexpectedly being held by him like this, the girl's hand trembled subconsciously.

His palm was so warm and thick, it was very comfortable to be held by him like this.

Her hands are hot and small, almost like a baby, the guy who usually speaks sourly, but after being sick, he looks very well-behaved.

When you have a cold and chills, you will inexplicably want to touch the body temperature of others. Song Jiamu just held her little hand like this, and gently rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. The girl's slightly crappy brows gradually relaxed.

After holding it for a while, Song Jiamu lifted her quilt.

The girl who pretended to be sleeping became nervous again, what are you trying to do by lifting the patient's quilt? !

Fortunately, Song Jiamu didn't reach in to touch her stomach and heartbeat, he just lifted the quilt a little bit, put her little hand in, and tucked the quilt up again for her.

Seeing that one of her little feet was also exposed outside the quilt, he leaned over and grabbed it.

The girl's feet were slender and small. Song Jiamu held her slender heels, feeling warm and moist.

Sure enough, Song Zhutou couldn't help but take advantage of her while she was sick!
What should I do, should I immediately open my eyes and catch him?

The girl pretending to be asleep hesitated, Song Jiamu missed the best chance to play with her feet, he just lifted her quilt and put her little feet in it just like before.

After finishing all this, Song Jiamu still sat by the bed, watched her sleep quietly, waited for ten o'clock to come, and then woke her up to take medicine.

Well, Yun Shuqian admitted that such a heart-warming and considerate Song Zhutou warmed her heart.

Kiss me, you kiss me!
The reserved girl lay down for a long time, but Song Jiamu didn't come up to kiss her in a daze, and she couldn't pretend anymore.

At first, he frowned, then moaned in pain, and by turning around, he rolled towards Song Jiamu, then hugged him in a 'drowsy' way, and put his head on his waist After a while, it seemed as if he had woken up a little bit. He touched his thighs and stomach with his little hands, then raised his head and looked at him with big eyes full of surprise.

"You, when did you come here..."

"Just now, I didn't wake you up when I saw you were sleeping. Are you feeling better?"

Seeing that she had woken up, Song Jiamu also made a sound normally, but the voice was still unprecedentedly gentle, making the girl's ears itchy.

"Headache..." she said uncomfortably, as if she was coquettish with him.

"You have a low fever." Song Jiamu pressed his palm on her forehead again.

"The throat hurts too..." She rubbed his palm like a cat.

"The tonsils are inflamed. Your voice is hoarse. Talk less." Song Jiamu took his palm away from her forehead, and gently smoothed her neck and throat with the backs of his middle and index fingers, and the skin felt warm. Creamy touch.

"And then I still feel cold..." Like a newborn kitten, she just wanted to rub against a warm place.

"Then I'll hold you."

"Is the door locked?"

"..."

Still thinking about this? !
(End of this chapter)