Chapter 43: Forty-three

The two men's coats were in the box. Lu Jiaheng held her at the door for a while, until Cheng Yi and Lin Yu came over.
Cheng Yi has a natural curiosity: "Brother, what are you doing here?"
As soon as someone came over, Chuichi was a little ashamed and kicked his leg, and the person slid down and wanted to jump down.
This time, Lu Jiaheng put her down by the way. The first garden at the elevation of one meter and nine meters suddenly shrank by more than 30 centimeters.
Lu Jiaheng lowered her eyes and raised her hand to rub her head: "Are you full?"
Hatsuji nodded even if she didn't have enough toss.
He leaned down and said: "Then wait here for me for a while, no need to go in, I will come out immediately."
Chuichi was hesitant.
She turned her head to see the woman behind Cheng Yi. She looked very embarrassed. She had washed her face, her makeup was dirty, and her clothes were full of hand sanitizer.
It looks a little pitiful.
Hatsuji was really angry just now. She never grew up to meet such a person when she was so grown up. She never knew that such a beautiful person could say such vicious words.
But now her expression was shocked and scared. The lipstick was washed clean and her lips were pale. She was scared by Lu Jiaheng's glance, and she looked a little bit soft.
Chuichi quietly raised his hand and pulled the sleeves of Lu Jiaheng's sweater.
Lu Jiaheng was about to go in, feeling the tension in the cuffs, lowering his eyes to the side, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Chuchi frowned, and said seriously: "The war between women is over. I won. You men should not interfere."
"..."
Lu Jiaheng laughed lowly: "OK, I won't intervene, I'll get my coat."
There was not a group of people in the group who knew him at first, and she had already had a psychological shadow on them. She did not particularly want to go in, nodded, and let go of him: "Then go."
So Master Lu went to get his coat.
Cheng Yi followed them, and Chuchi looked at it, not knowing why, and felt a bit like the kind of scene in the TV series that arrested the prisoner on the execution ground.
Lin Yu was shocked but didn't go in. He leaned against the wall opposite Chuchi with a lack of interest, lowering his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
The moment the door of the box closed, Lu Jiaheng's voice floated gently: "Who brought it."
Chuichi: "..."
With a bang, the door closed, blocking the wind inside.
Lin Yu laughed in shock.
Chuchi looked back, she lazily leaned against the wall and stood with her head slightly sideways, looking like someone with a story.
The appearance of Dang Erlang was somewhat similar to Lu Jiaheng.
Chuichi didn't ask her why she hid before. No one talked. The two were a little awkward in silence. When Chuichi thought about it, she stiffly said, "Thank you just now."
Lin Yujing was a little surprised. How did she know that she called Lu Jiaheng herself?
She raised an eyebrow: "Thank me for what?"
Chuichi sincerely thanked: "Thank you for helping me get the faucet. I tried it for a long time."
Lin Yujing: "..."
Lin Yu was shocked that his ability to see people's wonders seemed to be ineffective today.
She looked at her strangely: "Are you with Lu Jiaheng?"
Chuchi didn't speak and blushed.
Lin Yu lifted his chin slightly and Xingzi's eyes were slightly picky. He looked like a maid of the palace who came to the scene: "Do you think he likes you?" Her tone is not slow, "I tell you the truth, I When I saw you, I felt that the two of you were totally inappropriate. Lu Jiaheng was not for you. The two of you are not in a world at all."
At first he was shocked.
She thinks how Lu Jiaheng's green plum bamboo horse has changed for a while, and she just feels that there is no hostility towards her. Now what she says is like treating her as a rival.
Chuichi sighed rather distressedly. He really wanted to hit Lu Jiaheng. Isn't his peach blossom too strong?
She was a little sulky and bulging her cheeks: "Does he not like me, do you still like you?"
Lin Yujing also froze for a moment, then looked at her and began to laugh.
She smiled happily, she was extremely engaged, and at first she felt baffled.
"I'm sorry, I'm kidding. I wish you and Lu Jiaheng a hundred years of good luck. It's best to press him on the ground and beat him in the future." Lin Yu laughed enough and looked at her with a curvy eye. It’s like a passive type, but the result seems to be that I think too much, right, when I meet someone I like, I just want to rush up and engage him!"
Chuichi: "..."
At the beginning of his mouth, he grew up, and before he had time to speak, Lu Jiaheng came out.
With a coat in his hand, he saw the two of them talking, squinting and looking at Lin Yujing, "What did you tell her?"
Lin Yu smirked and said: "When I was a kid, I pressed you on the ground."
Lu Jiaheng laughed, his eyes very contemptuous, and seemed completely lazy to take care of her, and came over with his coat and scarf in his hand: "Waiting for anxiety?"
Chuichi shook his head: "No."
His Royal Highness finally had a reason for being upright, and he could not wait to serve his prince. He shook off the little coat in his hand and raised it: "Extend your hand."
Chuchi was a little awkward, thinking he was taking care of the children, but he turned his back and obediently stretched out his arm and pulled himself at the other end.
As soon as he turned around, he hand-drawn the end of her scarf around her neck.
At first, he didn't have time to respond. He circled her and pulled him in front of him. The two drew closer. Lu Jiaheng leaned down, grasping the end of the scarf in his hand, and wrapped it up in a circle.
Like being a thief, Hakuchi raised his eyes to sneak a peek at him.
He bowed his eyes to give her a full scarf, covering her eyelashes, dark and dense like a feather.
The expression is gentle and attentive, and it looks good enough to make every girl move.
At first, the heart pounded, red ears, and hurriedly lowered his eyes.
Lu Jiaheng pulled the edge of the scarf and pulled it up, let go straight up: "Go."
She shook her head, exposed the tip of her chin hidden in the scarf, and reached out to him.
Five fingers spread out, palms up towards him, and he blinked and looked up at him.
Lu Jiaheng stunned, did not expect her to be so active, her eyes became soft.
He raised his hand and just wanted to pull the collar past, he heard Chuichi said: "Give me my apple."
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
Lin Yujing: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."
Without saying anything, Lu Jiaheng directly dragged the small hand that stretched out in front of him and walked out: "It's cold."
Hatsuri, who has been staying indoors and his hands seem to be like a small stove, feels that he asked this question inexplicably: "It's not cold."
Lu Jiaheng's fingers moved slightly, and she easily wrapped her hands in her palms. Her hands were small, soft, and boneless. He squeezed gently and couldn't help but hook his lips: "My baby's hands are so small."
Chuchi was blushing, his hand gently pumping out, and the other hand raised, rubbing his ears: "Who is your baby..."
Lu Jiaheng laughed softly and held her.
It was already over ten o'clock in the evening, and it took almost an hour to go back to school. The bedroom door was locked long ago. The first father and Ms. Deng had not returned from sheltering from the cold in Hainan.
Lu Jiaheng drove over and the two of them got in the car, and Chuichi began to think about where to go.
She was still holding her baby snake fruit in her hand, and she couldn't eat it without washing, so she held it in her arms as if holding a doll.
The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and it warmed up in a short while. At first I put the apple on my lap and slowly took off the scarf. It was still hot, and I pulled off my coat.
Hakuchi folded the scarf and coat plate neatly and put it on her lap. Lu Jiaheng glanced at her sideways, raised her hand to grab her clothes and scarf, and put it in the back seat.
She didn't respond, let him let go.
Chuchi also wondered whether she should simply go back to the bedroom and call Lin Tong to ask her to secretly come down to open a door. Lu Jiaheng's car was already open.
Chuichi turned to look at him: "Are we going back to school?"
Lu Jiaheng put his hand on the steering wheel. Even if he was driving, he still seemed to be scattered, looking at the front, with clear lines on his side, and said lazily: "Go home."
Chuichi just wanted to say that I didn't bring the key.
The next second, she suddenly reacted.
His house is upstairs.
Then he said home...
Hakuchi's eyes widened a little.
She has not been to Lu Jiaheng's house, but she has not spent the night there.
Precisely speaking, before Hakuchi University, except for the whole family who went on a trip together, they never stayed outside overnight.
In high school, she went to play with a friend who had a good time at that time. At night, her friends and her family asked her to stay and go back tomorrow, but her father didn’t agree anyway and drove an hour to pick up the car. She went home.
Her friend can come to her house to spend the night, but she can't go to other people's house without coming back. She didn't understand it when she first started, and later she got into a habit after a long time.
What's more, Lu Jiaheng is now her boyfriend.
Although he was sick and spent the night at her house, there is still something completely different.
On the first day of communication, I went to my boyfriend's house and lived there. The psychological pressure gauge at the beginning suddenly surged.
She picked her fingertips, looked at him, looked away, and looked at him again, a little hesitant: "Aren't we going back to school?"
Lu Jiaheng hit the steering wheel and turned on the bridge: "Access control, the end of the period, strict control, will deduct you credits." He paused, added quickly, "And the aunt of social management should not sleep at this time, you There is no way for your roommate to help you open the door."
The only way was blocked, and Chuchi frowned, looking a little frustrated: "There is no other way."
"Have."
Hakuchi's eyes light up.
Lu Jiaheng turned his head over and licked his lips, his expression looked a little meaningful: "Go to the hotel to open a room."
Chuichi: "..."
Lu Jiaheng turned his head and asked casually: "Want not to go home with me?"
Not going to my house, but going home with me.
It seemed a bit strange how he said it, how he heard it, his face was reddish, don't open his eyes, his voice was very low: "I don't want to..."
Lu Jiaheng said "Oh" and smiled gently: "That's what I wanted?"
"..."
This person is teasing her to play.
Chuichi raised his eyes in shame: "Why are you still like Lu Jiaheng!"
He laughed heavily, holding the steering wheel in one hand, and freed one hand to reach out and rubbed her head: "How come my baby is so cute."
Chuchi pushed his hands away with his cheek gang: "Who is your baby!"
She had a soft temper, and she had no deterrence. Her eyes stared at him, from the tip of the ear to the earlobe, and her pink cheeks bulged slightly like a bulging little hamster.
Lu Jiaheng raised her hand, squeezed her bulging cheeks, her voice softly coaxed: "Then you choose? Hmm? Go to my house or hotel?"
Chuichi: "..."
How is it wrong?
This person seems to have the ability to make any words blush and heartbeat, as if to imply something.
But he was very frank and idle, as if she seemed to be that.
Chuichi did not speak for a long time.
For a long time, her mouth slackened, her bulging cheeks collapsed, and she exhaled with a puff, her face as if dead, and said: "Your home."
The night of Christmas Eve is very lively, the streets are as bright as the day, Christmas trees are placed in front of various shops, Christmas decorations and colorful LED lights are hanging everywhere, and the cheerful songs of Christmas songs penetrate into the car from the outside.
Hatsumi sat in the co-pilot's position, leaning his head against the window frame and looking outside.
Halfway through, she was a little sleepy and yawned. The child rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and shook her head quickly to keep her awake.
The car turned into the community, stopped downstairs, and turned off the fire. Lu Jiaheng pulled out the car key, turned his head, and stared at her profile for a while.
The first eyeballs twirled around, pretending not to notice, not looking at him.
She was surprisingly quiet all the way, silent, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled, her hair pinned behind her ears, and only her round, exposed ears were suspiciously red.
Lu Jiaheng's eyes deepened, and the people gathered together.
Hatsuji looked to his side, and his face was just an enlarged face. He was close at hand, so close that Hatsuji felt like he was almost facing his eyes.
Her head quickly rubbed back, and the dim light of the cell penetrated through the car window, and her eyes looked at him brightly.
"At first."
He whispered.
"Why..." Hatsune dropped his head and whispered.
Lu Jiaheng didn't speak.
The tip of his tongue lifted slightly, sweeping slowly over his lips, his dark eyes glooming, staring at her deeply.
After a while, he suddenly leaned over.
The soft lips were printed on her smooth forehead.
His first eyelashes tremble, his eyes widen a little, and he raises his hand against his chest, subconsciously trying to push him away.
Before waiting for the next move, Lu Jiaheng raised her hand and grabbed her by the wrist.
"do not move,"
His voice was low and his lips flicked and rubbed the skin on her forehead gently: "I'll kiss, let out a fire."
The author has something to say:
Young Master: The girlfriend is too timid to be afraid to scare her, so bear with your forehead first.