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Chen Liangbo stared at the person without blinking, wanting to see how she could coax her.
Lin Lang glanced at him several times, making sure that the other party sincerely wanted her to "coax", she was a little bit dumbfounded, since she was a child after all, she would change as she said.
"You come down first." She beckoned.
Chen Liangbo obediently responded, and stood up.
Lin Lang raised her eyebrows in surprise, and the figure in between suddenly jumped down from above. She was taken aback by the situation, and hurried forward a few steps to meet him.
"Snapped-"
Both of them fell on the dark green mat behind them, which was specially used for students to do sit-ups.
This time, Lin Lang really acted as a solid meat pad. Fortunately, there was something to cushion her, otherwise her old bones would have been tossed apart.
The little guy's face was buried in her chest, and she patted her master's butt angrily, "Have you taken advantage of it enough?"
This angle is really tricky.
Chen Liangbo raised his head blankly, the tips of his ears were a little red, the soft touch made him lose his previous sharp speech ability, and for the first time he clearly realized the difference between men and women.
His parents passed away very early, and he has been with his uncle since he was a child. The other party is a complete workaholic, and he is not married. The big man is also blind to the matter of raising children. Fortunately, the child is smart and has a strong talent for imitation. Before he was seven years old, he could step on a small stool to cook and stir-fry, which made his uncle look like a waste who can only open his mouth to eat.
Chen Liangbo's impression of women stays with his uncle's girlfriend. He changes people very quickly, coming and going, with different faces, but his body is surprisingly the same, with big breasts, thin waist, thin buttocks.
Men like this type? Regarding this question, Chen Liangbo directly asked the person concerned. His uncle choked on saliva for a long time. In order to save his superficial straight male aesthetics, he said earnestly that this was for the reproduction of future generations.
The child seems to understand, but at the same time firmly remembers this.
In Chen Liangbo's eyes, Lin Lang was "not standard". He was always worried that she would be too thin, and that childbirth might be painful in the future. Isn't there still a dystocia and death now? He saw the news, it was true.
The little husband was worried about the issue of childbearing, and he was not at all embarrassed.
I haven't got the hang of it yet, so I don't understand uncle's hint.
But he was a boy after all, and Chen Liangbo was at a loss for his body's sudden reaction. He suddenly threw his head back and propped up his body in a panic.
It's rare to see this little poisonous creature's frightened expression, Lin Lang rolled her eyes, and stretched out her long legs, tightly wrapped around his thin waist, like a vine, "Didn't you say that you want me to coax you?" ?” Her hair has grown a lot, scattered on the mat like seaweed, her face and neck are white, like freshly washed lotus root shoots, crisp and raw.
Chen Liangbo looked at her blankly, the posture of the two of them was very strange now, the desire for knowledge outweighed the abnormality of the body, he didn't get anxious anymore, and asked curiously, "Is this called coaxing?"
"No, that's called—"
She leaned on her elbows, got up, kissed the little cheek, and then watched his reaction.
He looked at her with clear eyes, without a trace of blush.
Lin Lang stroked her forehead, forget it, what is there to compete with a child who doesn't have the feathers of a bird
As a result, the next day, when the English test papers were handed out, Lin Lang missed one answer sheet, and all the answers behind were messed up, and the scores were also messed up.
The English teacher hinted at her a few words, asking her to pay attention next time.
Lin Lang's attitude is really good. The old goblin has experienced so many ups and downs, and she doesn't care about such trivial matters at all. She rests her chin on her hands, thinking about what to have for lunch.
This look is very "melancholy" in the eyes of others. The enthusiastic English representative threw a small note and secretly reminded the elementary school bully, asking him to look at Lin Lang's emotions. Let them think about things, not to mention being criticized by the teacher in class.
Chen Liangbo's emotions don't fluctuate much, and he rarely pays attention to and accurately understands other people's emotions. He doesn't think Lin Lang is very sad, but since the English representative has said—
"Do you need me to coax you?" The little husband turned his head and asked. The English teacher was explaining the question types above. very.
Lin Lang was wandering in the sky, thinking about the small restaurant outside, when she heard his voice, she answered vaguely, but in fact she didn't hear what he was saying at all.
The sharp pen tip scratched across the paper with a swish.
The test paper on the table was picked up and spread out suddenly, just covering the faces of the two of them.
Snow fell outside the window.
The first snow is long overdue.
The little husband was wearing a thick sweater, and the light coffee-colored scarf was piled up several times. His little face looked more delicate and beautiful. He held the test paper in one hand, leaned over, and put his knee next to her calf, creating a squeeze. tightness. The neck was raised high, and it was hard to lean on it.
The tender lips were softly against her cheeks, like flying flowers swirling and falling from the branches in spring, light and sweet.
Lin Lang's eyes widened in shock.
Fuck
Is this a counterattack
The other party maintained that calm posture from beginning to end. Seeing that she hadn't recovered for a long time, she thought about it and moved her lips to another place.
The more intimate ones are restricted areas that only he can touch.
"Have I coaxed you well?"
The little boy said in a low voice, his hoarse voice concealed countless fine hooks.
After that basketball game, my little husband had a fever that night. It wasn't serious, he took a few doses of medicine and healed up. Then came the voice-changing period that every boy would go through.
The same is true for several boys in the class, their voices suddenly became sharp and low, a veritable duck voice, and the girls often made fun of the boys because of this, embarrassing and ashamed. The originally lively boy was afraid to speak, and if the teacher called his name to answer questions, especially when he was still reading the text, these would always cause some jokes.
Compared with the embarrassment of the boys, the little husband is blessed by nature. His voice changed to a thicker tone, which lost the crispness and immaturity of a child, and it was a little rustling, as if he was saying goodnight love words gently in his ear, and his bones were soft.
During this period, Chen Liangbo's support group rose to a terrifying level.
In the past, most people treated him like a child, and there were not many handing over love letters. Now Lin Lang is not paying attention, and there are a few more love letters in his hand, which were handed over by some elementary school girls.
"Here, here you are."
She lifted the letter in Yang's hand and put it on Chen Liangbo's desk. The other party was solving a math problem, and densely packed formulas filled a page. He gave a shallow "hmm" with an indifferent expression, and seeing that she came back empty-handed, he asked, "Didn't you go to buy bread?"
There is a 20-minute break between big classes in the morning. Many people like to eat snacks to fill their stomachs, so the snack shops are overcrowded after class.
Lin Lang shrugged her shoulders, "There are too many people, I can't squeeze in." She stretched out her toes, "Look, my shoes have been stepped on."
He put the cap on the pen, pulled out a paper towel in front, soaked it in water again, bent down by himself, and gently wiped off the stains on Lin Lang's boots.
"You sit, I'll go buy it." Chen Liangbo stood up, his figure was slender and straight, revealing a sense of masculine oppression. Lin Lang suddenly realized that this kid was running extremely fast. It was only half a semester, and he no longer needed to lift his neck and look up at her.
Voice change, heightening, and prominent Adam's apple, without exception, conveyed a certain voice to her: he has grown up, and is no longer a child that she can coax by stroking his head.
During the period between the maturity of the man and the youthful youth, the corners of his brows and eyes are gradually revealed, subtle and dangerous.
This clue is hidden very cautiously, and you can't find it even when you get along with each other normally.
Lin Lang still treats him like a younger brother, and she doesn't avoid Chen Liangbo when she gets along with boys. Occasionally, she counts the good points of a certain boy in the class in front of him. I want to know if he is tempted by other young ladies.
The second year of high school is over, and the summer vacation has begun.
The summer in Beijing is as hot as a stove. The asphalt road is melted and exudes a strange smell. Lin Lang doesn't like to go out and sweat profusely, so she stays at home and reads a book, eating watermelon .
The watermelon was sent by Chen Liangbo's unreliable uncle. It was big and sweet. It was picked in the Chen family's orchard and kept in the refrigerator overnight. Under Lin Lang's command, Chen Liangbo took it out and cut it into neat small pieces, topped it with yogurt, it was very delicious.
Lin Lang lay on the newly bought sofa at home, with her feet stretched out, resting on Chen Liangbo's lap. She forked a piece of watermelon and put it in her mouth, the coolness relieved the heat, she smacked her mouth with satisfaction, and said slowly, "Little brother, don't lie to sister, you must have someone you like."
The boy held a nail polish bottle with his thin fingers, carefully painted Lin Lang's toenails, and the delicious red color slowly bloomed.
Chen Liangbo's eyelashes were slender, covering his light brown pupils. He didn't even lift his eyelids, so he asked, "How do you know?"
"Isn't this obvious?" Lin Lang smiled strangely, "Elder sister understands."
She still can't figure it out
During this period of time, the little poison has gotten up early to wash clothes every day, and changed and washed his underwear more frequently.
Lin Lang felt melancholy again thinking about it, the little guy had finally grown up and learned how to think about spring, and he was going to tribute the juicy cabbages in other people's vegetable gardens.
It was not easy, and she was finally about to escape from the sea of suffering.
Just let this little poison go away... Oh no, it's about loving other girls.
"What do you know?" he asked coldly.
The wrist of his right hand was pressed against Lin Lang's ankle, and it was slightly heavy.
Lin Lang felt that these words aroused a bit of anger, and thought about it for a while, this little poison's rebellious period is coming
For children who are psychologically rebellious, it is still necessary to smooth the hair.
So she smiled, and stopped asking any more questions. She poked a piece of watermelon with a silver fork, and just bit into her mouth, the sofa on her side suddenly sank. close at hand.
He glanced at the person with an indistinguishable expression.
Just when she was thinking about what this man was going to do, the other party opened his mouth to hold the small piece of watermelon, pulled it violently, and snatched it away.
Lin Lang rolled her eyes, "Childish."
Chen Liangbo slowly moved the watermelon back into his mouth, the bright red juice overflowed slightly, moistening the corners of his lips. He sipped it lightly, and the color became darker.
After eating the watermelon, Lin Lang waited for the nail polish to dry, and before she knew it, she lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.
Chen Liangbo lightly put down her legs, went into the room and took a thin air-conditioned quilt out, covering her body. The braids were loose and fell on the cheeks. His fingers brushed over and touched the delicate fat jade. Those pink and small fluffs were very cute.
"You don't understand anything."
That's why she fell asleep in front of him so innocently and innocently.