Song Linghan teased: "You also said that time is pressing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info You still have to go to school, it's not good to be late. Your teachers won't punish you for standing, punching your palms, or asking you to copy textbooks? ”

The first session in the afternoon is an English class.

Lu Anyao's mind couldn't help but think of Yan Feiyu's "expressionless" face, and he immediately laughed: "Our teacher is not a teacher with a violent appearance, he never does these things. But he may be a little dark inside. After speaking mysteriously, she looked at Lu Jiacheng and asked with her eyes: Do you need Song Linghan to send it?

Lu Jiacheng gave her a positive look back: Who doesn't take a free car? Besides, he hasn't been in that kind of car yet! It's better than my sister's broken bike. Although, he is willing to admit it now, Uncle Song is as good-looking as him~

The poor Phoenix brand bicycle was innocently despised: the owner is not good at riding the bike, blame me? In a few decades, Ge Ke will become an old antique, and he can still sell it for money. Don't take the phoenix as a famous brand.

"Thank you then."

Song Linghan opened the car door and chuckled: "Go to your house or go to school first." ”

"Let's go back first." An Yao sat in front with a marshmallow, and Lu Jiacheng sat in the back, because Song Linghan didn't know the address, An Yao sat in front to give directions.

At this time, the car was not as high-end as in later generations, but it was still enjoyable to sit on.

Merely.........

An Yao put one hand on the marshmallow's little head, and quietly stroked her stomach with the other hand, after a morning of classes, her energy was almost consumed, cooking and stir-frying at noon was a physical job, and because of Brother Lei's affairs, she couldn't eat until now, she just hoped that the car would arrive home soon.

She looked out the car window, and some of the pedestrians could still see their expressions, happy, worried, and peaceful...... Suddenly, my eyes were hot, my vision was blurred, and I wanted to lie quietly like this, and the car kept driving and never stopped.

Song Linghan glanced at her wilting and leaning on the car seat, "You haven't eaten yet?" ”

An Yao subconsciously withdrew the hand that was on her stomach, touched the marshmallow casually, and sat up straight. Stomach didn't bark, did it? How did he know?

Song Linghan laughed silently, brought a bag from the left hand side, and put it next to her, "There are some fruits in here, you will eat some of them." Since you call me Brother Song, don't be polite to me. ”

An Yao looked at him hesitantly.

"It's a big deal, you can give me more discounts in the future." Song Linghan said again.

Now An Yao no longer has any psychological defense, "That's good." You're welcome! ”

The bag contained a few apples, a few bananas, and a few oranges, which Song Linghan was just about to buy home, but someone would need it, so he took it out without hesitation.

An Yao didn't dare to take more, but just picked an apple for Lu Jiacheng and an orange for herself.

The apples are big and red, and An Yao hasn't peeled them, anyway, the current fruits don't use so many pesticides. She wiped it directly with paper, then turned around and handed it to Lu Jiacheng in the back seat.

Lu Jiacheng grinned: "Thank you, sister!" Thank you Uncle Song! "Pick up the apple and get hungry quickly.

When Song Linghan heard this, he narrowed his narrow Danfeng eyes, and felt that he was indeed not young anymore, twenty-three. But except for being called uncle by his niece, he has never been called uncle.

The first time he was called uncle, he couldn't help but feel weird in his heart. Thinking about Lu Jiacheng's immature cheeks in the back seat, he resisted the urge to touch his face, is he really old~

Often, a change in how people around you call you represents a change in your status. For example, a few years ago, the neighbors' little sisters and little brothers all called him elder brother and big brother when they saw him, but now Lu Jiacheng directly called him uncle, and the transition was too abrupt and unprepared.

Lu Jiacheng: Young is capital (^_^), I'm really young, I can't envy it, hehe~

The sweet cottage was already very close to home, An Yao was just about to peel oranges, when her hand touched the orange body, and when she saw the familiar small bungalow standing in front of her, she smiled slightly in a blink of an eye: "Brother Song, it's here." ”

Song Linghan stopped, got down first and opened the car door for Lu Jiacheng, and Lu Jiacheng jumped out of the car.

An Yao looked at her watch, the time for noon class was approaching, and seeing that it was only ten minutes, she had no plans to go home to eat, she could have lunch when she arrived at school, there were things in the space.

When Lu Jiacheng saw that her sister didn't move, he knew that her sister was not going home, but he wasn't worried, and Uncle Song wouldn't starve to death if he was in his sister~

Lu Jiacheng waved his hand: "Sister, goodbye; Uncle Song, goodbye. ”

An Yao watched him take out the key and open the iron door before he was relieved to get into the car.

Song Linghan saw the house, his eyes were slightly complicated, he bent down slightly and pulled the car door, hiding the other emotions in his eyes.

An Yao glanced at him quietly, his expression was as usual, and he didn't ask much, she couldn't help but put her mind at ease, sometimes she was really afraid of others asking, how did your bungalow come about? When was it covered? Or, what about your family?

It's a really embarrassing question.

"Eat more, fruit won't quench hunger." Song Linghan tilted his head, and his gentle voice was masked in the powerful sound of the car.

An Yao was stunned for a moment, and said softly: "Brother Song, actually...... You're good. ”

"Why?"

As if hearing his low laughter, An Yao turned her body seriously and stared at him with clear eyes: "Because you gave me an orange...... When I'm hungry. ”

The icing on the cake is never more precious than sending charcoal in the snow.

But people in the world are often keen on icing on the cake rather than sending charcoal in the snow, so it is rare to send charcoal in the snow.

Although it's just a small orange.

Maybe the orange tree in her space can produce many, many fruits, but it will never be as valuable as this one.

She has always been an easily touched person.

If it was the usual Song Linghan, he would definitely laugh and say in a mocking tone: "Then if I give you a house, will you be moved to make a promise?" ”

But now, his hand holding the steering wheel was growing in the shadows only with the strength he knew, and he stared intently ahead, and said meaningfully in a tone that only he could understand: "Don't trust anyone alone." ”

An Yao bit her lip, thinking that she had poked his sadness, turned around, did not speak again very interestingly, and fed the marshmallow oranges, the marshmallow raised her head, showed her two teeth, and bit halfway, and the orange juice splashed a drop on her fingers, glowing with translucent brilliance.

While feeding the marshmallows, An Yao did not forget to peel oranges for herself.

Song Linghan turned around slightly, but he was shocked by the intimate movements of a person and a dog beside him, and he twisted his eyebrows: "An Yao, you are very different from your dog." ”

Not only was it different, he had never seen anyone hold a dog in his arms, feed it, etc...... The dog was still wrapped in a small quilt!

Marshmallow: Our status is not generally high~ (to be continued.) )