his little candy

Song Guo was doing the test paper, and Han Che also started to brush up the questions.

The two started chatting one after another, and soon they talked about the competition.

Ever since the competition canceled the extra points for the college entrance examination and recommended admission, Song's mother never insisted that Song Guo specialize in breaking through the competition.

When Song Guo was in her first year of high school, there was a system of extra points for competitions. Song's mother always let Song Guo go to the competition class. Song Guo had already won the first prize in the Xichuan Provincial Chemistry Competition in her first year of high school.

But since the extra points for the competition were canceled in the second year of high school, and the competition class was more difficult, Song's mother thought that Song Guo's grades were good, and she could be admitted to Beijing University with naked points without recommendation, so she didn't insist on letting Song Guo continue to take the road of competition.

However, Song Guo did not expect that since Han Che had already participated in the physics competition, chemistry competition, and mathematics competition in Kyoto when he was a sophomore in high school, he won the provincial first prize in the three competitions, and won the national first prize in physics and mathematics. Entered the national team training camp.

Once you enter the national team, you can directly report to Beijing University.However, why did Han Che quit the national training team again, and instead transferred to Xichuan, a remote area compared to Kyoto, not only in education, but also in economic strength, and transferred to an ordinary high school, Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School.

However, without Han Che's transfer, he would not have met Han Che either.

This is probably the fate in the dark.

Han Che never mentioned the reason for transferring schools, nor did he mention his family members. The one who mentioned the most was Han Qing, his sister.

Song Guo didn't ask, and since Han Che didn't want to say more, Song Guo wouldn't ask either.

"What's wrong?" Han Che rubbed Song Guo's head, Song Guo shook his head, nestled in Han Che's arms, without Han Che's movement, he obediently spread his legs and sat on Han Che's lap, He hugged Han Che's neck, very well-behaved.

Han Che looked at Song Guo with a smile, and didn't support his little butt like before. As a result, the little thing quite consciously grabbed Han Che's hands, wrapped them around his waist, and wrapped them around his back. Nesting on Han Che's neck, she acted softly.

"You hold me."

Han Che looked at the little thing's slightly complaining eyes, his heart was overjoyed, he buried his head on the little thing's chest, and laughed.

"Why are you laughing?! Finished the question?" Song Guo had a stern face, grabbed Han Che's ear, turned around and glanced at the table. Several pages of the information book had been turned, and the corrected cloze was reading the answer.

Cloze, all right!Reading comprehension, all right!

Song Guo picked it up and looked at it again. The question types in this information book are relatively difficult. It is a special training question bank for English competitions. Han Che has already done most of it, flipping through dozens of pages casually, and there are almost no mistakes.

Song Guo secretly sighed in his heart, even if he did it, he would make several mistakes on each page. Sometimes the English teacher would search for the questions from these books when he asked a difficult question. He had done the questions in this book.

Song Guo put down the book and turned around to hold Han Che's face, which was handsome.

If someone says it looks good, that's a personal preference.

But being said to be good-looking by countless people, that is really good-looking.

Such a good-looking boy, such a powerful boy, is his man.

Song Guo suddenly sniffed at Han Che like a puppy. Han Che laughed out loud and held Song Guo's butt, afraid that he would fall.

"What are you doing?"

Song Guo pouted and rubbed against Han Che, "Hmph, I want to take a breath of the great god's European energy."

Han Che laughed out loud, lifted his little face that was about to shrink into his stomach, and sat upright holding the little thing's buttocks. Then, with the other hand, he held the soft and delicate nape of the little thing's neck, and put it close to himself.

"Want to inhale European gas?"

"Hmm, I don't care, I don't care, the great god sucks it for me."

Song Guo shook his head restlessly, twisted his body, wearing a bright yellow sweater, just like a walking little yellow duck wagging its buttocks.

Fearing that Song Guo would fall, Han Che held onto the little thing's buttocks again, pinched the back of his neck, and pressed those two petal-like lips while the little thing was rubbing against his face.

When the warm touch was attached, Song Guo was taken aback, and looked up at Han Che blankly, his clear eyes were as pure as the sky of Bolivia.

Han Che smiled, his deep black eyes slightly bent into shallow arcs, and he blew a breath towards the pressed lips. The light and pleasant-smelling breath brushed over his face, and a light breath rushed in from his lips. Song Guo immediately felt Understood, the little face blushed instantly, turned away from the little face, and lay shyly on Han Che's chest.

Han Che looked at the fluffy little head with his head lowered against his chest, revealing a large piece of white and soft skin on the back of his neck, and a little blush appeared on his small and cute ears.

What a shy little cutie.

Han Che's heart was soft and unbelievable. Looking at the blushing little thing playing with his buttons, he leaned close to the little thing's ear, and said in a soft voice, "It's not that you said you want to inhale European energy. Doesn't it suck a lot?"

The young man's light breath came again, Song Guo's neck itched, shrunk, grabbed the button on Han Che's chest, and let out a soft hum.

Han Che's knitted sweater and Song Guo's look look like couple outfits. In fact, Han Che liked to buy several colors of the same style in the past, so this is convenient. Now, wearing a pair of clothes is also like showing affection.

He pinched Song Guo's little ears, obviously unwilling to let the little thing go, and said softly: "Whether you want to smoke, I will accompany you at any time."

The little thing's ears were red again, like ripe cherries, and the round earlobes made Han Che lick his lips.

Song Guo raised his head slightly, and glared at Han Che. It took a long time before he uttered a word.

"You are bad!"

Han Che asked the question knowingly and seriously.

"What's wrong with me? It's not the baby you want to suck? I let you suck it so generously."

Song Guo shyly closed her mouth, feeling that she couldn't speak for Han Che, and took Han Che's hand angrily, holding a finger with sharp knuckles, and gnawed from the top of the nail all the way to the joints, it was almost Like a little hamster holding food.

Han Che touched Song Guo's pink and tender mouth, and the little thing seemed to have a heart-to-heart connection. He quickly closed his eyes and lay on Han Che's shoulder.

"I'm sleepy, I want to sleep, wake me up in an hour, I can still do the questions."

Han Che sighed, and just let Song Guo lie in his arms. Song Guo was really sleepy. After a while, he fell asleep. Han Che didn't dare to move, for fear of waking Song Guo up.

half an hour.

Han Che's body was a little stiff, so he picked up a pen nearby and started to write the questions. After an hour passed, Han Che gently woke up Song Guo.

"Baby woke up."

"Wake up."

"It's been an hour."

Lying in Han Che's arms, Song Guo, who was woken up, was very upset. She lifted her eyelids and looked at it, frowned pitifully, and bit Han Che's shoulder quite confidently.

"The baby is not awake."

"The baby is asleep."

As soon as the words fell, he buried his face in Han Che's neck again, rubbed against him, breathed softly, and fell asleep.

Han Che had no choice but to hum and coax. After a while, Song Guo fell asleep uncomfortably, and frowned at once. As soon as he twisted it, Han Che noticed it. He changed his posture, and the little thing frowned. She didn't wrinkle anymore, she fell asleep soundly.

After Han Che finished brushing a page, he turned his head. The little thing was opening his lips, and there was something crystal flowing out from the corner of his lips, and it was hanging on the sweater on Han Che's chest. It was already wet, no wonder He felt a little strange in his clothes.

Han Che's head darkened, and he looked at the little thing dumbfounded.

This appearance of drooling while sleeping is really... cute.

Han Che was helpless, but he didn't want Song Guo to be awakened, so he sat there motionless, letting a puddle of saliva hang on Han Che's chest.

How can I dislike the drooling of the little daughter-in-law?

If it was anyone else, he would have kicked it away.

Han Che, who is highly hygienic, could bear it. Not only that, but he also took a photo of himself calmly and sent it to WeChat.

#The family has a cute little one who only sleeps and likes to drool.

There is Han Che's clothes in the accompanying picture, and the wet puddle reveals Han Che's entire face, and the person lying on Han Che's shoulders only shows his fluffy head, but looking at it from the hair, It should be a boy, and judging from the expression on Han Che's face, he is also very helpless and spoiled.

Immediately someone commented:

Beijing Middle School Student A: Ahhh, Han Che, your brother is so cute.

Han Che looked at the comments, then looked down at someone's soft face, wanting to squeeze it.

Hmm, indeed!

Suddenly want to reply to the comments, but Han Che, who lacks internet language, can’t express what he thinks is cute, so he specifically searched on Baidu to find out how to describe it in internet terms that are very cute.

Therefore, Han Che's comment is: Our baby is unmatched in the universe and super invincible and explosively cute.

The female classmate who was flopped is very cold.

Han Che, the great god who hasn’t read WeChat for a hundred years, hasn’t sent WeChat for a thousand years, and hasn’t replied to comments for ten thousand years, finally, this rare situation happened once in ten thousand years, and the female students hurriedly spread it among all the female fan groups in Beijing. The photo went viral in Beijing in an instant, and everyone was guessing who Han Che's younger brother was.

The comment area exploded, and the WeChat messages 99+ were all asking him who that boy paper was, if he was his younger brother, etc. Looking at the overall situation, the few people who knew the truth the most.

Gu Zheng: Huh, little brother?nonexistent!

So, Gu Zheng sent a WeChat message that aroused public outrage.

Gu Zheng: Brothers are like siblings, why don't you come and start a foundation.

Female fans in Beijing who don't know the truth: Who is this dog?This person is bold enough to covet their God of Han?

Girl fans who don't know the truth: What is Gu Zheng doing again?With Jiang Tu, do you still want to be on two boats?

Four people who know the truth: who is better at getting gay?Still good brother.

Song Guo slept all afternoon, and when he woke up, Han Che's gentle voice sounded above his head.

"woke up."

Song Guo opened his bleary sleepy eyes, but after a nap, he regained his energy.

"Well."

Song Guo got up from Han Che, rubbed his eyes without noticing the puddle on Han Che's body, sat on the sofa, and started to do the questions. Han Che went back to the room, changed his clothes, and walked out.

The refill was used up, and Song Guo was installing the refill into the signature pen, twisted the tip of her nose, looked up at Han Che, "Hey, you change your clothes."

"Yeah." Han Che said lightly: "It's five o'clock, do you want to exercise for a while?"

"No." Song Guo shuddered suddenly, but Han Che had already walked over, picked him up, and walked towards the treadmill behind the French windows.

"No, I can't run." Song Guo acted softly, not wanting to get off Han Che and hang around his neck like a koala. Han Che said helplessly, "No, your physical fitness is too poor .”

Song Guo pouted, and retorted unconvinced: "No way, he is obviously in good health, so it tastes good to eat."