The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Soothing music was playing in the room, and He Jiayu mowed the floor, wiping the table silently with a rag.

Why do I always feel ... the style is weird ...

He glanced at Su Xiaomo on the lazy man's sofa. She was holding a hand-painted board, drawing a comic carefully, and long eyelashes were blinking softly, and even his heart was awkward.

Sighed and continued to organize.

Two hours later, the original messy room was renewed. The floor, windows, and tables were almost reflective. Everything was either packed in a storage box or arranged neatly in color. Su Xiaomo said "wow" , All look dumb.

"Beauty, you are just Tianluo ..."

To this parable, He Jiayu drew a lip.

Su Xiaomo jumped up and drank a glass of water, then threw the glass away, wiped her nose with a piece of paper towel, and pumped the paper box into a mess.

After messing up, she hummed the song and continued to paint. He Jia met with no expression and returned her messy place.

If you think about it, you are really the life of a good wife and mother ... He Jiayu sighed heavily.

"Beauty, isn't it boring? Let me show you a tablet?" Su Xiaomo suggested.

He Jiayu sat down beside her, and the soft lazy sofa collapsed suddenly, but it was strangely comfortable ...

He had long legs and adjusted it for a long time before taking out a comfortable posture. After taking the tablet, Su Xiaomo frowned and said, "What do you want to watch? Japanese drama? Korean drama? Domestic anti-Japanese drama? Or island country romance?"

He Jiayu's expression broke down, squinting, staring at her unclearly.

"A girl, how could there be ... uh?" That kind of film?

Su Xiaomo's face was pure: "It's really a love movie."

She clicked on the video list and it turned out to be a pure Japanese drama love movie.

He Jiayu was embarrassed, and Su Xiaomo squinted: "Well, have you seen that kind of movie? He Jiayu, I really misread you!"

He Jiayu's face was slightly red. After all, boys, even if they don't take the initiative to look, they can't avoid the people around them, and they will always aim at those two eyes.

Seeing him like this, Su Xiaomo wanted to make fun of him, and asked him, "What type do you like? Huh?"

The two faces were almost next to each other, and they could see themselves in each other's pupils. The atmosphere was ambiguous. He Jiayu's eyes sank, holding Su Xiaomo's head, and her thin lips kissed her pink lips!

His voice was a little dumb, whispering to her lips, "You are like that."

Su Xiaomo's teasing was forced to kiss, and the whole person was not calm. He leaned back and avoided his curved lips. "Cough, come, follow my left hand and right hand in slow motion, right hand and left hand in slow motion. Replay, have you fallen in love with me ~ "

He Jiayu smiled in coordination: "Yes."

"Hey hey ..."

After the trouble, she continued to paint. He Jiayu frowned: "When are you going to paint?"

Su Xiaomo didn't look up: "When there is inspiration, it's eleven or two o'clock. If you're not inspired, stay up all night ~ You have to say something every week."

In a word, it takes almost dozens of paintings. Both the plot and the form of the painting must be expressed. For a part-time student, it is not exhausting.

"so tired?"

"Of course, no one raises it, so I have to make money myself," Su Xiaomo said with a smile on his face, and the hand-painted board was snatched by He Jiayu. He said in earnest: "No one, I support you."

Flutter flutter--

Su Xiaomo felt that his heartbeat suddenly missed several beats.