Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 67 The Teenager Confirmed the Answer (Subscribe)
So, is it time to verify the truth?

Finally found a reasonable excuse to come to her house, and her door was left open, so he was only one step away from the truth!

Well, Song Jiamu wasn't too excited. After all these days of observation, he had already fully believed in his heart that Yun Shuqian was a nerd, and the only thing left was the final confirmation.

But at the moment I'm still a little nervous, what if I enter her room and don't see the white carpet next to the bed?

He didn't even notice it himself. He didn't know when it started. He even hoped that Yun Shuqian was staying at home, which meant that the two of them had never changed. , become good friends with each other with another identity, this is a kind of predestined fate and destiny!
Song Jiamu came back to his senses and was taken aback by his own thought. All the things he had done with her all this time had been attributed to coincidence. Why did he start to believe in fate now?

"I don't have Coke for you at home, but I have milk."

Yun Shuqian took out a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, took a glass, and poured him a glass.

"I like to drink milk."

Song Jiamu gulped down half of the glass, held it out in front of her, Yun Shu gave him a simple look, and filled him up again.

"Meow."

"Do you drink every year?"

"Meow?"

Yun Shuqian folded her palm, poured a little milk into her palm, knelt down and handed it to the cat.

Nian Nian licked it, and the slightly rough little tongue twitched the girl's palm, tickling and making her happy.

She put the milk back into the refrigerator, and said, "I still need to code, so don't disturb me, or I'll beat you up."

"Isn't it a sock?"

"Tie you up after the beating, and then stuff the socks!"

Yun Shuqian waved his small fist with a terrifying expression on his face, Song Jiamu was really frightened.

In fact, he has always wondered why the kidnapped people in the TV series don't spit out the rags in their mouths.

Of course, it may also be due to the structure of the mouth. He remembers that when he was in elementary school, a classmate stuffed a light bulb into his mouth, but he couldn’t get it out, so he was sent to the hospital. After returning, the classmate didn’t give up and tried again. Once again, even the surgeon was speechless in the end.

Humans, like cats, are actually creatures with explosive curiosity.

Song Jiamu hugged the computer and walked towards her room with a natural look...

"Where are you going?"

Yun Shuqian grabbed him immediately.

"Since you're typing in the living room, I'll go to your room so I won't disturb you."

"Thank you for being able to tell, the girl's room!"

"Do girls throw their underwear on the bed too?"

"Please pay attention to your daily words and deeds to be gentleman (gentleman)."

"Ok."

Song Jiamu walked to her desk and put down the computer.

Just about to take a peek at her screen, as long as he can see the content of her code words, then the answer can be confirmed!
Snapped--

Yun Shuqian moved very quickly, and immediately closed the computer.

"You want to peek at my book?"

"...I'm very curious! President, please let me read your masterpiece!"

"Article [-] of the social regulations, in..."

"If the other party does not take the initiative to inform the work, it is not allowed to inquire about other people's works."

"It seems that you are quite familiar with memorization."

Yun Shuqian sat down and pointed to the dining table opposite her table: "Go over there and type."

"I want to be with you."

"My table is too small to sit on a fat man like you."

"Standard figure is fine!"

"Oh, let's go away..."

Yun Shuqian pushed the brazen guy away.

Song Jiamu had no choice but to sit down at the dining table, choose the direction facing her, and turn on his computer.

It seems that there is no chance for the time being, but he doesn't dare to be too obvious, otherwise she will see something.

It's still early, it's only one o'clock in the afternoon, so let's finish the activity plan first.

There was a distance of two or three meters between the two of them, and Yun Shuqian was busy typing and didn't chat with him. They knew him so well, and didn't treat him as an outsider, so there was no need to greet him.

Niannian jumped onto her desk, where she could bask in the sun on her left, and the kitten lay down to bask in the sun and read her code words.

It would be great if the kitty could talk, Song Jiamu could give it dried fish and let him tell him what it saw on the screen.

Yun Shuqian is quite happy with the cat accompanying her to type. She stretches her legs under the table and puts her feet on the slippers. Occasionally, when she writes some ambiguous plots, the corners of her mouth will twitch into a snicker The general arc, the teeth bit the lip lightly, and the feet shook happily.

Song Jiamu would peek at her occasionally. The small folding table couldn't cover the girl's lower body. You could see the pink and tender soles of her feet, and her toes were round and cute. The funniest thing was her expression. , She was very devoted to writing, and she didn't know what kind of pornographic plot she was writing, but she seemed to be enjoying it.

Ladies and gentlemen, are there any authors who write about suspense, murder, detective cases, and ancient tombs? Do you also have this kind of expression when you code words?

As time progresses, the angle of the curtain's shadow is constantly changing.

"Do you want afternoon tea?" Song Jiamu asked, "I can cook instant noodles for you."

"No, it's not healthy." The girl coded.

"Then remember, strawberry pie and Chicken McNuggets, plus two glasses of Coke?" Song Jiamu took out his phone.

"Well... okay."

Song Jiamu placed an order. It makes sense to eat some junk food on weekends or something. Adults' stress-relieving behaviors are also generally the same, staying up late, smoking, drinking, eating barbecue, eating fried chicken and so on.

Soon, the food was delivered to the door, and Song Jiamu answered the phone to open the door.

The takeaway guy who was holding the meal was still facing the door of his house, but he didn't expect Song Jiamu to appear from the opposite door.

"It's Mr. Song Yanzu, right? The door number is wrong..."

"That's right, it's mine."

When Song Jiamu came back from picking up his meal, Yun Shuqian finished typing and stretched comfortably.

After closing the computer and sitting at the dining table with him, Song Jiamu opened the food box.

"There are six Chicken McNuggets!"

"We met Chicken McNuggets!"

The two became excited, and ordered so many times, each time it was the standard five yuan, but this time it was an unprecedented extra two yuan, which was just enough.

Yun Shuqian picked up the Coke and took a sip, the fine bubbles bloomed on the tip of her tongue, and she became happy this weekend.

While eating, while reading the activity plan written by Song Jiamu, her mobile phone screen lit up, and it was a video call from her mother.

"I want to say hello to my aunt."

"Shh, shhh! Don't make a sound!"

Obviously the two of them were doing serious business at home, but when her mother made this video call, Yun Shuqian felt a little guilty for no reason.

Fearing that Song Jiamu would make trouble suddenly, she took her mobile phone and went out to the balcony to pick up the video.

Song Jiamu was also speechless, acting like he was having an affair, so he got up and went to the bathroom.

The bathroom is on the right side of her room, just walking in one direction from the living room, and there is a wall at the corner, so Yun Shuqian outside the balcony can't see him.

Praise aunt!Here's your chance!
Song Jiamu pretended to be walking while untying the belt of his trousers, avoiding her eyes.

When he reached the bathroom door, he didn't go in, but closed the bathroom door and made a sound of closing the door.

Then he took two quick steps and came to her door, which was half open.

A girly room, her desk, her wardrobe, her dressing table, her bed, her powder blue soft quilt, which she placed next to her pillow, the gift he gave when she was ten years old symbolizes the happy life between the two Sleep with Bear...

She still has this Rilakkuma!

Song Jiamu didn't expect this. This gift is almost ten years old, and it doesn't look like he found it impromptu in a corner, but kept it by his pillow all the time.

Of course, Song Jiamu didn't forget the main goal this time.

The white wool bedside rug, which was used as a decoration and would not freeze your feet if you stepped on it barefoot in the middle of the night, appeared in front of his eyes.

Song Jiamu breathed a sigh of relief.

Fate, big drops.

(End of this chapter)