Song Slow is not a pretentious master, someone is willing to block the sun for herself, she can't ask for it.

So after Jiang Huai urged him again, Song Slow immediately hid behind him.

Looking at the little furry head in the shadow swaying back and forth a few times, Jiang Huai couldn't help laughing and hurried home.

As soon as he got home, Song Slow threw down the cake and ran into the kitchen to drink a stomach full of water.

The weather was terribly hot, and I was sweating profusely.

Not drinking water is like steamed steamed buns, wilting.

Jiang Huai walked into the room, cleaned it casually, and changed into home clothes and came out.

Song sat on the sofa slowly, holding his chin motionless, looking at the whole cake in a daze.

She stared so hard at the cake that she didn't even hear him close the bedroom door.

Jiang Huai walked over in three steps and two steps, sat next to her, and learned to hold her cheeks.

It's just that Song slowly looks at the cake, and he looks at it-

Song slow.

"Are you sure you can see enough by staring at the cake like this?"

Jianghuai Hangerlang asked locally.

Song shook his head slowly, and also learned to speak in Jianghuai's tone.

"Are you sure you can tell the flowers by staring at me like this?"

Song turned his head slowly and looked at Jiang Huai.

The distance between the tips of the noses of the two people was only a fist, and Jiang Huai's body still exuded the smell of mint shower gel.

He should take a cold shower, and Song Slow felt a hint of coolness.

Breathing and gaze were intertwined in a complex and messy manner, and before he knew it, Song Slow's face turned red.

Jiang Huai didn't mind, just changed his hand and continued to look at her with his chin in his hands.

The light in the room brightened his pupils, reflecting Song's petite figure.

The figure was gentle and hazy, like Chanjuan Shenbi, peerless.

"When will our family stop being a flower?"

Jiang Huai stretched out his hand and nodded at the tip of her nose, smiling wantonly, her clear eyes were stained with moisture, and she looked particularly spoiled.

Song Chu only felt that his heart was beating faster, his breathing was tight, and his mind was like a cannon, roaring, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

She wanted to look away, and even more so to look away from Jiang Huai's head. But the parts were rusty and motionless.

"Ding—"

The ringtone of a text message interrupted two people.

Song slowly bounced away in an instant, touched his mobile phone and ran to the balcony to read the information.

The text message was sent by the lazy cat, inviting her to sign an electronic contract.

Towards evening, the wind on the balcony was a little stronger, with a slight scorching gentleness.

She touched her hot face in the setting sun, and lowered her voice to call the lazy cat.

"Hello?" The person on the other end of the line sounded in a good mood.

"I see you sent me a contract."

"I'm so busy here that I didn't have time to call you." The lazy cat laughed.

"The overall setting is good, so let's write it down in this direction. The editor-in-chief is also very optimistic about your subject, and secretly told me that he would agree with you on the publishing house in advance. ”

Song Slow raised his eyebrows, "Really? ”

"Can I lie to you? Why don't I rush you to write in such a hurry? I know that you have this ability, so I will keep squeezing you, you can be considered to understand my good intentions. ”

The lazy cat's words are true and high-sounding.

"You've got it. Don't think I'm a big tree for the sake of me being about to soar. If you don't hold me well, your promotion and salary increase will be in vain. Song Slow also joked on the side.

Jiang Huai leaned on the sofa and looked at the cake that Song Slow bought back in a daze.

Song Slow made a long phone call, and there were some jokes.

He didn't know what she was talking to the other party, but he felt that she was quite happy, after all, even the tone was sweet and greasy.

When Jiang Huai listened to it, he felt upset.

…

"I know, I'll start serializing ...... right away"

…

"Song slow!"

When Song was about to say the one hundred and third sentence, Jiang Huai stopped counting, crossed his arms and turned his head to look at her, his tone cold and impatient.

"Didn't you say you wanted to ask me for something? You don't say I'm gone. ”

"Wait a minute, I'll be there soon!" Song slowly explained a few more words, and finally hung up the phone.

Song jogged into the house, and Jiang Huai's face was still not very good-looking. He lowered his eyes and lit his phone, his chest rising and falling from heavy breathing.

Song swallowed slowly, squatted down to untie the tape of the cake.

She was relatively small, and the sofa was very tall, so it was inconvenient to sit on the sofa, so she squatted on the ground.

As she immediately crouched down, there was suddenly something soft underneath her buttocks. She looked down and found that Jiang Huai had kicked a cushion for her.

She raised her eyes to look in the direction of Jiang Huai, but he still swiped his phone expressionlessly, silent.

Song slowly raised his eyebrows and continued the movements of his hands.

After waiting for a long time without waiting for a thank you, Jiang Huai quietly raised his eyes and found that the "culprit" was still fighting against the cake, and he was immediately unhappy.

He threw his phone aside, lowered his head to look at Song Slow, and his tone was quite helpless, "Little guy, don't you thank me?" ”

Song slowly raised his head, his eyes innocent, "You promised me to help me?" ”

“…… I mean, I give you the cushion, you don't know thank you? ”

"I didn't want to sit down at first."

“……”

"Forget it, count me as sacrificing myself for others without asking for anything in return, when I am blind."

Jiang Huai was very irritable, he had grown so big, how could he still be scolded by a little girl?

It's a shame to say it.

"Thank you." Song slowly held back a smile and pushed the cut cake in front of Jiang Huai.

"Thank you to this selfless dedication, binocular vision 5.0 great benevolent, I am really grateful, five body to the ground."

Jiang Huai glared at her, "It's pretty much the same." ”

"So...... Can we eat cake? Song Slow's gaze fell on the remaining cake impartially.

“……”

He knew that this little guy would praise him in every way for the cake.

Jiang Huai nodded helplessly and amusedly, and Song Slow started with confidence.

"Slow down." He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Song Slow, who was gobbling it up, looking down at the chocolate cake with his eyebrows furrowed.

Is this sweet stuff really so delicious?

Jiang Huai lowered his eyelashes, took a fork and got some cake and stuffed it into his mouth. The melt-in-your-mouth mousse texture is icy and cold, and even the body is a lot more relaxed.

The taste of the chocolate is bitter, which just neutralizes the texture of the cream, sweet but not greasy, and the taste is not so bad.

"Actually, the purpose of my search for you ......"

Song slowly finished eating a piece of cake and got to the point.

Jiang Huai put down his fork and listened carefully to her.

"I want you to play the piano at school evening." Song Chu was not too embarrassed to look at Jiang Huai, and lowered his eyes and rubbed the corners of his clothes.

"What should I do?" Jiang Huai snorted and laughed.

"Huh?" Song Slow didn't understand and looked at him.

"Slowly, do you know how to play a musical instrument?" Jiang Huai groaned for a while, his slender index finger tapping on his leg.

"What is this for?"

Song Slow thought to himself, this guy can't be ...... You want her to perform on the same stage, right?

"Just a sentence came to mind."

Jiang Huai held up his chin with a smile, and looked intently at Song Slow's little face, and came in a chattering manner.

"Qin Se is in the palace, don't be quiet."