Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

When Si Mo regained consciousness, he was already standing at the door of a study. Although it was late at night, he could still see a faint light coming through the crack at the bottom of the door.

His keen sense of smell led him here, and he could smell the faint sandalwood scent from inside the room even through the door.

A soothing taste.

Si Mo raised his hand and grasped the door handle, pressed it, but it didn't open.

[Boss, what are you doing? ]

[I heard that omegas need inhibitors during estrus, or be marked by alphas. ]

[Approaching Song Zhuochen now, the danger index is five stars! ! ]

Click——

Before Tuanzi could finish his words, he suddenly felt a strong force on his neck, and when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything.

I don't know if Si Mo heard it or not. The door lock was pried open by the divine power flowing through his fingertips. He stumbled through the door and bumped into the figure standing in front of him.

Song Zhuochen frowned, his face showing impatience at being disturbed. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose bridge and had two buttons undone on the collar of his thin shirt, looking like a lazy, refined scoundrel.

"You..." Just as he opened his mouth, Song Zhuochen keenly noticed Si Mo's condition, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said:

"In heat?"

Hearing this, Si Mo spat fiercely: "What the hell is horny? Only low-class vixens are horny."

He was a born noble fox god, so naturally he couldn't compare them.

Song Zhuochen looked at him in silence. The pheromones that the alpha did not release intentionally could only be smelled when one was very close. This dose was not enough to make Si Mo feel comfortable.

"I don't have any inhibitors for omegas." Song Zhuochen looked at him with amusement.

Within just a few minutes of returning to the villa, Si Mo's identity information was presented, and Song Zhuochen knew all the plans of the Si family.

Si Mo was used as a gun.

Since the Song family officially announced the next heir, in recent years, at least eight hundred people from various major families have been sent to seduce him, all of them omegas of various types, but in the end, none of them could stay with Song Zhuochen.

He was used to being resolute and decisive. People who were in the world of fame and fortune were inevitably cold-blooded and heartless. The final fate of those people was predictable. But Si Mo seemed to be a special case.

Song Zhuochen explained that the reason he was brought back was a momentary impulse.

But now...

He found that Si Mo was getting a little too far. The timing of this estrus period was too accurate.

"Or, you want me to mark you?" Song Zhuochen's eyes sparkled, hiding a hint of coldness.

The omega's pheromones are disordered and overflowing. It would be too fake to say that no feelings are aroused.

But Song Zhuochen has always been good at endurance.

"You are worthy?" Si Mo teased, blurting out the words faster than his brain.

[Wuwuwu, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu! ] Chief, how could you say what is in your heart? !

Tuanzi was so anxious that he kept turning around in circles but there was nothing he could do.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, for Si Mo, the liar he met a hundred years ago was the only person he had ever fallen in love with in his life.

He was even insecure and afraid that the other party was not interested in him, so he used his charm to seduce her for the first time under the influence of alcohol, and in return he got a night of pleasure.

But when he woke up the next day, the missing figure seemed to swear to him that Si Mo was right. The liar must have left without saying goodbye because he was disgusted with him.

There was a sour feeling in my heart, and the dull pain spread all the way to my spinal cord.

"What did you say?" Song Zhuochen was so excited by Si Mo's words that the temperature of his body dropped to freezing point.

Si Mo put his fingers on Song Zhuochen's chest and spoke word by word: "I say, you, are, worthy?"

The next moment, an overwhelming kiss fell, carrying with it the alpha's strong pheromones, teeth rubbing against lips, and flowing into the omega's body through blood.

Si Mo became much more sober instantly, and the cool touch on his lips was smooth and greasy.

Song Zhuochen was used to drinking a little while working. The mellow aroma of whiskey made the room filled with the scent of peach wine.

After the kiss, Si Mo did not resist at all, which surprised Song Zhuochen. He was quite eloquent in words and very honest in actions.

But when they separated the next second, there was obvious panic in the alpha's eyes.

Song Zhuochen discovered that Si Mo was crying, crying very sadly.

Because of yourself?

"You... are sorry." Song Zhuochen regained his senses and was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he realized what was happening.

Maybe he was drunk, he couldn't control himself.

Si Mo was like a whirlpool, constantly sucking in his rational gentleman and leading him to sink into it.

Song Zhuochen raised his hand to wipe away the tears from Si Mo's eyes. For some reason, his heart ached when he saw the person in front of him sad.

Si Mo's heart was pounding. There was the taste of that person's soul in Song Zhuochen's blood. Even after hundreds or thousands of years, he had never forgotten it for a moment.

"Liar!" Why did he leave without saying goodbye and lose all his face? Si Mo had sworn that if he met him again, he would definitely...definitely...

Crushing people's bones and raising ashes.

But the reality was that the young man tiptoed gently, grabbed Song Zhuochen's half-open collar and gave him a passionate kiss.

The lips stained with tears were salty and bitter. Si Mo's movements were immature, and the faint whimper from his throat fell on Song Zhuochen's heart like a dam breaking, making his heart soften.

With his legs, knees and waist restrained, Song Zhuochen picked up Si Mo horizontally, kicked the study door shut, turned around and put him on the long table.

(…)

The room was filled with extremely high concentrations of pheromones. Si Mo slept relatively soundly, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he was the only one around again. The feeling that history was repeating itself made him tense in an instant.

[Master, I've been suffocating for the whole night. I'm dying???]

Tuanzi had just been released by Si Mo, and before he had the time to complain about his suffering, he heard Si Mo asking about Song Zhuochen's whereabouts.

Si Mo was not familiar with this room, and he guessed it was Song Zhuochen's master bedroom.

The overall tone is a single color, not gray or white. A cup of warm water and a new set of clothes are placed beside the bed, just the size of Si Mao.

[Song Zhuochen is in Song's company, and the position has been passed to you, Chief.]

Si Mo said "hmm", but he didn't get anxious after all.

Although he was angry back then, he still took a few days to recuperate before going out. Now his body seemed to be weaker than before, and Si Mo felt sore all over.

It's ridiculous to think about it. He didn't even know the immortal name of that person, but he could remember the encounter for a hundred years. The love was lost. Si Mo knew that he had a connection with that person, but he loved her as much as he resented her.

After going downstairs, Si Mo asked in his mind while eating breakfast: Stupid, can you block out the sense of pain?

【The main person in charge of the meeting! 】

The glutinous rice dumpling became excited when it heard the order. Although it was useless, it could still do this basic skill, which proved that it was not completely useless!

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Si Mo followed the instructions and came to the downstairs of Song's company. As soon as he arrived, he was stopped by the front desk: "Excuse me, sir, do you have an appointment?"

Si Mo was stunned for a moment: "Why do I need an appointment to see Song Zhuochen?"

His voice was quite loud, and he called the president by his full name. Several staff members at the front desk looked at him one after another, but after looking at each other, they found that no one had any impression of the omega in front of them.

"So what is your relationship with the president? Do you have the president's personal phone number?"

"..."

Si Mo shook his head and denied it, as if he and Song Zhuochen had only spent one night together and had known each other for less than 24 hours. Not to mention the phone number, all he knew about Song Zhuochen was his name, and he had slept with him.

Si Mo didn't expect that meeting Song Zhuochen would be so troublesome. He couldn't suppress his anger. He turned around and looked at the security personnel on guard at the company's gate, but he didn't want to cause trouble for Song Zhuochen.

Si Mo considered his words carefully before speaking: "I am his top, does this count?"

This is what people call their partners, right?

[No, Chief, you are the wife.] Tuanzi popped up to correct.

Si Mo smiled wryly: You know a lot?