Kim Do-joon was just about to lift Taeyeon's blouse, and when he took a step further, Taeyeon looked at Kim Do-joon's fingers, his eyes lit up, he grabbed his hands, and said with a smile.

"The color of the OPPA nail polish hasn't faded yet! Mine is gone! ”

After saying that, the two of them put together and compared it a little, and Taeyeon often changed the nail polish of her fingers because she often wore makeup, and even if she kept the color of her little finger, it was very blurry.

And the color of Kim Do-joon's nails is still the same as that day, except for a slight lightness, it is still obvious.

Kim Do-jun glanced at it and responded with a slight smile.

"yes, I haven't touched it much, even if I take a shower, I'm careful for fear of breaking it, this is the first time you've helped me apply nail polish!"

After hearing this, Taeyeon smiled lightly at the corner of her mouth, took the initiative to raise her head, and kissed Kim Do-joon on the cheek.

The sound of "pop" is crisp and loud, a little funny.

Kim Do-jun wrinkled his nose and said in a coquettish tone.

"Is that all? That's too little! Not enough, not enough! ”

Shaking his fingers, he said he was not satisfied.

"Alright! Big pervert, what's going on in your head! Don't think about it, or I'll get angry! ”

touched Kim Do-joon's face and soothed.

Kim Do-joon shook his head helplessly, took off his hat, straightened his hair a little, pulled Taeyeon to stand up from the bed, and spoke.

"Come on! My princess, let you take a good look at my room! ”

Taeyeon followed Kim Do-joon's line of sight, his convenience was relatively simple. The space is not small, but there are few things, as soon as you enter, there is a large bed, opposite is a TV hanging on the wall, there is a bookcase in the corner of one side, a computer desk below, and the rest is the wardrobe and the bathroom in the room.

Kim Do-joon hugged Taeyeon's waist from behind and walked to the bookcase, which was full of books, album CDs, his own collection of Gundam, violent bears, and so on.

Many of the things I collected in the United States have not been brought back. It's all packed and put in a warehouse. Recently, Han Chenghao had just finished packing them up and sent them to the warehouse of CJES Company.

"This is our album, why nine? And signatures? ”

Taeyeon curiously opens the bookcase and takes out the Girls' Generation album from inside. Puzzled, asked!

Kim Do-joon sticks to Taeyeon's shoulder. Sideways face. Looking at Taeyeon, he immediately responded.

"Of course, I don't look at who I am. I still remember that it was last year, and a year has passed in a blink of an eye! ”

Time waits for no one, sometimes I feel that it passes very slowly, minute by minute, walking slowly, and sometimes I feel that it passes quickly, a few years, in a flash.

Taeyeon puffed out her mouth and looked through her album, and sure enough, all nine people had their autographs, and they were neatly arranged in the bookcase.

"Do you like collecting this?"

Taeyeon picked up another Gundam from Kim Do-joon's collection and asked with a smile, shaking it in her hand.

Kim Do-jun was shocked, these Gundams were all hand-assembled by himself, and they were not bought directly.

Kim Do-joon doesn't have many hobbies, except for music and sports, he likes to collect these toys, whether it's Gundam, violent bears, or Jordan's sneakers, they are all very obsessed.

There was a time when I was very obsessed with the United States, and at one point I searched the Internet all day long to see who had an out-of-print or no collection of my own, and wanted to spend a lot of money to buy it back from someone else's hands.

"Hmmm! I like it very much, I used to buy it back and assemble it myself when I was fine, and then I bought more and more, and I could open a store, and what you see now is just my favorite one, and the rest is in the warehouse! ”

Kim Do-joon took it from Taeyeon's hand and gently stroked it, this is not only a hobby, but also a beautiful experience of witnessing his study abroad, full of memories.

Taeyeon stuck out her little tongue, suddenly saw the photo on the table, picked it up and looked at it carefully, and after a while, she spoke.

"Is this Uncle and Aunt and Hye Won?"

Taeyeon knows Kim Do-joon's mom and dad and sister, and she can tell them immediately by looking at the photos.

In the photo, Kim Do-jun looks like he has just returned from the United States, standing at the door of his house, behind which is a row of white fences, and the yellow two-story building is particularly eye-catching.

Kim Do-jun stood in the middle, holding Kim's father with one hand and Kim's mother with the other, although it looked a little reluctant and unnatural, but he still completed the action well.

As for Hui Yuan, she stood obediently in front, bent her knees slightly, gestured with a scissor hand of "yes", and looked at the camera with a smile on her face.

"Hmmm! I took it when I first came back, and I remember that Brother Cheng Hao helped me! Isn't it good! ”

Kim Do-joon touched Taeyeon's little belly, which felt a little fleshy and comfortable.

"Don't move! It's so itchy! ”

Taeyeon couldn't stand it anymore and kept twisting her body, trying to get rid of Kim Do-joon's attack.

Kim Do-joon raised his eyebrows after hearing this, paused his hand movement slightly, Taeyeon gave him a satisfied look, and continued.

"Auntie looks very temperamental, Huiyuan is also very beautiful, uncle's eyebrows are very similar to yours, but he is much older, it should be very hard!"

Kim Do-joon has already been to Taeyeon's house, and has seen his parents, grandmother, brother, and Ha-yeon, and the news from his mother has given Kim Do-joon high marks except for his grandmother, who is not clear now.

It's not just the personality, the conversation, the temper, but even the first time I dare to get drunk with Taeyeon's father, it's very difficult.

So Taeyeon also wants to know Kim Do-joon's family, after all, the two are in love, and both parents are there, so wouldn't it be embarrassing if they didn't know anything if they met one day.

"Mom has been working hard lately, every time she calls me, she asks what the latest cosmetics are coming out of Seoul, and Hye Won is the same, she has grown up and likes to dress up, but now she is not used to going out without makeup, she is a high school student, and I have a headache!"

Kim Do-joon knew that Taeyeon gave up the opportunity to enter university for the sake of girls' generation activities, so he tried to avoid this problem, so when he talked about Hye-won, he tried to skip over as much as possible.

"As for my father, it's still the same, every morning to go to the flower point to open the door, many of the town are old customers, once the flowers are broken, it is really inconvenient, so I still insist on opening a flower shop!"

Kim Do-joon persuaded Dad Kim and Mom Kim more than once to let them rest well and not have to work so hard.

But they don't think so, once they rest at home, they feel uncomfortable, it is better to open a flower shop, exercise and exercise, after all, it has been open for many years, and the neighbors on the street are very familiar with it, and they are reluctant to have a flower shop.

In the end, Kim Do-jun had no choice but to compromise, as long as they were willing, no longer care about them, happy and happy, there is something to be busy with every day, maybe it will be good for the body.

Taeyeon just moved her steps when she suddenly screamed, startling Taeyeon.

"What is this?"

It turned out to be two chihuahuas raised by Kim Do-joon, and they ran out from under the bed without reluctance, and they happened to be stepped on by Taeyeon and cried out in pain.

Taeyeon said with a smile as she opened her mouth slightly, looking happy.

"It's so cute, what kind of dog is this, it looks so fun!"

Immediately crouched down, ready to touch them.

Milk is more obedient and obediently stands in place, holding up her little head and letting Taeyeon touch her.

As for the banana, he wagked his little tail, twisted his buttocks, and hid behind Kim Do-joon's legs.

Kim Do-joon also squatted down and put the banana on the reluctantly, and the little guy actually grabbed the floor and didn't want to go over.

It seems that Taeyeon stepped on him just now.

Kim Do-jun touched the banana's head and spoke.

"This is a Chihuahua, this one is called Banana, and yours is called Milk!"

As soon as Kim Do-joon finished speaking, Taeyeon picked up the milk and said hello.

"Hello milk! I'm sorry just now, don't be angry! ”

After saying that, he held it up in the air and looked at it carefully.

"By the way, why do you call them banana milk? Sounds so strange, isn't there another Shangen? ”

Kim Do-jun looked at the banana and actually found that the little guy was looking at him with disdain, squinting his eyes up and down.

Kim Do-jun didn't hold back, and hit its little head with a snap of his finger, pretending to be angry.

"How dare you look at me like this, if you don't punish you, you don't know who the master is!"

Originally, bananas and milk had their own nests, but later they became more and more disgusted to sleep in their nests, so they simply set up a home under Kim Do-joon's bed, and sometimes slept directly on Kim Do-joon's quilt.

I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but I didn't expect my temper to get bigger and bigger now.

After cleaning up, he picked it up and continued.

"Shanggen was raised by Brother Cheng Hao, this is mine, and the name was taken at random at that time, and I didn't care so much. Yikes! What are you doing little thing? ”

While Kim Do-joon was talking, he actually noticed that Milk had put her head on Taeyeon's breasts, arched while rubbing, and stuck out her tongue to lick Taeyeon's neck.

Kim Do-jun suddenly became angry, without saying a word, carrying the neck of banana milk, one on each hand, opened the door, threw it out of the room, and muttered in his mouth.

"Dare to take advantage of my wife, you two are really tired!"

After saying that, he closed the door with a "bang". (To be continued......)