How Much For A Pound Of Cuteness - Chapter 44

The car had just turned off, and the heat of the heater in the whole car had not dissipated. The warmth was warming people from the outside to the inside.

Lu Jiaheng supported the back of the co-pilot chair with one hand, grasped her wrist with one hand, her head drooped slightly, and her cool lips touched her forehead.

Things don’t seem very good.

The little girl was soft and fragrant, with a hint of vanilla on her body, a little sweet, and the little one was half-circled in his arms.

Lu Jiaheng felt like he was just lifting a stone and hitting his feet.

He didn’t dare to move for the first time, his eyes widened greatly, and by the faint street light line in the community, his eyes were his slightly raised throat knot.

For a while, his throat rolled, and a very low, low swallow sounded in the silent car.

A little sexy.

Hatsuri touched his chest with his fingers curled softly.

She lowered her eyes and her voice was inaudible: “Have you kissed me?”

Lu Jiaheng retreated slowly, pulling away a little distance and spit out a gasp.

Chuchi stiffened and his cheeks flushed.

She lowered her eyes slightly, raised her hand, and touched her forehead with her thin, white fingertips.

The temperature of his lips was obviously low, but she felt hot and a little itchy.

Hatsui’s brows were frowning, but he couldn’t hold it back, and gently rubbed them twice with his fingertips.

Lu Jiaheng looked at her naturally and slightly childish movements, and suddenly smiled.

The voice is low, a little dumb.

Hatsui raised his eyes.

His long eyes stared at her momentarily, with a dull light at the bottom of his eyes, his thin lips gently squeezed, and the corners of his lips drooping softly.

Hatsuki recalled the touch he had just touched on his forehead.

Cool, moist and soft.

The touch of the lips turned out to be this way.

Chu Zhimu looked at him attentively, opened his lips slightly, his body straightened up, one hand pressed against his chest, and the whole person leaned forward.

Lu Jiaheng’s eyes lightly emptied: “What are you doing.”

He didn’t seem to hear it, his arms stretched slowly, his index finger carefully pricked his lower lip and lips.

Soft, press down firmly, as if you can feel the hard blocking of the teeth in the mouth.

Lu Jiaheng stiffened.

Hachibori just poked lightly, and then carefully withdrew his hand.

She had just had time to raise her eyes, and her eyes had not waited to meet him. The force on her wrist was loosened. Lu Jiaheng quickly unfastened the seat belt, drove the door, and got off.

The movements are coherent and runaway, without even a coat.

Hakuchi blinked, leaned over, and looked out of the car window with his hand on the seat.

The door opened for a moment, and the cold air outside digged into the car. The first trembling shattered at the sight of the landing. Jia Heng stood there in a sweater and leaned back against the door, lowering his eyes, not knowing what to think.

At first, he looked cold.

She dragged the two men’s coats from the back seat, put them on, put him in her arms and got off the car, walked around from the front of the car and walked in front of him.

The down jacket was thick and fluffy, and his big one, holding his arms full of arms, while pulling his sleeves carefully not to touch the thin layer of snow on the ground, standing in front of him, pursed his lips, the clothes in his hand Send him in his arms: “It’s cold outside.”

Lu Jiaheng bowed his head, and the dark peach blossom eyes were hidden in the shadows, unable to see his emotions clearly.

After stopping for a few seconds, he raised his hand and took it, without wearing it. He exhaled for a long time: “I didn’t say that, don’t keep touching me.”

With his lips pursed for the first time, he was like a kid who did something wrong. After thinking for a while, he was a little bit dissatisfied and said: “You kiss me first.”

He looked helpless and leaned over to help her pull the neckline of her clothes: “I’m not cold, you button it well.”

At first I was too lazy to buckle up, pulled my coat around and shrunk my neck, like a little old man: “I’m not cold either.”

Lu Jiaheng licked his lips and laughed, holding her small head with one hand and pushing forward: “Go in.”

The elevator stopped on the 17th floor, and Chuchi came out slowly, standing at the door and waiting for him to open the door.

This was her third visit to his house.

The house has been renovated, and the layout should be almost the same as that of the first garden. The master bedroom has a large opening space. There are only two partitions between the bedroom and the living room. The white long-pile carpet and huge floor-to-ceiling windows extend from the living room to the At the end of the bed, light gray curtains were half-covered, and the cotton curtains pulled aside.

Unexpectedly, the overall decoration style of Lu Jiaheng’s house was a lot softer than Hakuchi’s imagination. At a glance, the furniture was mostly the style she chose at the time, and even a lazy sofa with a long ear was placed on the lazy sofa by the bedside window Dolls.

This thing doesn’t look like it looks like he would buy something for home.

At first glance, Hachiri took off his coat and stood in the middle of the living room.

Not the same as the previous two. This time, Churi felt that he didn’t know where to put his hands and feet, and he felt awkward.

The consciousness that the girl had been silent for 18 years finally came out slowly and slowly.

Hatsumi glanced at his large bed vaguely behind the partition and the gauze curtain, and the red that had just faded up again, with his eyes down, a little afraid to look at him.

She has a very regular rest schedule. She usually takes a bath and lays on the bed at more than ten o’clock in the morning. At this time, after a night of tossing, it is time for the biological clock. The first sleepy eyelids are a bit heavy, but she has a very spiritual feeling .

She raised her eyes quietly and gave Lu Jiaheng a glance.

The results met his smirking eyes.

Chuchi drummed his cheeks for a while, and after thinking for a while, he slowly said, “I’m hungry.”

Lu Jiaheng: “…”

There was nothing to eat at home. The two studied for a while and ordered a take-out. Kung Fu Lu picked out a movie.

Instead of installing a TV in his living room, he hung a movie curtain directly, covering the entire wall.

Somewhat unexpectedly, he picked “The Girl Who Traveled Through Time and Space”, a very old animated film, which I loved at first. I saw it many times.

He turned his head: “Don’t want to watch this?”

Chuichi shook his head: “No.”

I just didn’t expect him to pick an animated movie to watch.

I really looked at people as children.

It’s eleven o’clock after the take-out. The first garden is much more comfortable than just now. The spirit relaxes and people start to fall asleep.

She rubbed her eyes and hugged the pillow to watch the movie.

The light in the living room was turned off, and the light from the projector was dim, and the faint light reflected on her face.

Hatsuri yawned, leaning on the sofa crookedly, sitting curled up with his head resting on his knees, stunned.

Lu Jiaheng sat at the other end of the sofa, holding one side of the sofa arm with one hand, looked at her for a while, and gave a soft laugh.

Chuichi turned his head back, because the black eyes were soaked just after yawning.

“Sleepy?”

Chuichi feared that he thought she didn’t like the movie she picked, and shook her head quickly.

Lu Jiaheng hooked her lips and waved at her: “Come here.”

Hakuchi was a bit sluggish in thinking, slowly hugged the pillow and sat next to him.

She had a faint sweet fragrance on her body, and the whole person warmly touched him like a small stove.

Lu Jiaheng was a bit stiff again.

At the beginning, the small stove was sitting well. After two consecutive yawns, the whole person leaned over again, rubbing his eyes softly against his arm: “Lu Jiaheng.”

Lu Jiaheng lowered her eyes and looked at her lower eyelashes: “Huh?”

“Are we going back to school tomorrow?”

Her voice was soft, and at this moment she was tired, softly, with a little bit of charming, milk cat-like voice, which tickled the people’s heart.

Lu Jiaheng’s throat dried up: “I’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

Chu Zhi nodded, still thinking in his heart: “Lu Jiaheng.”

“Ok.”

Chuchi didn’t speak, suddenly looked up and looked at him with big eyes: “Who did you buy the rabbit for.”

“…”

Lu Jiaheng lost his mind: “What rabbit?”

She raised her hand and pointed to the lazy couch by the bedroom window opposite: “That rabbit.”

He stunned slightly and smiled, leaning back.

At the beginning, Zhili pursed her lips, looking very concerned.

Lu Jiaheng happily hooked his lips and put his hand on the back of the sofa. The man leaned over and leaned close: “Well, there is such a girl.”

“…”

At first he fell asleep and ran halfway, threw himself up, knelt on the sofa and stared at him, the cheek on one side bulged.

For a long time, she sullenly said: “I don’t care who it is.”

Lu Jiaheng lightly smiled, raised her arm and grabbed her into her arms, resting her chin on the top of her hair: “This is what I hold.”

She “huh”, found a comfortable posture, broke her fingers and began to turn old accounts with him: “You used to have so many peach blossoms, and your mouth talks so much, how do I know which of your words is true. ”

He raised his hand, his fingertips wrapped around her long hair, patiently: “What you have said is true.”

Chuchi whispered and mumbled: “This is also a must-have sentence for scum men.”

Her voice was small, like he was talking bad things, Lu Jiaheng raised her eyebrows slightly, did not speak, only stopped playing with her hair.

The topic came to an abrupt halt, and the two suddenly fell silent, leaving only the background music in the movie.

Chuchi waited for a while, but didn’t wait for a reply, and looked up.

Just hit Lu Jiaheng’s dark eyes.

He looked at her, his eyes deep, his eyes narrowed.

Dangerous little radar, which had been off the line for a while in her mind, sounded ticking again. She bit her lips unconsciously, and subconsciously shrank back.

Lu Jiaheng’s arm clasped her waist tightly, holding her tightly to prevent her from moving, holding her and turned her over.

The positions of the two were reversed in an instant. He supported the back of the sofa with one hand and looked down at her with his lips drooping. He smiled a little badly: “Scum man? What is your misunderstanding about Scum man?”

Hatsumi slid down a bit, lying half on the sofa, sitting on the couch, with his neck nested, a little uncomfortable.

He noticed, dragging her back with one hand and lifting it up, licking her lips closer.

His teeth were tight and his breath was a bit heavy, forbearance and arrogance, with a low warning, and his voice was mute: “Little girl, scum man will not rely on what he says, he usually does things directly.”