The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

The rain was dripping, day and night.

At this point, Ho.

Su Xiaomo occupies He Jiayu's computer to watch anime, He Jiayu is cooking her brown sugar water in the kitchen ...

She was pale and tightly wrapped the blanket.

The blanket had the same taste as He Jiayu's, clean and fresh, with a hint of mint.

In the afternoon, the two finished the training course of the mathematics competition together. He Jiayu said that he had a set of competition materials and asked Su Xiaomo if he wanted to.

Su Xiaomo replied, "Yes," and he was taken home by him ...

In fact, Su Xiaomo's heart was resisting and he refused to enter.

Should n’t I take home to see my parents ~ I hate it ~

Shy for only three seconds, He Jiayu smiled and told her: "Relax, I live with Feng Feng, he went to the notice, there is only me at home.

Then Su Xiaomo's few motherhood flooded ...

He lives alone ...

Su Xiaomo immediately made up for him like himself, living in a sleeping pig's nest, eating takeaway, and falling out day and night except for class.

She patted He Jiayu's shoulder sympathetically in exchange for He Jiayu's incomprehensible look.

"I'll accompany you for dinner tonight!" By the way, order a delicious takeaway for you ~ Su Xiaomo thought so in his heart.

As soon as she stepped into He's door, her legs softened.

The window is bright, clean, simple, warm and comfortable ... more than ten thousand times stronger than her pighouse!

Su Xiaomo was hurt internally, and what made her even more surprised was that He Jiayu carefully prepared a large table for her "to eat with you".

Still homemade dishes!

A meal was so delicious that Su Xiaomo burst into tears.

This is life! Her quality of life can only be said of survival!

Before the meal was finished, it rained heavily outside.

What's even more shameful ... her aunt is here.

Su Xiaomo clamped his legs and looked like he wanted to hit the wall.

He Jiayu Wensheng asked, "What's wrong?"

"... Hehe." Su Xiaomo chuckled, and He Jia met her face was too bad, simply put down the tableware, walked to her, and touched her forehead with her fingers: "Is there a fever?"

The mint fragrance of his body passed over, making Su Xiaomo subconsciously want to dodge.

"I don't have a fever!" She yelled, her voice lowering a little bit again: "I just lost blood indirectly ... ha ha ha ..."

He Jiayu understood such an abstract metaphor all of a sudden, immediately changed his shoes and took an umbrella, and then turned back to ask a serious question: "What brand do you use?"

"what?"

"Sanitary napkins or sanitary napkins? What brand? Day use and night use? Should you prevent side leakage?" He Jiayu asked, flushing and panting.

Snapped--

Su Xiaomo fell from his chair and stared at He Jiayu in stun.

Don't you think you know a lot about this big brother?

He stood tall and elegant, with heavy rain behind him, but his eyes were gentle.

Su Xiaomo's face turned red.

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In the end, I bought it for her, a brand with very few girls. When Su Xiaomo took it, her shame almost exploded.

He Jiayu made her a hot water bottle, wrapped her towel to warm her belly, moved the computer to the bedroom, showed her favorite anime, and ran to the kitchen to cook her brown sugar water.

This kind of treatment was never enjoyed by Su Xiaomo, who lived in a lot of people.

Then when He Jiayu gave her brown sugar water, she couldn't help but say, "Beauty, marry me."