Withdrawal reaction [ABO]

Lu Yunyan threw Song Yanning into the back seat of the car, and sat in the co-pilot's seat irritatedly.

The driver Lao Jiang who was summoned temporarily was bewildered.

Lu Yunyan loosened his tie and said angrily, "Driving? Why are you standing there?"

Old Jiang: "Master... don't you need to add a blanket to Xiao Ning?"

Lu Yunyan looked back at Song Yanning in the back seat. The young man was soaked, his clothes were wrinkled and stuck to his body, and his thin body was curled up like a weak cub.

The inside of the car smelled of Song Yanning's pheromone, and mixed with the smell of another unknown bastard Alpha.

The two pheromones unexpectedly fit together into a soft and sweet taste.

But the smell made Lu Yunyan feel sick.

Song Yanning is his property, a docile and obedient property.

Now this property has been mixed with someone else, and it has been temporarily marked, and the whole person exudes a chaotic atmosphere that disgusts him.

Originally, the only alpha pheromone that could appear on Song Yanning's body was that of Lu Yunyan, but now it has become another kind.

It's worse than eating a fly.

Lu Yunyan gritted his teeth, opened the car window anxiously, and said coldly, "He is not worthy to drive."

Old Jiang blinked his eyes, drove the car honestly, and rolled up the window by the way.

Lu Yunyan twitched the corner of his mouth: "What are you doing?"

Lao Jiang touched the back of his head and smiled innocently: "It's cold outside, and Xiao Ning's physique is poor, so it's easy to catch a cold."

Lu Yunyan rolled down the car window again and sneered: "Old Jiang, you really care about Song Yanning?"

Old Jiang touched the back of his head again, smiled and stopped talking.

The icy cold wind came head-on, and Lu Yunyan let out a long breath.

It was definitely the most disturbing birthday he had ever had.

It's okay to have to see Lao Jiang, whom he hates the most, but Song Yanning actually did such a thing.

Lu Yunyan turned his head and glanced at Song Yanning, seeing the sleeping Song Yanning trembling unconsciously.

Lu Yunyan was silent for a while, turned his head after all, and silently lit a cigarette.

Old Jiang was always smiling, but now he frowned slightly: "Master, smoking is harmful to your health."

Lu Yunyan raised his eyes and glanced at him, sneered: "You still know I'm the young master?"

Old Jiang still smiled, but didn't say anything.

No one knows the old ginger's name.

From Lu Yunyan's memory, Lao Jiang was Lu Mo's confidant, always smiling, so that people couldn't tell the truth.

As long as someone asks his name, he will smile and say, "Lao Jiang is fine."

Even the first and last names are unclear.

But he seemed to be particularly concerned about Song Yanning.

Even what Lu Yunyan did, Lao Jiang had to mix it up a few times, all for Song Yanning.

Lu Yunyan once asked Song Yanning, but Song Yanning turned pale with fright at that time, but he didn't say a word.

From then on, Lu Yunyan was wary of Lao Jiang.

"Old Jiang." Lu Yunyan smoked a cigarette unhurriedly, frowned and said, "You didn't say anything about my smoking before, but now you have to do it."

Lu Yunyan flicked the cigarette ash, squinted his eyes at Old Jiang: "Is it because Song Yanning doesn't like the smell of cigarettes?"

Old Jiang's smile was a little colder.

Lu Yunyan waited quietly for him to speak.Lao Jiang cared more about Song Yanning than him, so naturally he had more weaknesses than him.

Unknown servants are never hired.

"Xiao Ning's fate is bad." Lao Jiang touched the back of his head again with a smile, "Such a small child has no father or mother, and I have no children. I almost treat Xiao Ning as my own."

Lu Yunyan put out the cigarette and didn't believe his nonsense.

Song Yanning hides away from Lao Jiang every time.

"At our age, we always like children." Lao Jiang smiled and glanced at Song Yanning through the rearview mirror.

Lu Yunyan said inexplicably: "Look at the road."

Old Jiang smiled and looked away.

When they arrived at Lu's house, Lao Jiang and Lu Yunyan picked up the sleeping Song Yanning one step at a time.

Lu Yunyan: "..."

Lu Yunyan twitched the corners of his mouth: "Old Jiang, that's crazy enough."

Lao Jiang smiled and tilted his head: "After all, it is the person arranged by the master, Lao Jiang must take care of him, right?"

Lu Mo almost regarded Song Yanning as his adopted son, and he was probably the person in the Lu family who cared most about Song Yanning.

But for some reason, Song Yanning was terrified of Lu Mo to death.

Lu Yunyan didn't have the strength to fight against Lu Mo, and he didn't want to fight against his father for Song Yanning.

"Send it to my room." Lu Yunyan took off his crumpled coat in disgust, and walked upstairs without stopping.

Old Jiang paused, and asked again: "Doesn't Xiao Ning have her own room?"

Lu Yunyan stopped on the stairs.

He turned his head and looked down at Old Jiang, his anger was suppressed in his throat, but Alpha's pheromone surged uncontrollably.

"I said." Lu Yunyan smiled falsely, "Send it to my room, don't you understand?"

There was a strange ups and downs in Lao Jiang's eyes, and finally he bowed his head submissively, and replied "yes" respectfully.

When Lao Jiang passed Lu Yunyan with Song Yanning in his arms, Lu Yunyan stopped him.

"I've changed my mind." Lu Yunyan said in that mocking tone again, "Give him to me, and you can go back and help my father."

Lao Jiang slowly handed Song Yanning to Lu Yunyan.

"Oh, that's right." Lu Yunyan deliberately hugged him a little tighter, "His name is Song Yanning, not Xiaoning. You always call him Xiaoning Xiaoning, and it's easy for me to misunderstand other things."

Old Jiang's smile was a little annoyed.

"Young master, what did you misunderstand?" Lao Jiang forced a smile, but squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

Lu Yunyan laughed mockingly: "That's my business, it has nothing to do with you."

Old Jiang secretly gritted his teeth.

It's fine if you want to drive him away, but you have to tease and humiliate him first.

Lu Yunyan's bad taste hasn't changed since childhood.

Lao Jiang, who had already walked to the door, was unwilling after all, but when he turned around, he saw Lu Yunyan standing on the second floor still holding Song Yanning, his eyes were obscure.

Lao Jiang tightened his fingers and shouted: "Master, do you know what they did to Xiao Ning? Everyone in the Lu family is—"

"I know."

Lu Yunyan said flatly: "I know a lot of things. Lao Jiang, call him 'Song Butler'."

He stood on a high place, the light and shadow were dim, his expression was elusive in the darkness, but his voice was full of ridicule and contempt.

Old Jiang froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Lu Yunyan smiled suddenly, with resentment and coldness in his eyes.

"But you did it, what does it have to do with me?" The smile on his face gradually disappeared and turned into a frighteningly ruthless expression, "After all..."

"I'm the only one who treats him well, isn't it?"

Lu Yunyan is the only one who is good to Song Yanning.

Song Yanning was taken out of the dungeon when he was six years old, and now he is 17 years old. In the huge Lu family, only Lu Yunyan is good to him.

Lu Mo treated him badly, never.

Lu Mo gave him countless opportunities, but they all forced him to trade them for himself.

Lu Mo never saw Song Yanning in his eyes, he just wanted to see the shadow of another person through Song Yanning's face.

Song Yanning is just a tool, used to maintain a period of old and worn-out vain tools.

The Lu family did not see Song Yanning in their eyes either.

He is just a disgusting existence, a symbol of the Song family's shameless reliance on the Lu family, revealing snobbery and flattery everywhere, and even reminding everyone in the Lu family.

In Lu Mo's heart, there was always that Song Jin.

"It's disgusting. Why are you still here?"

This is what Song Yanning has heard the most since she was a child.

How can an existence that the entire Lu family hates have a good life?

In 11 years, only Lu Yunyan called him by his name.

Whether Xiao Ning or Yan Ning, even yelling "Song Yan Ning" when angry is a thousand times better than "Little Bastard".

Lu Yunyan.

The land of the land, the cloud of the cloud, the words of the words.

It is Song Yanning's only light.

No one does not love their own light.

In the 11 years of darkness where he could not see a way out, Lu Yunyan was his only light.

Even if he gave sporadic love, it was Song Yanning's radiance.

He has been trampled on for more than ten years, and even love is so humble that there is no cure.

Lu Yunyan threw Song Yanning into the bathtub, and turned on the cold water with a cold face.

The ice-cold water poured down on Song Yanning's head, and Song Yanning regained some consciousness in a drowsy state.

Lu Yunyan squatted down in front of him, pinched his chin, and said softly, "Yanning?"

Song Yanning shook violently, and finally gradually regained consciousness, barely seeing the outline of Lu Yunyan in the blur.

It's a pity that he was offline for too long, and I only remember Lu Yunyan's disgusted look.

"Yunyan, brother and I just ran into each other by chance!" Song Yanning excitedly held Lu Yunyan's wrist, "I'm going to—"

Lu Yunyan interrupted him viciously, and touched Song Yanning's face with a smile: "Why did Yanning explain to me?"

Song Yanning's words were blocked by him.

Sure enough, Song Yanning had a fever, with a slight burning sensation all over his body, but the little fool didn't realize it. Instead, he choked on Lu Yunyan and looked at Lu Yunyan in a daze.

The peach-blossom eyes, which were already hazy with water vapor, became confused because of the drowsiness caused by the fever.

Like a silly little animal.

Song Yanning said cautiously: "Because... because Yun Yan is angry..."

Lu Yunyan narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to caress the back of Song Yanning's neck.

Another pheromone attacks the gland, but not the one that marked him, and instead of stimulation, it brings a pinprick-like pain.

Song Yanning was unprepared and grunted in pain.

"Does it hurt?" The smile on Lu Yunyan's face disappeared, and he clasped the back of Song Yanning's neck forcefully, "Does Xiaoning know why I'm angry?"

Sensitive glands tingled endlessly, Song Yanning shed physiological tears and slowly shook her head.

Lu Yunyan stared at him for a long time before he believed that Song Yanning was really marked unconsciously.

Lu Yunyan let go of the back of Song Yanning's neck, gently stroked Song Yanning's eyebrows, and said softly: "Because I found out that Xiao Ning hates me the most."

Song Yanning panicked and denied: "No! No!"

Lu Yunyan stood up, took a step back, and sighed, "Xiao Ning is getting better at lying."

Song Yanning was frightened by him, got up in a drowsy state, stumbled and fell to the ground, and didn't forget to grab his trouser legs in a daze.

"Don't...don't leave me." Song Yanning was in pain like burning, and the fever had disturbed his sanity.

All he knew was that it was his only light.

If it is lost, there will be only endless darkness.

He is afraid of the dark.

scared to death.

Lu Yunyan pulled Song Yanning up, hugged her into his arms, and sarcastically said, "Am I important to Xiao Ning?"

Song Yanning sobbed and nodded.

Lu Yunyan hooked the corner of his mouth: "Then... prove it to me."

Song Yanning had been burned out for a long time, looked at him as if lost his soul, opened and closed his lips for a long time, and finally said what Lu Yunyan wanted.

"I can do whatever Yunyan wants me to do."

Lu Yunyan raised his eyebrows playfully.

He knew Song Yanning's physique very well.

The combination of rain and fever was enough to make him unconscious. In addition, Song Yanning was always weak, and fever was always accompanied by dizziness.

At this time, Song Yanning's heart is most vulnerable.

Lu Yunyan was just curious.

I just want to vent my temper and just want to play.

do you know?

The moths that are most obsessed with radiance end up with no bones left.