Is the little brother sleeping powder?

Mao Rong's mother came here once last year, so she knows the surrounding environment better. She put down her things and went out to buy vegetables without taking a break. Mao Rong wanted to go with her, so she pushed him on the sofa: "Sit obediently and be in heat." Don't go out and run around."

As soon as the door closed, Mao Rong jumped up, ran into the bedroom and opened the cabinet door, Yu Shucheng was sitting inside in a very aggrieved posture, curled up with long legs that had no place to rest, holding the clothes rail for balance .

"Hurry up, hurry up, my mother is going to buy groceries, you hurry up, remember to go out through the west gate of the community, don't bump into my mother." Mao Rong dragged the person out and pushed him away without any explanation.

Yu Shucheng moved slowly: "Why should I walk when my aunt is here...ah, my legs are numb, I can't walk."

Mao Rong was in a hurry: "Don't pretend to me! Go, go!"

Yu Shucheng was kicked to the door by him, thinking that he shouldn't have held back just now, he should have pushed this silly cat so hard that he didn't even have the strength to get out of bed.

Open the door, there is a person standing at the door.

Mao Rong's mother didn't leave, she folded her arms and looked at the two stunned children, with a kind of calmness that "everything can't escape my eyes".

Mao Rong called out "Mom", her body shook violently, and hiccupped again.

Yu Shucheng was quite calm, holding the shoes that he hadn't had time to put on, he smiled and said: "Auntie, the capital welcomes you!"

Mao Rong's mother was sitting on a chair, and the two young men who had done something wrong stood in front of them with their heads down.

"Mom, how do you know..." Mao Rong still couldn't help asking.

Mao Rong's mother snorted coldly: "You treat me as your father, can't you smell the pheromones that fill the room?"

Mao Rong was so ashamed and angry that he was clever enough to open all the windows for ventilation, thinking that the flowing air could cover up everything.

"I, that...me and him...not..." Mao Rong explained incoherently.

"It's not what?" Mao Rong's mother's complexion became even worse.Don't look at her who is usually gentle and kind, but when she really gets angry, she is so powerful that no one dares to speak loudly in front of her.

Yu Shucheng took a step forward: "Rongrong is in heat, I'll help him."

Mao Rong's mother: "Help him?"

Mao Rong also took a step forward: "I called him to help me."

Mao Rong's mother looked at her son, then at the little alpha protected by her son, patted the table and said, "What the hell are you two doing?"

Mao Rong shrank his shoulders, and tears began to roll in his eyes.He has never been so cruel to his mother. Back then, when he changed his volunteers to study styling design, his mother never flirted with him. Instead, she blamed herself for not being able to communicate with him.Since he was a child, his mother has always cared about him.

Yu Shucheng thought that Mao Rong's mother was going to make a move, so he quickly pulled Mao Rong behind him: "Auntie, Rongrong did nothing wrong, why are you so angry at me?"

Mao Rong's mother was indeed angry, but her etiquette education told her not to vent it to outsiders.She asked Yu Shucheng to go out, saying that this was a matter of their own family. Yu Shucheng did not dare to disobey the elders, and after confirming that she would not beat Mao Rong, she walked out without turning her head.

Mao Rong was already crying, and the tears were pattering down on the ground. He was arguing with him when he was a child to go out to play, and he was pitiful when his parents disagreed.

At that time, his mother would always say to him softly: "Rongrong, you are an omega, you can't go out and go wild like those kids."

When he was ignorant, he thought that "omega" and "not being able to go out to play" were a normal causal relationship. When he got older, especially when he was in the rebellious period, he began to understand that human beings are born unfair. He grew up so restrained, He can't live a carefree life like others, also because he is an omega.

Omega is the cause of everything, and can even determine the direction of his life.

Even his love of crying is related to omega's natural weakness and sensitivity. He knows that crying can't solve any problems, but it's even more uncomfortable for him not to cry.

Mao Rong's mother also cried. First she wiped her tears silently, and then she hugged her son. The mother and son cried together.

After crying, Mao Rong asked her mother stupidly, "Mom, why are you crying?"

Mao Rong's mother slapped him on the shoulder: "You son of a bitch."

Mao Rong stared at the red eyes: "???"

"The brat didn't even mark you, and you still let him whore for nothing?"

"White... whoring?" Mao Rong was shocked by this naked word.

"Don't think that I don't know his purpose by using the estrus as an excuse." Mao Rong's mother snorted angrily, "If you don't fall in love, don't mark it and only have sex, what is it if you don't want to prostitute? The young alphas now are assholes who are better than each other! "

Mao Rong was stunned for a long time before he understood what his mother had misunderstood, and he stuttered to explain for a long time, telling his mother that he did not want to fall in love with Yu Shucheng and did not want to mark him.

Mother wiped away the wet tears from the corners of her eyes, as surprised as Yu Shucheng's first visit.

She raised her hand and touched Mao Rong's forehead: "Son, are you confused?"

Mao Rong: "Huh? I don't have a fever."

"The marked omega can directly request the marking party to perform the marriage, this is the law."

Mao Rong bowed her head: "I know, but I don't want to blackmail him with this, he...he's still so young."

Mao Rong's mother finally figured it out. During the Chinese New Year, Mao Rong confessed to them that he and Yu Shucheng were not in a relationship. She also secretly guessed whether Yu Shucheng was too young to hold his heart, and did something to make Mao Rong unhappy. matter.

After a long time, it turned out that my son was awkward and pushed others away.

Hurry up and call people back.

As soon as the door was opened, Yu Shucheng was coming down from the elevator and walking this way, holding a few plastic bags in his hands: "Auntie, can you see if these vegetables are okay, I also bought an extra fish, Rong Rong likes to eat it."

The two generations happily cook lunch together.

Mao Rong looked at his mother and Yu Shucheng talking and laughing in the kitchen, and felt a little bit of a taste. He went in several times and tried to squeeze Yu Shucheng out, but every time his mother drove him out with a spatula: "Go out, the kitchen is too small Can't turn around."

Mao Rong pouted and watched TV.

Mao Rong's mother taught Yu Shucheng to wash vegetables, and while cutting vegetables, she said: "My son, although not as rich as yours, was raised in the palm of his hand since he was a child. Maybe his father and I overprotected him. , so that he is particularly pure emotionally.”

Yu Shucheng said: "He is very good, very attractive."

Mao Rong's mother: "Do you like it too?"

The corners of Yu Shucheng's lips rose: "Of course, I like it so much."

Satisfied with the answer, Mao Rong's mother put the cleaned fish on the chopping board, squinted her eyes, and split the head and body of the fish neatly with a knife, saying meaningfully: "Our Mao family only welcomes long-term love. Dedicated child."

Seeing the miserable state of the fish rolling its eyes, Yu Shucheng's heart couldn't help shaking three times, wondering if his baby was cooking like this, the contrast was too scary.

The three of them sat down to eat, and Mao Rong's mother served her son a bowl of healthy chicken soup without salt, and her son-in-law a bowl of delicious fish soup.

Mao Rong bit the spoon and stared at the bowl in front of Yu Shucheng, unable to move her eyes away. Yu Shucheng wanted to change it with him, but Mao Rong's mother flew over with a sharp eye: "Drink the chicken soup first."

Mao Rong drank it in small sips with a bitter face, Yu Shucheng took advantage of Mao Rong's mother to go to the kitchen to prepare food, and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, there will be big fish for you to eat tonight."

Mao Rong understood what "big fish" referred to, and his face flushed immediately. Mao Rong's mother came back and asked him what was wrong. He reasoned that the chicken soup was too hot, and he crushed Yu Shucheng's instep with his heel under the table.

After eating, Mao Rong chased Yu Shucheng away again: "Don't you have something to do in the afternoon, let's go quickly."

Yu Shucheng took out his mobile phone and dialed: "Auntie finally came to visit, I will ask for leave."

"Don't, don't, don't," Mao Rong's mother disagreed, "You can't delay work, you go, come over when work is over, auntie will cook something delicious for you."

Yu Shucheng happily agreed, walked to the door and came back: "You two have nothing else to do in the afternoon? How about going with me to the studio for a half-day tour?"

Yu Shucheng drove the car himself, and drove all the way to the back door of the stage.

Mao Rong has been here several times as a make-up artist, and each time she carried a heavy make-up case and walked a long way from the gate, to the front of the stage, she had to make a big circle from the outside to the backstage entrance, and went down empty-handed like this It was the first time that the car entered the background.

Mao Rong's mother is more fresh, taking pictures everywhere with her mobile phone, and even going up to take pictures when she sees human-shaped stands and posters. Mao Rong changed from a makeup artist to a photographer, and took pictures all the way to the lounge.

Mao Rong's mother wants to post on Moments, Mao Rong is a good person, help her choose a few good-looking photos, whiten them and add filters, prank them, and involuntarily turn their eyes to a certain big star who is communicating with the stage director about the details , while no one was paying attention, secretly pointed at him with the camera of the mobile phone, and snapped several shots.

After a while, the assistant girl came in with today's performance costume, saw Mao Rong and thought he was invited by Yu Shucheng to do the makeup, and explained to him the requirements for today's stage makeup, Mao Rong happened to have nothing to do, so she just rolled up her sleeves Take the job.

As for who the middle-aged woman next to her was, the female assistant was at a loss. Yu Shucheng was usually quiet and had little contact with relatives and friends. This was the first time he brought someone backstage.

Yu Shucheng tried his best to raise his face to make it easier for Mao Rong to put on makeup, as if wishing to give his face to him, he cooperated and introduced: "This is my mother-in-law, and we will get two front seats for the performance later."

The female assistant was dumbfounded, didn't dare to ask any more questions, and hurriedly took the door out.

The performance was recorded and broadcast, and the audience was full.

Mao Rong and her mother were led to the front row facing the center of the stage. Two little girls in the back seat asked them if they came to see Yu Shucheng. Mao Rong's mother said yes. The little girls thought they had found an organization and were so excited , chatting with them non-stop, and gave each of them a banner, saying that they ordered it on the Internet.

Mao Rong took it over and took a look——Yu Shucheng was up front on me [heart]

...Who would dare to mention this!

In the end it was lifted.

Yu Shucheng, this coquettish alpha, has no restraint at all. He hasn't taken his eyes off him since he came on stage. He winks at him and takes off his coat and shows off his shoulders. Mao Rong feels that the camera has turned around to take pictures of him several times. , I can only cover my face with a hand banner, trying to reduce the sense of presence as much as possible.

But the ears couldn't stop it, Yu Shucheng's lazy and gorgeous voice circled and amplified in the enclosed venue, slowly flowing into the ears like flowing water.

"I love you repeatedly with seven seconds of memory,

If the distance between sea water and air,

Willing to leap thousands of miles out of the sea,

Meet with a kiss. "

Hearing this, Mao Rong couldn't help poking his head out to look up the stage, only to see Yu Shucheng put his finger to his lips and touched it, then he made a heartfelt gesture to the audience, and sang the last few lines at a slower pace.

"If you will trust my willingness,

trapped in my life waiting,

Step by step,

Take you into tenderness. "

Every tactful note hides delicate forbearance and affection.

Yu Shucheng stared at the center of the front row of the auditorium with starry eyes. The last note faded out with the piano accompaniment.

Mao Rong felt that the softest part of his heart was gently brushed by a wet fish's tail, causing a numbness like an electric shock.

Amidst the almost crazy howls of the girls in the back row, his body also trembled with the bursting and boiling cheers of the scene.

Mao Rong swallowed her saliva, raised her hand to block her sight, thinking that it was terrible, she shouldn't have come, and she shouldn't have used pink eye shadow on him, alpha is much scarier than omega when it's in love...

What if he really wants to lie down and let someone face up!