The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Lips and teeth meet, is the most familiar taste of each other.

Kissing and kissing, He Jiayu felt bitter for a while.

The long fingers gently wiped away the tears on Su Xiaomo's cheek, and he whispered softly, "Mo Mo, don't cry."

How can I hold back from crying.

These days, for many people, it's just an occasional flash of news about the flu, but it is a heart hanging from them, and they dare not let go.

"He Jiayu ... don't you be a doctor, okay ..." Su Xiaomo cried sadly, "you, come again, I really want to scare you to death!"

She kept crying, and He Jiayu coaxed her with patience.

It took a long time for Su Xiaomo's emotions to calm down. She uncomfortably pushed He Jiayu: "No joke!"

The appearance of tears and snot flowing at the same time must be ugly.

He Jiayu chuckled, wiped her tissues, wiped her tears, and even helped his nose blow.

"sorry that I had you worried."

Isn't he also suffering these days?

Fortunately, after all the wind and rain, finally returned safely.

The two chatted for a long time, as if they were going to separate these days, they all made up.

The next day, when Su Xiaomo woke up, it was already noon.

Out of the bedroom after washing, He Jiayu was feeding Xiao Chuchu.

Chu Chu danced and drank happily.

"Hmm ... Hmm ..." She pursed her mouth, calling He Jiayu aloud.

Every time he called, He Jiayu gave a soft "hey".

Xiao Chuchu yelled dozens of times in a row as if he had found something interesting.

He Jiayu also answered dozens of times.

This scene looks a little silly, but Su Xiaomo's nose is still sour.

Picking up her phone, she secretly took a picture.

"Wake up?" He Jiayu turned her face when she heard the sound of taking pictures.

Behind him, the light of warmth and warmth, reflected on his thin and handsome face, gave Su Xiaomo the illusion of being like another generation.

After a long time, she realized that she was actually an idiot in front of He Jia!

Hmm ... the baby is so big, what kind of idiot is this?

"Ahem, did you bring anything back? I'll pack it for you." Su Xiaomo Gu said about him.

He Jiayu threw all the clothes and everything, but he only brought them back ... that letter.

"There is only one letter, and I'll pack it for a while."

"Letter?" Su Xiaomo was startled, "Do you actually write a letter? To whom?"

"Uh ... not something very important ..."

"It doesn't matter that you bring it back!"

He Jiayu was not good at lying, and now Jun face flushed: "I ..."

"Isn't it for me?" Su Xiaomo pointed to himself and said indignantly, "He Jiayu! Do you like other little fairies?"

He Jiayu was embarrassed: "Of course not, I only have you in my heart."

"That won't let me see yet!"

"..."

Helpless, He Jiayu sighed, put Xiao Chuchu in the stroller, lost the toy for her own play, and pulled out the letter from the coat pocket she wore yesterday.

He Jiayu pursed her lips. "Don't laugh, I was serious when I wrote."

Su Xiaomo took it, his eyelids jumped suddenly.

Testament.

Just three short lines ...

If I live, I will love you for the rest of my life.

If I die, please forget me and love others.

-He Jiayu, personally.