Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 228
It rained last night, and the sweltering heat of the week was finally a little more comfortable.

It rained until the morning, Song Jiamu didn't go for a run today, and lay comfortably on the bed until seven o'clock.

Outside the room, Mom and Dad have already woken up and are about to pack up and go back to their hometown.

On rainy days, the little cat didn't go out to the balcony, and lay down by the fish tank to watch the little goldfish.

The memory of fish is only seven seconds, this conclusion is not accurate, even the stupid little goldfish, their memory is more than seven seconds.

After getting acquainted with this big-faced cat lying outside the glass tank and threatening them all day long, the little goldfish are not afraid of Nian Nian at all, and most of the time they don’t bother to care about it, and occasionally when they are in the mood, they will follow through the glass. It collides.

This makes Niannian very angry, it pats the glass with its small claws from time to time, trying to tease the little goldfish to cross eyes with it, maybe it is a cat-like master, and the little cat has also awakened a strange physique?If the little goldfish doesn't cross eyes with it every day, it will feel uncomfortable every year.

"Qianqian went back?" Li Yuan turned to look at Song Jiamu's room, and only he came out after opening the door.

"what?"

Song Jiamu was also stunned: "She went back after drying her hair last night, so why not stay in my room overnight."

He wanted to keep Yun Shuqian in his room overnight, but Yun Shuqian refused. When she was at her house, she was as bold as Jupiter, and when she was at his house, she was so cowardly.

"Then aren't you going back to your hometown today?"

"I won't go back. I will go back when I have time during the summer vacation. Mom, you have asked me many times."

Song Jiamu came out to take a sip of water from the cup. Most mothers in the world are like this, always repeating the nagging words many times.

"Then I'll go back with your dad."

"Come back now?" Song Jiamu cheered up, and hurried over to help carry things.

"It's less traffic jam when you go back early during the holidays. It's been raining these days. If the clothes on the balcony are dry, do you remember to put them in the house to know?"

"understood."

"If you use gas, remember to turn off the pipe gate, don't just turn off the stove and leave it alone."

"understood."

"There are still a lot of dishes in the refrigerator. If you don't know how to cook, ask Qianqian to have dinner together. Don't eat fried chicken and French fries every day."

"understood."

Perhaps hearing the voices at the door, the door of the house next door also opened.

Yun Shuqian was wearing shorts and her white and tender calves were close together. She stood at the door and looked at them, her big eyes rolled around.

"Uncle, aunt, are you going back to your hometown..."

Seeing Yun Shuqian, a smile appeared on Li Yuan's face.

Yun Shuqian had seen this smile before, and her mother's smile was exactly the same when she saw Song Jiamu.

"Yes, do you want to go back and play with us?"

Before answering this question, Yun Shuqian looked at Song Jiamu first.

Seeing that he was still wearing shorts, slippers, and messy hair, he knew that Song Jiamu would not go back with him.

So the girl said shyly: "Next time, next time, this month is very busy."

"Well, that's fine. It's almost the end of the semester, so I'd better review at home."

Li Yuan took the things that Song Jiamu helped to carry, and said with a smile: "I was just telling Song Jiamu that there are still a lot of vegetables at home, and it has been raining for the past two days, so Qianqian doesn't need to buy vegetables, she will cook at Auntie's" Go eat, if you don't cook, Song Jiamu will starve to death."

Hearing what Li Yuan said, Yun Shuqian felt very happy in her heart, and felt that Song Jiamu needed her to take care of her. It seemed that in the eyes of her aunt, she was still very capable.

"Where is he? He can also order takeaway."

"How can takeaway be as good as your own home cooking? Qianqian, just cook a few meals for him to show him, and let him know what a good girl is like."

Yun Shuqian was a little shy at what the old aunt said, but she just nodded obediently, stingy with her tender fingers.

Ever since she knew that Aunt Li had guessed about her and Song Jiamu's affairs, she felt that Aunt Li was treating her better, and she usually invited her to eat at home every day.

Yun Shuqian herself felt a little guilty, and the reserved girl couldn't hold back when she thought of what her aunt had given back to Song Jiamu.

"Then let's go, Qianqian hasn't had breakfast yet, right? At home, your Uncle Song just cooked a pot of lean meat porridge, go over and eat later."

"Well, goodbye, uncle and aunt."

Li Yuan looked at Song Jiamu again, and Song Jiamu quickly stood up straight.

"Stay safe at home, you know?"

"I will remember to turn off the gas when I run out."

Li Yuan and Song Chi carried their things and left.

Song Jiamu and Niannian stood at the door of their house watching their backs as they left, and Yun Shuqian stood at the door of her house watching their backs as they left.

At the corner, Li Yuan turned her head, and the two young people standing at the door looked at the ceiling in unison.

When the figures of Li Yuan and Song Chi turned into the elevator corridor and disappeared, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian turned their heads to look at each other.

The two looked at each other, a little excited, a little expectant, and a little impatient as they confirmed that "the parents can go away and do something wrong" like they did when they were young.

"My home or yours?" Song Jiamu asked.

"Your home!" Yun Shuqian said.

"Is everything packed?"

"Packed up!"

"hurry up."

Yun Shuqian turned and went back to the house, and after a while, she came out with a bag on her back.

The bag contained her computer, a change of clothes, a towel and toothbrush, a few books, and a phone charging cable.

She turned around and closed the door of her house, and locked it, as if she was about to go out for a long time and not come back.

Then he turned around, picked up the cat on the ground with a giggle, and went into Song Jiamu's house.

It was only a few steps from her house to his house, but it seemed like Yun Shuqian's longest trip in his life.

Song Jiamu closed the door, pushed her carrying her bag against the door, and leaned over to kiss her.

From the forehead to the cheeks, to the corners of the lips, to the lips, to the chin, to the neck, to the collarbone.

Then from the collarbone to the neck, to the chin, to the corners of the lips, to the lips, to the face, to the forehead.

The two were holding hands in slippers, the toes of their shoes touched, and their fingers interlocked.

The house was so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing and the rustling of clothes rubbing against each other could be heard.

Occasionally, she would struggle to open her eyes, trying to see clearly the scene of Song Jiamu kissing her, his face, and his movements.

His face was very close, so close that she couldn't see the whole picture, only his bangs, fine hair, heroic eyebrows, and tightly closed eyes.

Out of the corner of my eye is the sky after the rain outside the balcony, the gray rain clouds, and the brilliance of the rising sun in the gaps in the clouds. Under the Tyndall effect, the golden light cuts through the sky.

When Song Jiamu tried to put his hand into the hem of her clothes, Yun Shuqian couldn't help it, and pushed his chest away weakly with both hands.

The wind was finally able to pass through the gap between the two of them.

Yun Shu blushed slightly, like a little loach, she burrowed under his armpit, and finally escaped from his embrace.

Like a newcomer, Yun Shuqian pretended to look at his house with his bag on his back, and went to the guest room to have a look.

"Since you invited me to come and live, where will I live these two days? Here?"

She opened the door of the guest room. The room was much smaller than Song Jiamu's bedroom. There was no private bathroom, and there were not many sundries. There was an empty dresser, wardrobe, and a 1.5-meter-wide bed covered with a dust cover.

"The honorable President Yunda came to live in my house, how can I let you live in such a place?!"

Song Jiamu pulled her to his room, pointed to the 1.8-meter wide bed, took her backpack off his shoulders, and threw it on it.

"President Yunda will live here for two days tonight!"

"Then where do you live?"

"I'll keep watch for you."

Song Jiamu opened the cabinet, took out another quilt and pillows and threw them on the bed, which was covered by him, and Yun Shuqian liked to cover his usual quilt.

"You still help me keep watch at night, I think you are the most dangerous person!"

Satisfied, Yun Shuqian opened her backpack and took out her belongings.

Although she comes to his house every day, there are two different feelings between visiting his house and living in his house, which means that she doesn't have to go home for these two days, and she will spend this holiday at his house.

Take the towels and toothbrushes into his bathroom and put them away, put the books on his desk, put the computer next to his computer, plug in the mobile phone charger next to his charger, and put the change of clothes Hang it in his closet.

The close-fitting shorts and small jacket are embarrassingly thrown away with his underpants, and they are still hidden in the bag.

Seeing his room, having the daily necessities that belonged to her, and realizing the fact that she is also living in, Yun Shuqian was indescribably happy and sweet.

This feeling is really strange, obviously her house is next door, she has a big house of [-] to [-] square meters, but she came to live with him in this small room, if my mother knew about it, I guess I was so frightened that I hurried back from abroad, right?
Inexplicably feeling like the hostess of the room, Yun Shuqian regained the consciousness of being the hostess.

Seeing his clothes littered on the back of the chair, she complained while helping him to fold the clothes, and the table was also in a mess - for her, she arranged the table for him according to her habit of arranging items.

"Song Jiamu, how long has it been since you cleaned the table?"

"I wipe it often."

"Can't you see so much dust?"

"...The places that can't be touched are not wiped."

Yun Shuqian was speechless, went to wash a rag and wrung it dry, and wiped the dust on the tabletop, some ornaments on the bookshelf, and the gaps where the sundries were pressed, and wiped the keyboard and mouse together.

"There must be a lot of dust on the bookshelf. I can't wipe it off. You can wipe it off." Yun Shuqian gave him the rag.

Song Jiamu took a rag and stood on a chair to wipe off the dust on the bookshelf.

Yun Shuqian took his rag, went to the bathroom to wash it, and took the shower to rinse all the corners of the bathroom for him. The hair that was stuck on the filter was also wrapped in a paper towel, twisted up and thrown away. The mirror was also cleaned, and the position of the toothpaste and toothbrush was rearranged according to her habits.

Obviously she just came here to sleep for one night, people who didn't know thought she was going to marry.

Seeing her tinkering with his room, Song Jiamu felt like he was living after marriage in a trance.

"What are you looking at, why don't you come and do housework together!"

"oh oh."

Song Jiamu hurried over, stood behind her, stretched out his arms to hug her, his broad and gentle palms fell softly on her flat belly, his chin rested on her shoulders, and he closed his eyes, against her face.

Her waist is so slender, her belly is so flat, and her girlish curves are tight, so when you hug her from behind like this, you will be very satisfied.

There was a thick heat in his palm, which penetrated to her belly through the clothes, and Yun Shuqian's body was a little weak at that moment of steadfastness and satisfaction.

So her voice became very soft.

"Oh, what are you doing..."

"Didn't you say to do housework together?"

"Is this doing housework together?"

"Yeah, I'll hold you, you do housework, we just do housework together."

"roll."

……

Of course, strictly speaking, Song Jiamu's room can't be called a mess, but Yun Shuqian feels a certain kind of satisfaction when he cleans up his room as a hostess.

After coming out of his room, Yun Shuqian came to the kitchen again, opened the refrigerator to see what vegetables were there, and saw zong leaves and red beans soaked in the water basin, and there was cooked lean meat porridge in the pot.

She took out a bowl and filled two bowls, one of which was for Song Jiamu.

He came out of the kitchen with porridge, and saw Song Jiamu peeling off his T-shirt.

He crossed his hands, grabbed the hem of the T-shirt, and rolled it up, revealing a beautiful and strong upper body, which was a figure that could make any girl envious.

If Song Jiamu had just taken off his shirt and hugged her behind his back like this, maybe she would have allowed him to hug her for a while longer.

"You, why are you taking off your clothes again!" Yun Shuqian admired his body while drinking porridge.

"Exercise, it just rained outside, so I won't run today."

"I served you a bowl of porridge."

"Let it cool before eating, I'll practice first."

Song Jiamu spread out the yoga mat in the open space of the living room. As usual, when he was not running, he would do strength training such as squats, push-ups, sit-ups, and planks.

Warm up briefly first, raise your legs high on the spot, stretch your muscles and joints, etc., because you are handsome and your posture is standard, it looks very pleasing to the eye.

Yun Shuqian sat on the sofa, watching him exercise curiously, feeling that when he was exercising, she was also exercising.

Song Jiamu also bought some sports equipment, such as dumbbells, arm strength machines and so on.

Yun Shuqian finished his porridge and came over to lift his dumbbell.

It doesn't look big, but when you start it, you can feel the heaviness immediately.

"Song Jiamu, how much does this dumbbell weigh?"

"Twenty catties, be careful not to hit your foot."

"I can't lift it!"

Yun Shuqian held back her strength, her thin and tender arm was clearly exerting force, but no muscles were protruding at all, as if all the strength had gone to her face, the dumbbell was also swaying crookedly, and she didn't lift it stand up.

Such a heavy dumbbell was immediately obedient in Song Jiamu's hands. He grabbed the dumbbell, started from the vertical direction, centered on the elbow, and curled upwards, repeatedly.

"I can lift this."

Yun Shuqian couldn't lift the dumbbell, so she picked up the black stick beside her.

"That's not for lifting."

"What's that for?"

"The arm strength machine is used to bend. You hold the handles on both sides with both hands, and then bend it hard to make it bend."

Yun Shuqian followed what Song Jiamu taught her, but the strong spring didn't move at all, and the armrest still collapsed straight.

"It's so thick and so hard, how can it be bent?"

Yun Shuqian gave up, her palm was already small, and she couldn't hold it firmly, and she was still stubborn.

"give me."

Song Jiamu stretched out his hand, and Yun Shuqian gave him the arm strength device.

I saw Song Jiamu holding the handle with both hands and bending it towards the middle forcefully. The thick and hard armrest was easily bent under his strength, and the spring made a creaking sound.

Yun Shuqian looked terrified: "If this is bounced and hit on the head, it will definitely bloom, right?"

"Put the belay on your hands and you'll be fine."

"Then let's exercise together!" Yun Shuqian said.

"Don't you like exercising?" Song Jiamu glanced at her thin arms and legs.

But Yun Shuqian ran over and jumped on his back: "You carry me on your back, and then you exercise, we will exercise together."

"Can it be like this?!"

"Aren't you doing the same thing just now? Hurry up!"

Song Jiamu had no choice but to exercise with her on his back. Not to mention, he was exercising with a weight of more than 90 kilograms, and even he couldn't stand it anymore. After doing a set of squats with Yun Shuqian on his back, his thighs were trembling .

Yun Shuqian thought it was fun, seeing that he couldn't do squats up and down anymore, she straddled his back like a horse and asked him to do push-ups.

"Drive! Drive~!"

Song Jiamu's veins bulged, and each push-up carried a weight of more than 90 kilograms. After doing a dozen or so push-ups, he couldn't hold it anymore, and fell flat on the yoga mat.

"I can't do it anymore!"

Song Jiamu was sweating profusely, begging for mercy by patting the floor.

Yun Shuqian giggled happily, feeling that she had successfully squeezed him dry.

(End of this chapter)