"What? He said he loved her? He loves a fart, he loves! We were wrong in the first place. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Fang Huimin's voice sounded very angry: "You shouldn't mention money to him, isn't his mother a stall in the morning market?" Okay, you put the money away, I'll take care of it. ”

After a pause, Fang Huimin's voice sounded: "It's okay, isn't he talking about love with us?" I'd like to see how long his love can hold him up! You don't have to worry about this matter for now, you have met with that kid, and stay away from their school in the future. I'll take care of the rest. ”

After Fang Huimin hung up the phone, she scolded angrily: "Bastard, talk to me about the conditions, see if I don't kill you this time!" ”

Fang Huimin left after scolding.

He Anan didn't dare to go out immediately, stayed for a while, then walked to the kitchen door with the milk, stretched out her head to look outside, and made sure that no one was passing by, so she turned around and walked out, not daring to go back to the bedroom directly, for fear of bumping into Fang Huimin, she ran to Jiang's mother's room in two steps, knocked on the door and walked in.

When He An'an entered the house, Jiang's mother was doing needlework, and most of the knitted wool was already hanging under the rod needle.

"Mother Jiang." He Anan leaned over: "What are you weaving?" ”

Jiang's mother smiled and held it up to He An'an: "I want to make a sweater." ”

He Anan looked at the yarn and smiled: "You didn't weave it for me, did you?" ”

Jiang's mother smiled: "Didn't yours already be knitted and put in the cabinet!" This is for Zhao Na. ”

Jiang's mother just knitted a round-necked sweater for He An'an last month, the color is quite plain, and the style is very simple and generous, no worse than what is sold outside.

When Jiang's mother tried it on He An'an, she still said: "How can the ones sold outside be as good as their own weaving." ”

He Anan was very touched at the time, she had never knitted anything for her since she was a child, and she felt that this kind of hand-made gift was particularly warm, and every stitch and thread was invested in feelings, after all, there can be someone who is willing to pay time and hard work for you, and this friendship alone is enough to move people.

Jiang's mother took the knitted half-cut sweater and compared it to He An'an: "She is much fatter than you, but she is about the same height as you." ”

He Anan had never seen Zhao Na, and since he knew that she had Down syndrome, his rejection and hatred for Zhao Yingsong in his heart relaxed slightly.

A small part of it is because of the sympathy for this flower girl, and more because she has lived too peacefully in this life, as if everything that happened in the previous life was just a nightmare, and the dark and obscure memories were washed away little by little with the passage of time.

He Anan handed the wool back to Jiang's mother: "Knit for a while and rest, don't be greedy for the dark, be careful of hurting your eyes." ”

Jiang's mother smiled: "If you don't say that your daughter is intimate, you will be like my little padded jacket, which will warm my heart." ”

Jiang's mother glanced at the milk she was holding in her hand: "Is it too hot?" How much ice stomach to drink directly! Shall I go and give you some heat? ”

He Anan stood up with the milk: "No need, I'm just a little thirsty, I've been out of the refrigerator for a while, and it's not cold anymore." ”

Jiang's mother relieved her heart: "That's okay, you can go back to the house to rest early, and don't forget to rinse your mouth after drinking milk." ”

Jiang's mother didn't persuade He Anan to study, the child is sensible and obedient, and no one has to worry about it.

He Anan came out of Jiang's mother's house, then turned around and walked to the bedroom, and when he just passed by the living room, he saw Fang Huimin sitting on the sofa and distracted.

Hearing the movement, Fang Huimin turned her head and saw that it was her, and was stunned for a moment: "An An, have you been in the kitchen?" As she spoke, she glanced at the milk He An'an was holding in her hand.

"No, I went to Jiang's mother's house for a while." He Anan looked at Fang Huimin and smiled: "Aunt Fang, I'll go back to the house to rest first." ”

"Oh, go ahead." Fang Huimin also smiled, and the expression on her face looked a little stiff.

He Anan turned her back, the smile on her face just disappeared, she frowned and thought, who was Fang Huimin's phone call to? And who is that bastard in her mouth?

I don't have a clue when I think about it, I never cared about these in my previous life, He Anan bit the straw in annoyance, and the grinding of his teeth hurt a little.

The sprint before the high school entrance examination deeply stimulated the increasingly fragile nerves of every student.

He Anan was very tired, got up at half past five every day, fell asleep at half past eleven at night, and sat in the class during the day to make papers from morning to night.

As long as it's not time to answer the questions, she will be sleepy and dizzy, and the teacher will stand in front of her to talk about the questions, and she will listen to it like a lullaby below.

Whenever this happens, Fan Xuezhi will sit sideways, covering her behind her as much as possible, and she will secretly press the gray pillow on the edge of the desk, and secretly squint while sticking to it.

When he went home and sat in the car at night, He Anan sat on the seat of the car and exclaimed comfortably: "It's better in the car, it's not like steaming buns in the class, it's hot to death." ”

Fan Xuezhi looked at her like this, very distressed, but there was no other good way, although he had just entered the middle of summer and not reached the hottest time, he couldn't bear the tactic of splitting his head and covering his face every day.

The brain is overloaded and fast, and the hands are constantly writing and drawing, and the body is sweating. When I was upset and irritable, I felt that the classroom was stuffy, and I was like a steamer covering people inside, and I couldn't breathe.

Fan Xuezhi lowered his head and rummaged through the towel from He Anan's schoolbag, wanting to dip some water in He An'an and let her wipe her face.

As soon as Fan Xuezhi poured the water on the towel, he felt a sinking on his shoulder, he turned his head sideways, and He An'an's face was only half a palm away from him.

The lights in the car were dim, and the guards were focused on the road ahead, and the car was quiet and could only hear the muffled sound of the car moving.

He An'an's evenly warm breath gently swept the sensitive skin between Fan Xuezhi's neck, a little itchy.

The dark yellow light fell on He An'an's white face, and Fan Xuezhi's gaze traced He An'an's thick eyelashes and high nose bridge along the light, and finally fixed on the lips that were slightly open because of sleep.

Fan Xuezhi bit his lip unconsciously, and involuntarily recalled the soft, moist, and touch when he kissed He An'an for the first time, with water in his mouth, with hooks, so that he almost couldn't restrain himself to hold this person tightly in his arms, and kissed her violently and crazily.

The car suddenly bumped without warning, Fan Xuezhi suddenly came back to his senses, and then he was shocked to realize that he and He An'an were face to face, the tip of his nose scraped the tip of his nose, and the warm, sultry snort before was softly spreading between the wings of his nose that was breathing rapidly.

He jerked his head away, pressed the back of his head against the saddle, and pressed his back and hips tightly against the saddle.

Xiao Xiaozhi, who was strangely excited under him, was tightly strangled by his pants, he raised his head, the green tendons in his neck trembled, his brows furrowed, and his Adam's apple trembled, trying to suppress the feeling of rushing and shouting in his body. (To be continued.) )