Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 224 Don't Be Too Arrogant (Two in One)

"Auntie, I'll help you move."

"It's heavy, Jiamu, be careful."

"It's okay, I have great strength!"

At eight o'clock the next night, Song Jiamu came to Yun Shuqian's house to help Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu carry their luggage when they were about to go abroad on business.

Counting the quarantine time, Yunlin and Xu Ying have been back to China for a month. Unfortunately, they have not finished their work abroad, so they still have to go back to work. This time they came back mainly to celebrate their daughter's birthday.

Working hard is also to create a better life for her daughter. Although she is not by her side, the old Song family will help take care of her, so the couple can rest assured. Before going out this time, they specially invited the old Song family to have a meal together. meal.

"Auntie, how about I drive you to the airport."

"It's okay. It takes a long time to go back and forth. It's already eight o'clock in the evening. The car we called has already arrived, and it's outside the community."

"Uncle and aunt will go abroad for a long time again?"

"Well, it depends on the situation. It will probably take a few months. If the epidemic can be stabilized, Jiamu and Qianqian can go abroad to play together during the summer vacation. The scenery there is still good. Going out more often will gain a lot of experience. .”

"I haven't been abroad yet, but after the exam is over at the end of June, we should also have a holiday."

"Then review well during this time. Jiamu can come to Qianqian to review together. She is bored at home by herself, so the two of them study together. You can ask each other if you have any questions."

"All right."

Song Jiamu and Uncle Yun were pulling two heavy suitcases, Xu Ying was wearing the elegant dress when she came back, and she was stepping on high heels, and Yun Shuqian came down with her, and her mother was talking to Song Jiamu At that time, she seemed to be invisible, standing next to Song Jiamu, but it made people feel that she didn't exist.

Last night, my mother chatted with her for a while, but she didn't go into details, she just let her try to be with Song Jiamu, which made the reserved girl feel quite ashamed. It was the first time that Mom talked to her about being in love.

Similar to what I felt at the time, probably only the conversation my mother had with my aunt when she came to my aunt many years ago. It was a stage of physical growth, but this time it was a stage of psychological growth.

Mom and Dad really don't think of her as a child anymore. Topics like love and marriage, which were thought to be far away before, also appear in her chats with her parents.

Yun Shuqian didn't dare to tell her mother that she was actually with Song Jiamu, holding hands or something, it was just as normal as eating and drinking, after all, her parents were going back to work abroad again, Just let them go away with peace of mind, lest they drop their jaws in shock.

In short, since the mother asked her to try to be with Song Jiamu, the girl's hanging heart finally let go, like a horse that has been let go of the rein, her hot blood I can't help rushing to my heart, just wanting to run wildly on the prairie.

"This big and small bag, are you going out again?" Uncle Liu, the guard who was enjoying the shade, also greeted.

"That's right, Uncle Liu, I have to trouble you to take care of Qianqian again."

Yunlin smiled, and put the bag of fruit that he brought down on the table next to Uncle Liu.

"Hey, what's the use of this, the kid from the Song family is watching..."

Uncle Liu hurriedly brought the fruit fortress back to Yun Shuqian. Yun Shuqian said that there were a lot more at home and let Grandpa Liu eat by himself.

Walking to the gate of the community, a car also stopped here.

Song Jiamu went over to help open the trunk, put the two suitcases in with Yunlin, and tidied things up.

Xu Ying held Yun Shuqian's little hand and whispered. As an old mother, what she talked about was the same advice that had been repeated thousands of times, such as drinking plenty of water, staying out of the sun in hot weather, and what to eat in the refrigerator. Cook and eat first, take care of yourself, don’t go out alone at night, remember to bring an umbrella in your bag, remember to wear a mask when there are many people, find a time to call your mother every day, when your mother is not around, you have something to do You can ask Jiamu or your Uncle Song for help, pay attention to safety when going out to play...

It seems that my mother still treats her like a child, but this kind of nagging about treating her like a child, there is no one else in this world except my mother.

Yun Shuqian's nose is a bit sour, her parents have spoiled her for 20 years, and sometimes she would think that she will never get married in this life, and stay by their side as a baby girl.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you marry into the next door. Anyway, it's close to her mother's house, and her uncles and aunts are kind to her. Although Song Zhutou is a nuisance and a pervert, she can barely accept it.

Xu Ying's voice became softer, she leaned closer to her daughter's ear, looked at Song Jiamu who was helping to put the luggage over there, and said softly: "Jiamu is really good, you, take the initiative, don't play petty temper , My precious girl is no worse than anyone else, no matter what, mom supports you, you know."

Just now, she felt her nose was a little sour, but suddenly she felt her nose cleared up, and a blush slowly climbed onto her pretty face. She lowered her voice and elongated with anger and annoyance: "Mom...!"

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, you can do it yourself."

Xu Ying took two steps on the spot to drive away the mosquitoes outside. Seeing Yun Shuqian looking at her high heels, she also smiled and said, "When I come back next time, Mom will take you to buy a pair of nice high heels."

"I, I don't like it, it must be uncomfortable to wear."

Yun Shuqian sneaked through her mother's high-heeled shoes. The mother and daughter's shoe sizes are similar. Compared with flat shoes, high-heeled shoes are really uncomfortable to wear. She doesn't like them, but they are really beautiful, and Song Jiamu probably likes them very much.

"Try it. You have to try everything. If you don't try, how will you know?"

Xu Ying smiled, her tone seemed to be pointing, she looked at her daughter, and then at Song Jiamu.

dear mother!We are already trying it!If you try to go deeper, something big will happen! !
Boom, the luggage was put away, and the trunk door was closed, Song Jiamu clapped his hands and walked over.

Although wearing high heels, Song Jiamu was still much taller than Xu Ying.

Xu Ying looked up at him, then took out a tissue from her bag and gave it to Song Jiamu.

"Jiamu, wipe off your sweat, it's hard work for you to move this again."

"It's okay, Auntie. I don't feel tired because of the hot weather."

Song Jiamu smiled, took the tissue to wipe off his sweat.

"I heard from Qianqian that the book you wrote will be on the shelves tonight, right?"

"Yeah, it's going to be on the shelves at zero o'clock."

"Then go upstairs and hurry up, we're off, Jiamu, Auntie has to trouble you to take care of Qianqian again."

When the mother said this, Yun Shuqian turned her back, rolled her eyes, and kicked a small stone to play, as if she didn't need others to take care of her.

"Don't worry, Auntie. I will definitely take good care of her. If there is anything, I will tell you as soon as possible."

Song Jiamu patted his chest to reassure.

Xu Ying smiled brightly: "With Jiamu, we can rest assured. Qianqian usually has a little temper. You don't have to spoil her. She is duplicity, but in fact..."

"Mom—dad and the driver are waiting for you!" Yun Shuqian finally couldn't help turning around and interrupting her mother's words.

Let my mother go on talking, Song Jiamu will use chicken feathers as arrows!

"Okay, okay, let's go then."

At the time of parting, Xu Ying realized that she had talked so much and had been nagging for a long time.

She walked to the car, got in the car, and with the windows down, she waved to the two young men standing beside her.

"Go upstairs, there are a lot of mosquitoes outside."

"Yeah, Dad, Mom, bye~"

"Uncle and aunt, I wish you success in your work!"

"well."

Yunlin and Xu Ying smiled, started the car, left the community, turned a corner, and disappeared from sight.

The city at night is gorgeous, and the neon lights are reflected on the faces of Yun Lin and Xu Ying in the back seat. As the street scene gradually changes from familiar to unfamiliar, the two of them seem to have a piece of their hearts at home.

When I came back this time, I found that my daughter and the boy next door seemed to have the right eyes. What will happen when I come back next time?

Xu Ying tilted her head and looked out the window, with a smile on her lips, her thoughts drifted away.

……

It wasn't until the car disappeared from sight that Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian looked away.

The two turned their heads tacitly and looked into each other's eyes.

"Yun Shuqian, what was your mother talking to you just now? It's been so long." Song Jiamu asked curiously, squatting down quickly, and slapped to death a mosquito that had just landed on the skin of her calf.

"Ah, what are you doing! You beat me as soon as my parents left!"

"...It's a mosquito, I'll hit the mosquito."

Song Jiamu aggrievedly opened his palm to show her, and sure enough, there was a slapped mosquito without blood, which meant that this mosquito was not a stuffed ghost.

He wiped off the mosquitoes with the paper towel that he had just wiped off his sweat, and asked again, "So what did your mother tell you just now?"

"Why are you so curious? It's none of your business."

Yun Shuqian patted her beautiful calf while walking into the community. There is no mosquito control at the gate of the community, and there are too many mosquitoes in summer nights.

Song Jiamu hurriedly followed and said, "Why is it none of my business? I always feel that the chat between you and your mother has something to do with me. When your mother told me just now, I thought she was going to marry you to me , as if entrusted for life."

"Song Jiamu, I think you should eat mosquitoes."

"What?"

"Song Toad, you are too whimsical, why would my mother tell me this?"

"'Jiamu, you have to help Auntie take good care of Qianqian, she usually has a little temper, you don't have to spoil her, she's a duplicity, but she actually loves you to death'" Song Jiamu repeated angrily pinching his throat What Aunt Xu just said to him.

"...You want to die! You obviously don't have the following words!"

"Isn't that interrupted by you? If you don't interrupt, I guess my aunt will definitely say that. 'She, I love you so much'"

"Shameless, go to hell!"

Yun Shuqian was ashamed and annoyed, she was ashamed enough when her mother told her that there was something and nothing, and Song Jiamu even came to tease her.

She waved her little hand, stopped beating the mosquitoes, and slapped Song Jiamu's body.

"She, I love you so much—!"

Song Jiamu repeated what he said just now, and ran into the community, while Yun Shuqian chased after him and beat him.

Uncle Liu just peeled a Sydney pear to eat, and looked at the two people who ran in one after the other.

Why are you fighting again?

He took a bite of the pear, which was crisp and sweet, but unfortunately his teeth were not so good because of his age.

……

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Song Jiamu finished typing, hugged the computer and the cat, and gave a report to Li Yuan, who was yawning and about to go to bed.

"Mom, I'm going to Yun Shuqian's house to code. I may not be back until very late tonight. Turn off the lights and go to bed first."

"It's already eleven o'clock, how about writing?"

"It won't be on the shelves until twelve o'clock. We made an appointment to put it on the shelves together. I'm leaving."

"……be careful."

Song Jiamu closed the door, then went to the door next door, took out the key Yun Shuqian gave him, and opened the door.

It's been a long time since I inserted the key into the lock of her house!

When the key slid into the keyhole, Song Jiamu's mood also surged with excitement.

Ever since Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu came back, they had to ring the doorbell every time they went to her house. Otherwise, it would be too arrogant to use the key she gave to open the door of her house in front of uncle and aunt.

Opening the door, the living room was lit, and it was quiet. Song Jiamu was still a little uncomfortable and felt a little guilty.

But he quickly comforted himself, why is he guilty? He didn't ask Yun Shuqian to get the key, but she gave it to him and asked him to come over tonight.

Nian Nian ran into the house in a hurry, smelled the air, and ran to the door of Yunlin and Xu Ying's room to have a look.

"Meow wow."

It means that there is no one, so you can mess around.

"Don't mess with things every year."

Song Jiamu walked into the room. Her door was closed, and she was probably taking a bath inside.

He tried to turn the doorknob, but unfortunately it was locked as before.

Obviously the bathroom also has a lock, what does it mean to lock the two doors behind the back!
"Are you taking a shower?" Song Jiamu patted on the door and asked.

"... Wait outside for a while!" Sure enough, her voice came from inside, and it became very quiet through two doors.

Song Jiamu waited for another 15 minutes.

Nian Nian was lying on the floor, sticking his nose to the crack of the door. It wanted to tell Song Jiamu that now Yun Shuqian had come out in the room, and she hadn't put on any clothes yet, but the kitten could only meow, and she didn't know why. tell him.

As usual, after taking a shower, Yun Shuqian wrapped her body in a bath towel and came out of the room to dry the moisture on the surface of her skin before changing into sleeping shorts and pajamas.

With wet hair wrapped in a towel, she opened the door.

"You said you were taking a bath half an hour ago, why did you take so long?"

Seeing the door open, Song Jiamu rushed inside with a smirk: "I'm coming in!"

"what."

Yun Shuqian exclaimed, seeing his rascal appearance, hurriedly wanted to close the door.

But Song Jiamu moved very quickly, and immediately reached the door. No matter how hard she tried, the door could not be closed.

When he stepped in, Yun Shuqian saw that things were not going well, so she quickly abandoned the door and ran away, smiling coquettishly as she was about to hide under the blanket.

But he firmly grasped her little hand again, she didn't succeed in running, but Song Jiamu pushed hard, and she fell into his arms.

Song Jiamu held her two hands with one hand, and the other hand was bent around her white and tender legs. With a light force, the delicate girl was hugged by him.

"Hate! Hate!"

Yun Shuqian was startled and laughed, pushing his face to prevent him from putting his lips on it.

"Song Jiamu, you are finished, I want to tell my mother that you bullied me!"

"I didn't bully you."

"You picked me up! Let me down quickly!"

Song Jiamu looked terrified by her warning, and quickly pulled his hands back. Yun Shuqian, who was hanging in the air, suddenly felt a strong sense of weightlessness, pushing her heart into her throat, she With a loud sound, he fell down and landed on the soft bed.

I don’t know if it’s because the quality of the bed is good, or because her body is full of energy, like lying on a trampoline. When she touched the bed, she bounced up a little more, with her legs bent and her heart pounding in her throat. The child fell back into the stomach again.

Before she could recover, Song Jiamu rushed over again, holding her with one hand, pressing both hands above her head, and the other arm around her amazingly slender waist, his face rapidly enlarged in her pupils , until the tip of their noses touched each other.

After this ambiguous squabble, the breathing of both of them was a little short, and the tip of their noses was sprayed with hot and humid air, and they were breathed in by each other in the next second.

"Yun Shuqian, can I put my whole body on top of you?" Song Jiamu asked politely.

"No." Yun Shuqian looked into his eyes and said, her legs had already bent her knees, pressing against his stomach, preventing him from pressing down.

"But your mother just said that I don't have to spoil you."

"You, you dare?!"

Yun Shuqian's face was already blushing, and the door was still open. If the two of them were in an ambiguous posture a few days ago, their parents would probably have a heart attack.

"Do you want to listen to me or my mother?"

"..."

Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled, he thought about it and didn't speak.

"Do you want to listen to me or my mother?" Yun Shuqian asked again.

Because the tips of their noses were touching, when she was talking like this, the lips of the two also had slight contact, which was so tender and itchy, that Song Jiamu really wanted to suck her, so as not to let her make any more noise.

"Listen to you, because you are the president." Song Jiamu said.

"Humph."

Hearing Song Jiamu's answer, Yun Shuqian was very satisfied.

She raised her chin slightly and pressed her lips together as a small reward for him.

When Song Jiamu Shisui Zhiwei wanted more, Yun Shuqian turned his head away again.

"Now, I order you."

"what?"

"Let go of my hand."

Song Jiamu let go of her little hand that was pressing on top of her head.

"Help me up."

Song Jiamu slid his palm against the gap between the bed and her slender back, and gently pushed her up to sit up.

"Hold me to the edge of the bed and sit."

She was sitting in the middle of the bed, her arms stretched out flat in front of her.

Song Jiamu stood outside the bed sensiblely, leaned his upper body over, let her arms wrap around his shoulders, he separated her legs, supported her knees with his palms, and dragged her to the bed.

This posture was a little shameful, and it reminded Yun Shuqian of the scene in the video.

She blushed and kicked her legs, not to let him separate her legs like this again, always feeling like she would be attacked.

"Now, blow my hair."

Yun Shuqian sat on the edge of the bed, her pair of white and tender legs dangling comfortably. She was barefoot, with her heels resting on the wool carpet, and her ten lotus-like toes wiggled playfully.

Because they were dragged to the bedside by Song Jiamu, the shorts slid up partly, revealing the round buttocks and a pair of complete and slender legs. The pure and delicate feeling emanated from the skin of the thighs. After the girl bathed The fresh and sweet fragrance permeated the whole room, making Song Jiamu, who was standing in front of him, lower his head and couldn't look away.

"Blow my hair!"

Seeing that Song Jiamu was still standing in a daze, Yun Shuqian raised his leg and kicked him. Then, like a clockwork, he skillfully took out the hair dryer from the drawer and sat behind her.

"Yun Shuqian, there is still half an hour to go on the shelves. After I become the president, I will let you do all the things you did to me."

Song Jiamu made a forbearable sound. He untied the towel wrapped around the girl's hair, and the wet black hair fell down.

"It's as if your grades will be twice as high as mine when you get on the shelf later, student Song Jiamu, what gave you confidence."

Yun Shuqian was not afraid of him, she sat back, Song Jiamu sat cross-legged behind her, her little hands rested on his knees, then slid back and touched his thigh.

Song Jiamu has hairy legs, but her thighs are still smooth, and she feels comfortable touching them with her little hands.

"This is what you did to me."

Song Jiamu looked at her unscrupulous little hand that was touching his thigh.

When he said that, Yun Shuqian became a little timid.

If it really made his grades double, wouldn't he want to do this to her too?

She almost touched his thigh, if it was him...

"It can't be like this!"

"I care about you, are you afraid?"

The more Song Jiamu thought about it, the more excited he became. He wished he could run home with his computer in his arms and spend the whole night typing. Sure enough, people can't just focus on the petty profits in front of them.

After Yun Shuqian replaced the stroking action with a false pinching action, Song Jiamu didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, and honestly dried her hair.

After her hair was dried, Song Jiamu put the hair dryer aside, and gently massaged her scalp, shoulders, and arms with both hands.

At this time, Yun Shuqian would close her eyes. Inside her eyelids, her eyes trembled slightly, her small mouth was slightly open, and her tender fingers unconsciously slid the skin of his knees with their nails. It's a very comfortable performance.

"Song Jiamu."

"Ok?"

"You, you spread your legs, I want to lie in your arms..."

She opened her eyes and fiddled with his crossed legs with her hands, which was uncomfortable.

Song Jiamu spread his legs to the sides, and he sat forward, Yun Shuqian fell back and leaned into his arms.

After only a while, she probably had something stuck, she glared at Song Jiamu with a blushing face, got up and drove away again, put a doll in Song Jiamu's arms, and then leaned against it again.

"Don't think about what you have and what you don't have." She closed her eyes and said.

"Can't you take a look at yourself in the mirror? You look so good, can you blame me?" Song Jiamu said angrily.

"boring……"

Yun Shuqian snickered a bit, feeling sweet in her heart.

She adjusted the position of her body so that it fit him better, and found the most comfortable position to lie down on. This is a human-shaped sofa, and the air conditioner in the room is not hot at all, so when she leans in his arms, she will feel more satisfied .

Song Jiamu just sat behind her and hugged her, his legs folded to clamp her, she leaned on his chest and closed her eyes, he put his chin on her head, his hands also came over, grabbed her pair Small hands, gently pinch her fingers, pinch her palms, rub her fingers, or clasp her fingers.

Yun Shuqian was so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep, all he could hear was the low wind from the air conditioner, his breathing, and his heartbeat.

He pushed her hair aside, revealing the girl's fair and slender back neck, and then he put a kiss on the back of her neck.

Gently biting her skin, little by little, from the back of the neck, to the side of the neck, and then to the front of the neck, then bowed his head and kissed her collarbone.

The hot and humid breath passed across the skin, Yun Shuqian raised his chin, his hands were exerting force, and he was holding his hand tightly, his eyelids trembled more frequently, his legs stopped shaking, his toes curled up, but still Reluctant to open his eyes.

When Song Jiamu sucked her earlobe and blew air into her ear, the reserved girl couldn't stand it anymore, she trembled like chaff, turned around, and pushed his chest away weakly with both hands.

Yun Shu glared at him with a blushing face, didn't speak, just turned around and ran to the bathroom.

Song Jiamu also came back to his senses, feeling as if his throat was going to catch fire, picked up the glass she put on the table, and gulped down the whole glass of water.

I don't know what she was doing in there, after a while, Yun Shuqian opened the bathroom door and came out.

The little red face was still stained with drops of water, like freshly washed tomatoes, the eyebrows were wet, and the big eyes were also wet, and the small mouth was pouted, staring at him hard with those big eyes.

"Song Jiamu, my mother asked you to take care of me, is this how you bully me?"

"I think you're enjoying it too, that's why..."

"Watch your words!"

"Yun Shuqian, you are shy, you look so cute."

"Don't interrupt."

"You are really shy!"

"I do not have!"

"'She's a duplicity, but she really loves you'"

"..."

Originally, Yun Shuqian had calmed down a lot after washing her face, but now he insisted that she was shy again, which made her really shy, and her little face started to heat up again.

"It's over, it's even cuter!!"

Song Jiamu seemed to have seen some rare treasure, walked over and looked at the girl's red face arrogantly, and lifted her chin with his fingers.

After she pinched her waist severely, Song Jiamu could no longer be arrogant.

Sure enough, a shy rabbit can also bite. Song Jiamu hadn't been pinched so hard by her for a long time, and the pain made tears flow out in an instant.

"Ah! It's purple! The meat is about to fall off! Sister! Sister! Dad! Dad! Take it easy!!"

"I'll say it again! I'm not shy!!"

"I'm sorry! I'm shy!"

In the quiet night, Song Jiamu's screams kept coming and going.

(End of this chapter)