Song God And His Little Ancestor - Chapter 29

The noisy subway was still accompanied by the rumble of the city rail.

Song Jiahe saw her eyes reflecting his own figure, then moved away, the position changed, Xia Xiaoman stood in a corner of the carriage, Song Jiahe faced her, blocking the crowd around her.

He did not want Xia Xiaoman to be crowded again on the subway.

“Song Jiahe, hello high duck.”

The voice is soft, because of the many people and had to lean close to the teenager heard the girl’s soft voice, and the hot air she blew when she spoke sprinkled on his shoulder, the piece is a little crispy and tingly.

The tip of his tongue rested against his palate, and a feeling in his heart that could not be described in words began to sweep through his whole body.

“Song Jiahe, this posture is a bit like wallowing in my ah…”

Xia Xiaoman smilingly looked at the upright teenager in front of her, oblivious to what she was teasing, she slightly tilted her head, “Song Jiahe, you’re so nice.”

“Is that so?” Song Jiahe did not respond to her words, but only asked a question back.

Due to the close proximity, his voice was pressed a little lower.

“Of course.”

The sudden stop of the city rail made Xia Xiaoman, who didn’t stand still, hit the teenager’s chest, and at this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The teenager felt the impact followed by a soft feeling, he did not know, is the girl’s body is originally so soft, or Xia Xiaoman’s body is so soft.

Under the school building, the young girl’s body had also been close to him, it was a touch that could not be forgotten.

Xia Xiaoman’s heart: besides being shy, she also wanted to hug. God, she is also too shameless bah, oooooooooooooooo, still want to kiss and hug and raise high ah!

After she stood up, she blurted out – “Song Jiahe, how do you look so in line with my aesthetics?”

Then under Song Jiahe’s gaze, she looked a little flustered, “Uh, I mean – um… I like you ah.”

Perhaps it wasn’t enough to like, so when she said it, leaving aside the shyness in her heart, Xia Xiaoman looked extra bold.

Song Jiahe lowered his eyes, looked at her slightly nervous eyes, smiled, “Like me some what?”

“Just like you as a person na!”

No matter the side of you that you first saw was gentle and cold, or touched your inner lonely cold, but to sum up, is a sentence – just like you this person, it.

“…”

Song Jiahe did not speak.

Xia Xiaoman continued – “Song Jiahe, do you want to consider, like me, I’m very sweet.”

She was a little nervous, although the carelessness of her words was heard by the teenager, but he knew that Xia Xiaoman also carried the meaning of a test.

Before Song Jiahe had time to refuse, she was interrupted by the announcement.

“The next stop is the pedestrian street commercial area station, any passengers who need to get off please prepare to get off.”

All right, it looks like Song Jiahe is not going to answer.

She took out her phone and looked to see if Zhou Zhou had sent any messages.

The look of hanging head is really cute.

Under that white swan neck… Song Jiahe lowered his eyelids, no one knew that a trace of emotion slipped through his originally indifferent eyes, making the light eyes flicker and become dark, but soon disappeared without a trace.

After getting off the subway, Xia Xiaoman was still looking down at her phone, about talking with her roommate.

Song Jiahe walked behind Xia Xiaoman, his good upbringing made him guard behind a girl like a knight.

He knew that he was allowing this girl with a smile like an angel to step into his world step by step.

“Song Jiahe, Zhou Zhou said they are waiting for us at exit H. Let’s go bla.” Xia Xiaoman had her cell phone in her hand and turned her head to Song Jiahe and said.

“Good, watch the road, don’t play with your phone.” The teenager’s voice was indifferent.

“Okay bah, you say not to play it, I listen to you.” The girl responded nicely.

Too well behaved, like a little white rabbit, let people can not help but close.

When the four people reunited and walked to the square, Xia Xiaoman and Zhou Zhou had a “difference of opinion”.

Zhou Zhou glanced at the electronic board, she coughed and cleared her throat: “Brother Manchu, I want to drink tea, it’s on the third floor.”

“But, I want to drink baked milk oh.” Y’s baked milk is on the negative first floor.

The two people disagree, so what to do?

We must buy our own!

Shen Fu definitely followed Zhou Zhou, she tugged Song Jiahe’s sleeve and asked in a small voice – “Do you want to go with me?”

“Hmm.” Song Jiahe does not say much, Xia Xiaoman seems to have not seen Song Jiahe talk much, so she actually wants to tear the mask that covers his face cold. But she is still a bit wimpy, as if that joke on the subway before used up all her courage.

The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public.

Xia Xiaoman’s eyes turned, as if remembering something, red lips lightly opened – “Song Jiahe, last time was it you who helped Shen Fu buy milk tea?”

“Hmm.”

“So you bought me a cup of eight-pot porridge?”

…What the hell is Eight Treasure Porridge?

Song Jiahe’s originally cool eyes took on some doubts.

Xia Xiaoman looked at Song Jiahe’s appearance and was a bit amused, and wanted to explain something, but it turned out to be their turn to order.

“I want a cup of milk green, go ice no sugar, and you?” Xia Xiaoman turned her head and looked at Song Jiahe, who was standing a little bit behind her on the side, and said.

“…” Song Jiahe, who hadn’t drunk it, frowned slightly with a good-looking brow and finally said, “The same as you.”

Xia Xiaoman was trying to give money when Song Jiahe took out his phone and swept the code, Xia Xiaoman froze for a moment and soon smiled, “Give the money back to you later.”

After the two got the milk tea, Xia Xiaoman naturally tore open the straw package, inserted, handed to Song Jiahe, “try my taste, I do not know if it suits you.”

Song Jiahe took a sip, no sweetness, just a heavy tea flavor, followed by the milk flavor.

For him to feel average, after all, the tea is ordinary tea, more like tea bags, no bitter taste, naturally no sweetness.

Milk is not bashful, smelling a sweet, but drink it and not, in short, not particularly difficult to accept is it.

Xia Xiaoman was particularly satisfied with the drink, “the taste of milk green is more like green tea, the taste of roasted milk it has a little toasted feeling, a little bitter, harm, you last gave me eight porridge I was very serious about finishing.”

Blinked, Xia Xiaoman is and last time Song Jiahe bought that cup of “eight treasure porridge” to get over, Song Jiahe said, “I thought you girls all like these.”

“Yeah, but I’m not a normal girl.”

Xia Xiaoman’s tone is melancholy, in Song Jiahe’s puzzled eyes below spit out the second half of the sentence, “I am a girl who dares to pick you, the flower of the high mountain.”

“….” Xia Xiaoman’s cheekiness is indeed thick to a certain extent.