Black fans and idols are married

Chapter 483 Beauty, marry me
The rain fell steadily, day and night.

At this time, the He family.

Su Xiaomo is occupying He Jiayu's computer to watch anime, and He Jiayu is cooking for her...brown sugar water in the kitchen.

She was pale and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket.

The blanket had the same smell as He Jiayu's body, clean and fresh, with a faint mint fragrance.

In the afternoon, the two finished the training class for the math competition together. He Jiayu said that he had a set of competition materials and asked Su Xiaomo if he wanted them.

Su Xiaomo said "yes", and was taken home by him...

In fact, Su Xiaomo resisted in his heart, reluctant to enter.

Don’t you want to see your parents when you bring them home~ I hate it~
After being shy for less than three seconds, He Jiayu smiled and told her: "Don't worry, I live with Fengfeng, he has gone to catch up with the notice, and I am the only one at home."

Then Su Xiaomo's few maternal instincts flooded...

He actually lives alone...

Su Xiaomo immediately imagined that he was the same as himself, living a degenerate life of sleeping in a pig's nest and eating takeout, except for class and going out at night.

She patted He Jiayu's shoulder sympathetically, in exchange for He Jiayu's puzzled look.

"Let me have dinner with you tonight!" By the way, I will order a delicious takeaway for you~ Su Xiaomo thought in his heart.

As a result, as soon as she stepped into the door of He's house, her legs went limp.

The windows are bright and clean, clean and simple, warm and comfortable... ten thousand times better than her pig's nest!

Su Xiaomo was injured internally, and what she didn't expect was that He Jiayu meticulously prepared a large table of dishes for her phrase "eat with you".

Still homemade dishes!
The meal was so delicious that Su Xiaomo almost cried.

This is life!Her quality of life is survival at best!

Before the meal was finished, it began to rain heavily outside.

What's even more shameful is... her great aunt came.

Su Xiaomo clamped his legs tightly, with an expression of wanting to hit the wall.

He Jiayu asked warmly, "What's wrong?"

"...Hehe." Su Xiaomo smiled stiffly. He Jia saw her complexion was too bad, so he simply put down the bowl and chopsticks, walked to her side, and touched her forehead with his finger: "Do you have a fever?"

The mint fragrance from his body came over, making Su Xiaomo subconsciously want to dodge.

"I don't have a fever!" she shouted, her voice lowered a little bit: "I just lost blood indirectly...hehehe..."

Such an abstract metaphor, but He Jiayu understood it all at once. He immediately changed his shoes and took an umbrella, then turned around and asked solemnly, "What brand do you use?"

"what?"

"Sanitary napkin or tampon? What brand? For day and night? Do you want it to prevent side leakage?" He Jiayu asked without blushing or panting.

Plop--

Su Xiaomo fell off the chair and stared at He Jiayu dumbfounded.

Brother, don't you think you know a little too much?
He stood tall and elegant, with the downpour of rain behind him, but his eyes were gentle.

Su Xiaomo's face turned red a little.
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In the end, I bought it for her, a very girly brand. When Su Xiaomo took it, her shame almost exploded.

He Jiayu got her a hot water bottle, wrapped it in a towel to warm her stomach, moved the computer to the bedroom, played her favorite anime, and went to the kitchen to boil brown sugar water for her.

This kind of treatment was never enjoyed by Su Xiaomo who lives alone with many people.

Then when He Jiayu brought her brown sugar water, she couldn't help but say, "Beauty, marry me."

(End of this chapter)