"What about you?" His hand caressed her cheek, and he felt that her little appearance when she was jealous was as cute as she was. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I feel a little unhappy, it's obviously my man, why was it yy by those women? A mouthful of a husband, screaming very energetically. She pulled him closer domineeringly, "I should build a golden house to hide you, so that I can rest assured." ”

"Jinwu Zangjiao uses it like this?" He didn't feel that his masculine dignity was offended by her, but laughed merrily.

"Don't laugh like that, the wound will hurt again later." She looked at him worriedly.

"It's okay, I'm not made of tofu." That being said, his heart was extremely iron, and no one had ever worried about him and cared about him so much, even such a trivial matter.

"Let's go, I'm finally here, you have to be responsible for inviting me to dinner." She took his arm and said coquettishly.

"Okay, what do you want to eat?" He lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently, and every minute he spent with this little girl was soft in his heart.

"As long as you make anything delicious." She grinned and said that his cooking skills had gotten better and better over the years, and she still felt hungry when she thought about the supper that night.

"Why is it raining?" He frowned and looked outside, "You wait, I'll borrow an umbrella." ”

"Don't worry, the rain should stop soon." She took his hand and looked up at the sky, "Let's wait a little longer, it's not time to eat anyway." ”

But he said in a bad way, "I don't think this rain is a shower, it won't stop so soon......"

"Shhhh ”

Thinking of what happened back then, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows also became soft and warm, "I don't like you to say that, I hope you say that when you are the happiest and happiest, I will be by your side." ”

She laughed and reached out to hug him gently, carefully avoiding his wounds, "Being with you is the happiest and happiest thing in the world for me." ”

His eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist from the rain.

In fact, she is a very direct and simple girl, although she was also awkward back then, and she was so angry with him, but after the two were really together, she was always so direct and did not hide her love for him.

During this time, no matter what kind of mental pressure he was under and what kind of physical pain he suffered, a heart was always carefully cared for by her, soaking it in the honey pot all the time, and sometimes, he couldn't even believe that he had such good luck and was loved by her so hard.

"Xiao Yao, you are so good!" He hugged her tightly, his voice choking.

"You light, don't touch the wound." She whispered, nervously watching his wounds.

"Let's get engaged." He suddenly whispered in her ear.

She looked up strangely, not understanding why he was bringing up such a topic, "So fast?" ”

"I want to take you to an old man who is very important to me, and I think he will like you." His chin rubbed lightly against the top of her head, and he didn't answer her words directly.

"Your grandfather?" She thought about it, listening to his previous words, it didn't seem to be particularly close to An Bangmin, and the one who could be so ceremoniously introduced by him was probably Yan Zhiming, who gave him the chess game back then, she remembered that the ordinary chess book had always been cherished by him, which showed how much he attached importance to the person who sent the book.

"How smart my little Haruka is." He kissed her hair and complimented her unprincipledly.

"Okay." She tilted her head, closed her eyes slightly, and accepted his light kiss, "Although there are no rings and no flowers, I am still willing to be with you." ”

For people like them, flowers and rings are not rare, but a true heart is rare.

He held her face, the rain outside the porch drenching the air around her, making her face a little cold, and his lips were so hot that she couldn't stop shivering.

"Click", as soon as her hand loosened, his briefcase smashed to the ground, waking the two of them up.

"Her hand slipped ......" she was a little embarrassed, she was a strange superwoman Song Yao, who was so out of shape because of a kiss.

He laughed sullenly, bent down to pick up his briefcase, and said thoughtfully, "It's normal for your hands to slip when it's wet. ”

She glared at him awkwardly, feeling that his words were tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

"Let's go." She pulled an umbrella out of her bag.

He glanced at her in surprise, not piercing her careful thoughts, but the gentle smile in her eyes could not be hidden, she had an umbrella with her in the first place, but she just wanted to stay with him under the rainy eaves for a while.

Yan Zhiming, a professor at Imperial University and a well-known historian, lives on campus, just a few buildings away from An Congzhe's dormitory.

This building is even more dilapidated than An Congzhe's dormitory, it can be seen that it is already old, the red brick wall is a little mottled, fortunately, the greenery here is very good, and a few fragrant osmanthus trees downstairs add a lot of vitality here.

An Congzhe took out the key to open the door, a smell of books came to her face, her first impression of this place was books, there were books in the living room, there were books in the corridor, the two-bedroom and one-hall small house could be seen at a glance, and there were books everywhere.

The old man who was working at the desk turned his head when he heard the movement, and when he saw them, he immediately smiled, walked over in good spirits, and startled her as soon as he opened his mouth, "The baby is back." ”

Baby? He even called Baby?

is such a big person, and it is too inconsistent to be called such a sweet nickname!

She looked at An Congzhe in surprise, although she knew that it was inappropriate to laugh like this, she really couldn't control the smile at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing her shaking her shoulders and laughing, he blushed a little embarrassedly and squeezed her hand, "Grandpa, this is my girlfriend Song Yao." ”

"Oh-oh," the old man hurriedly put on his glasses, "I know, I know, our baby loves you." ”

"Hello grandpa," Song Yao greeted the kind-hearted old man with a smile, and said "baby", and her good impression of the old man immediately exploded.

"Good, good, what a good boy." Yan Zhiming smiled and nodded, "Don't stand, baby, let Xiao Yao sit down, I'm a mess here, and I don't usually have any guests, so I can't clean up a clean place." ”

"Grandpa, don't be busy, I'll do it myself." Seeing Yan Zhiming hurriedly tidying up, Song Yao immediately knew that he was not good at housework at all, and hurriedly took over the pile of clothes and books in his hand.