When my mother came over to get something, she couldn't help but count: "With you teaching children like this, you still eat melon seeds when you do homework......"

Chu Qing smiled and said, "When I was in class, I often competed with others to eat melon seeds, and I didn't come back with a top student in the liberal arts exam......

The little niece patted her chest with honor: "I will also take the top prize in the future......"

Mom smiled and left.

Chu Qing stretched out his hand and twisted lightly on the little niece's face: "In the future, I will continue to write about my aunt's glory." ”

"Uncle Han." The little niece suddenly looked behind her and grinned.

Chu Qing turned around, Han Che leaned against the door, the sleepiness on his face had not yet dissipated, the sun shone on his side face, and his beautiful eyes were dyed with a layer of vast brilliance.

His eyes were staring straight at her nonchalantly, staring at her so much that her heart was beating faster. She silently turned her head and looked at her little niece's homework book.

He strolled over and stood next to his little niece and glanced at his homework book. He patted his little niece on the head.

"That's a good job, but the answer isn't right......"

"Is it here?" The little niece asked.

"Hmm."

Chu Qing leaned over in surprise and blushed. Not really. It was too sleepy, so she didn't pay attention.

"Auntie, why didn't you sue me?"

"I ...... Belch...... Hehe, then let Uncle Han do your homework, Uncle Han was much better than my aunt back then. ”

She didn't look at Han Che either, turned around and went back to the room.

Han Che asked softly, "What's wrong with your aunt?" ”

The little niece saw him suppressing his voice, and also learned him to whisper back: "Auntie has something on her mind......"

Han Che couldn't help but curl his lips and laughed, "You're young. Know what is on the mind? ”

"I guess, look at the word, it's the ...... I just learned," the little niece pointed to the words in the book.

The sun dappled down on the title page of the book, and he thought that her heart must be his. The word suddenly became wonderful with his mood.

He got up to wash, had breakfast, and came back to the assistant director Satsuki to do his homework.

After finishing his homework, Xiao Yue folded paper airplanes with him.

Han Che helped her fold a few sheets, and saw that Chu Qing had not come out of the room all this time. The mind moved. Pick up a pencil and write a sentence on the paper, then fold it into a paper airplane and give it to Satsuki: "Go and give this to your aunt." ”

Xiao Yue was still a little unhappy: "Why." And what about mine? ”

"Uncle will help you fold it later. Go ......."

When Xiao Yue heard that she had it, she obediently pushed open Chu Qing's door and ran in.

Chu Qing was sleeping, but he wasn't asleep, listening to the movement outside in a daze. Watch Satsuki come in. He turned his face to look at her. Satsuki pounced and shoved the paper airplane into her hand. Said sweetly: "Uncle Han gave it to you." ”

Chu Qing picked it up and looked at it, it was a paper airplane torn off and folded in the homework book.

What is this for her?

Xiao Yue didn't wait for her to say anything, and ran out again.

She was lying. I held the paper airplane up in front of my eyes and looked at it over and over again, unconsciously dismantled it, and a line of beautiful handwriting came into view.

"The peach is dying, scorching its bloom."

It's a sentence from the Book of Poetry that she likes.

Did he write it?

What does it mean to write this to her?

She folded the paper airplane again, flipped over, and threw the paper airplane out. The plane flew in a nice arc in the room and landed on the ground. She lay down again, closed her eyes and continued to catch up on sleep.

Han Che looked at the door that was brought and asked Xiaoyue in a low voice, "Is it for my aunt?" ”

"Given."

"Did she say anything?"

"Nope."

"Did she laugh then?"

Xiao Yue thought about it carefully and shook her head: "I don't know ......"

She was still so young, it was really embarrassing for her to observe Chu Qing's face. Han Che pushed the folded paper airplane in front of her: "Really good, the award is for you." ”

Xiao Yue almost jumped up with joy: "Thank you, Uncle Han." ”

"Then go and give this to my aunt." He handed her another paper airplane.

"Ah, for my aunt again?" Satsuki was a little unhappy.

"Go."

"Okay......"

Xiao Yue ran into the room again, she was in a hurry to play, and hurriedly threw the paper airplane in Chu Qing's face: "Auntie, for you." With that, he ran away.

Chu Qing opened his eyes, picked up the paper airplane from his face, opened it and looked at it: "July is a fire, August is not young." ”

She stared at the strong handwriting for a long time, and her heart was like a tide.

What the hell is he trying to do?

She turned around and threw the paper airplane again. Looking at the paper airplane that fell to the ground, she was silent for a moment, then closed her eyes and gradually fell asleep.

"Chu Qing, what are you doing here?"

She was still dreaming and was woken up by her mother. I rubbed my eyes, sat up, and found that the bed was full of paper airplanes, and there were a lot of scattered on the floor. She picked up two in surprise and looked at them, both of them were written. There were paper airplanes all over the floor of the room, and it was no wonder that Mom's voice had changed.

She suddenly wanted to laugh, he actually folded a room full of paper airplanes for her, and he put a lot of thought into it for her to subtly rule her. I saw my mother pick up a paper airplane and take it apart. Afraid that her mother would see the clues, she hurriedly stopped her mother, took it from her hand and said with a smile: "It's all made by Xiaoyue's girl, I'll clean up ......"

"Well, let's clean up and have lunch." Mom took the door and went out.

Chu Qing squatted down and casually disassembled one or two paper airplanes, both of which had a sentence from the Book of Poetry written on them.

Rank and rank Sigan, secluded South Mountain.

Vote for me with papaya, and repay it with Qiongju.

Yo yo deer chirping, eating wild pings.

……

Dozens of paper airplanes, dozens of verses, but none of them were repeated.

She had a strange feeling in her heart, why did he write this to her? Moreover, these sentences are all to her liking......

She was silent for a while, got up and picked up the paper airplane, opened a wardrobe casually, and threw the paper airplane into it.

Back in the front yard, Xiao Yue was nibbling on watermelon, and shouted with a smile: "Auntie, you are up, Uncle Han folded a lot of planes for me." ”

Chu Qingai twisted her face: "Good, then have you thanked your uncle?" ”

"Yes, I kissed my uncle......" she covered her mouth and laughed, "and then my uncle's expression was funny......"

Chu Qing patted her head amusefully and asked in a low voice, "Where did Uncle go?" ”

"Uncle is working......

Turns out he still knows how to work?

Chu Qing took a piece of watermelon and took a bite, and his mother came over and said, "Let Xiao Han come to eat, he probably didn't hear me when I called him just now." ”

"Oh......"

Han Che's door was open, Chu Qing knocked on the door, and only when he responded did she push it open. He leaned on his knees on the bed with the computer resting on his lap. His eyes were staring at the computer, and his expression was stern.

I don't know where I read a sentence that says that men at work are the most attractive.

It really makes sense.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her pushing the door open, and looked up and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"It's ...... to eat," Chu Qing smiled lightly.

"Hmm." He tapped on the keyboard for a few more moments before closing the computer.

Seeing this, Chu Qing left first, and when he went down to the middle of the stairs, he had already come behind her, and his hand was wrapped around her waist from behind. Chu Qing's footsteps paused, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Han Che also stopped and looked down at her. Affection flowed in his burning eyes. (To be continued.) )