The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Su Xiaomo's smile was very hard. It was so funny to watch such a gentle and handsome boy singing such a song!

He Jiayu sang a few words and stopped, sighing: "I seem to be out of sync ..."

A row of "hahaha" floated in Su Xiaomo's heart, but she pretended to be serious: "No! You sing very well!"

"Really?" He Jiayu twitched.

"Yes! Continue! The single loops a hundred times, don't stop!" Su Xiaomo Yi said severely.

He Jiayu shook her head and continued to sing.

Over and over again, serious and affectionate.

At the end, Su Xiaomo actually slept, and in the dream, the melody of this song has been circulating ...

Waking up again, faintly echoing He Jiayu's voice.

She turned her head a little bit by mistake, only to see He Jiayu still humming softly, and stopped when she woke up, asking softly, "How are you feeling?"

Su Xiaomo asked stupidly: "What time is it now?"

"Well ..." He Jiayu looked down at her watch, "Are you hungry at 5:30 in the morning? Still want to go to the bathroom?"

When she slept, it was about three o'clock ... Did He Jiayu sing her a song for more than two hours?

"Are you stupid! Why sing so many times!"

He Jiayu's eyes were a little confused: "Did you not say the cycle a hundred times? I thought ... you like this song ..."

So he sang.

His voice was a little dumb, which made Su Xiaomo particularly unhappy.

"Don't sing, don't sing! You can sleep for a while!"

He Jiayu looked innocent: "I have nowhere to sleep."

After speaking, he looked at the other empty bed in the guilty bed with guilty conscience, which was used to rest the patient's family in the bed.

Su Xiaomo was so sleepy that he didn't realize that there was still a bed in the room, and said casually: "Then we are crowded."

"..." There was a moment of silence, He Jiayu's jaw, "OK." He took off his shoes and lay beside Su Xiaomo.

Su Xiaomo yawned and said sleepily: "Good night."

Looking at her little face close by, He Jiayu's heart was soft and soft, and he reached out and rubbed Su Xiaomo's hair, whispering softly: "Good night."

Two people hug each other.

...

Half a month later, Su Xiaomo's illness was cured. On the day of discharge, He Jiayu naturally took her to He's house. Su Xiaomo could not live or die: "I want to go back to my own home!"

He Jiayu frowned: "The suspect hasn't caught it yet. It's not safe for you to go back alone."

"But ... I don't want to go to your house!" Su Xiaomo pouted his lips. "I'll go back for one night! It's all right for so many days, it's not so coincidental that I encountered it tonight?"

In short, she didn't want to go to any house.

At first she wanted to talk about He Jiayu, but now, the person who is getting deeper and deeper is her. Instead, she has no confidence in He Jiayu.

He Jiayu is very good, looks good, has a good personality, and has a good temper.

This is so good, he gave a lot of people, so Su Xiaomo is not clear, because he likes to be good to her, or is he so good to everyone.

He Jiayu took care of her. She was very moved, but she was just moved. She didn't want to play with him anymore.

She can't afford it.

"I'm gone! Bye!" Su Xiaomo waved at him, quickly stopped a taxi, and got out of the car.

He Jiayu stayed there for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly.

He used himself as a bait, and at last the fish was hooked.