When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

Lu Zhe expressed his admiration for Shen Qiao's memory, he did not remember what should be remembered, and did not forget what should be forgotten.

"You just think that I'm cursing you, but you don't think that I'm trying to persuade you to quit smoking?" He raised his hand helplessly and pressed the corner of his forehead, the tails of his eyes were upturned, and all his eyes were drawn with gentle arcs.

Shen Qiao snorted coldly, looked back at the passers-by in front of her everywhere, and her tone returned to the carefree tone she always had when she didn't want to care about others: "I'm really sorry, you are so tactful in persuasion, I really didn't expect the deeper Kindness."

He bit the accent on the word "good intentions" at the end.

Lu Zhe knew it was going to be bad as soon as he heard it, and he wanted to coax him reflexively, but just as he stretched out his hand, Shen Qiao had already lifted his foot and walked out. His steps were fast and anxious, obviously trying to get rid of him.

He shook his head, followed quickly with his long legs, and asked in a low voice behind, "Don't go so fast, do you know the way?"

Shen Qiao originally didn't want to talk to him for a short while, but when she heard him say something like this again, she stopped abruptly, put her hands in her pockets, and asked with a cold smile:

"What? I don't know the way, I don't even deserve to eat?"

Lu Zhe: "..."

He lowered his head and replied with a sigh: "No, I am not worthy."

Does the man who offends his future wife deserve to have dinner?No.

Lu Zhe asked and answered in his heart, then looked at the people passing by outside the hotel, and said in a flattering and discussing tone: "Don't be angry, I was wrong."

Shen Qiao didn't say a word, went out and just picked a restaurant that was pleasing to the eye and walked in. Obviously, he had lost interest in the restaurant that Lu Zhe mentioned, and he only planned to make a quick fix to fill his stomach and continue Go back and play games.

Lu Zhe rubbed his nose again, not daring to speak to him anymore, followed him silently and subduedly, and after sitting down, handed Shen Qiao the menu, poured water, and unpacked the tableware, obediently like a little daughter-in-law.

……

"Jojo..."

After returning to the hotel and getting out of the elevator, Lu Zhe saw that no one was around, so he went up to pull Shen Qiao's arm, but Shen Qiao easily avoided his movement, took out the room card, and was about to go back to his room to take a shower before go to training.

The door opens and closes—

But Lu Zhe forcibly squeezed in.

Shen Qiao looked back at Lu Zhe, her gaze was heartless and indifferent, but it did not have any lethality to Lu Zhe's thick skin, and even this man continued to smile at him shamelessly.

Now that Shen Qiao saw his smile, she wanted to beat him up. Just as she wanted to see what she saw, Lu Zhe seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and took the initiative to take two steps in his direction, and said in a low voice:

"Don't slap your face, there will be a match the day after tomorrow."

Shen Qiao: "..."

Seeing that he seemed to be getting angrier, Lu Zhe was at a loss. He tentatively proposed again: "Then... I'll kneel down and let you beat me? I promise not to fight back."

Shen Qiao listened to his more and more outrageous suggestions, and the evil fire in her heart burned even more. In the end, for some reason, she raised her hand and grabbed Lu Zhe's collar, pulled him over, and bit down on his lips.

He didn't hold back.

Lu Zhe took a deep breath in pain, but a vague laughter escaped from his throat. He stretched out his hand to gently caress Shen Qiao's back, and patted Shen Qiao gently, as if to comfort her.

As a result, when Shen Qiao heard his voice, she became more ruthless.

Finally, Lu Zhe couldn't bear it anymore, but he didn't dodge, but took the initiative to meet him, only smiling and begging for mercy, with vague words overflowing from his lips and teeth: "Take it easy... I really won't be able to see anyone for a while... Hiss..."

The more unruly he was, the more fierce Shen Qiao became, and she even warned him viciously: "Shut up."

Lu Zhe's lower lip hurt badly, and he was about to refrain from provoking him, when he suddenly tasted a faint smell of rust, and at that moment, Shen Qiao paused.

next moment--

Lu Zhefu moved the palm of Shen Qiao's back upwards, and pressed it on the back of the opponent's head. His fingertips sank into the roots of the hair, and pressed the person towards him with force. He turned against the customer and took the initiative back.

"Taste..." He whispered, "Isn't it delicious?"

Shen Qiao was captured by the perverted breath in his gentle inviting tone, and he completely took the upper hand without noticing it for a while, and only stuttered to respond, vaguely glimpsed his eyes soaked in a smile, falling It looks like frost, good-looking and good-looking, but it gives people a feeling of cold and evil.

……

After the nonsense ended, Shen Qiao leaned against the bathroom door with her arms folded, watching Lu Zhe look at the bite marks on the corners of her lips in the mirror, and her thin lips that were as bright as peach blossoms in the past were now three points redder. It's as if the petals are crushed to the point that the juice is squeezed out, full of residual decadence.

Lu Zhe caught a glimpse of the sarcasm in Shen Qiao's eyes from the mirror, pressed the corners of his lips to look back at him, with the halo of light in his eyes flickering, and asked him with a smile: "Do you want me to walk around the street later and give everyone a look?" Show off your masterpiece?"

Shen Qiao stood up straight, and threatened him expressionlessly: "How dare you?" Lu Zhe was ashamed, he wanted more.

After thinking for a while, he squeezed out another sentence through his teeth: "You asked for it yourself."

Lu Zhe supported the sink with one hand, turned around and saw that Shen Qiao had calmed down a lot, and he was not willing to continue to be angry with him, without the eloquent appearance of the past, he only responded softly: "Yes, I deserve it."

He no longer cared about the wound on the corner of his lips, walked back to Shen Qiao's side, raised his arms to hug him, rested his chin on Shen Qiao's shoulder, tilted his head, and the slightly warm breath fell on the other's neck when he spoke:

"It is my fault."

"I should have a better tone when I left the message, so I don't have to go back and find someone to borrow my account."

After all, it's not something worth showing off to leave a message to your ex-boyfriend's live broadcast room and get blocked.

What's more...

Lu Zhe thought of his previous mood, and felt that he wanted to beat himself up.

At that time, he didn't know what Shen Qiao had experienced after he left, and he didn't know that the other party had made such efforts for the reunion of the two. He just insisted on... using the way he thought was right to influence Shen Qiao's life. Life.

After all, he tried to type in the words "smoking is not good for your health" before, but Shen Qiao undoubtedly ignored him, and in the end he had to do it in an ingenious way.

But this is not good.

Lu Zhe raised his head and met Shen Qiao's eyes from a close distance. The smile disappeared in his voice, and he said seriously, "I'm sorry."

Shen Qiao was shocked by his overly serious apology, she shifted her eyes uncomfortably, her face was full of "Since you apologize so sincerely, then I'll let it go mercifully", and after a while, she remembered something, Lu Zhe pushed it away and spread out his palms:

"What about the number?"

Lu Zhe was puzzled: "Huh?"

Shen Qiao didn't look at him, and her tone was pretending to be relaxed: "Give me the account ID, and I'll check the blacklist later, and I can release it for you. Hurry up and leave the position for those who need it more."

Lu Zhe was amused for a while.

He habitually raised his hand and took out his mobile phone, wanting to open the memo. After all, there are too many accounts he borrowed, as well as his own mobile phone number and other small accounts registered with other chat software. Instead of writing down the account password, he just uses his brain Remembering is simply impossible.

However, just after unlocking the screen, Lu Zhe suddenly changed his mind, put the phone back in his pocket, took Shen Qiao's hand and kissed it on his lips, and replied with a smile: "Forget it, I forgot."

He said: "It doesn't matter, anyway, those on the blacklist are trumpets, it doesn't matter."

Shen Qiao shook off his sticky movements, frowned and looked at his pockets, feeling that his answer on this matter was not right.

He looked at Lu Zhe with cool eyes, raised his eyebrows, and reminded him very patiently:

"Are you sure you want to keep lying to me?"

Lu Zhe: "..."

Being stared at by Shen Qiao, the pain at the corners of his lips became more and more obvious, so he had no choice but to surrender, handed over his phone, opened the memo and went to him, explaining in a low voice: "It's just a black history..."

Shen Qiao first glanced at ten lines at a glance, and found that there were at least 20 numbers on it, and he admired Lu Zhe's speed of creating numbers.

Turning around and walking into the room, Shen Qiao went to look for the laptop he brought, and wanted to see if he could go to the blacklist in the background of the live broadcast room to operate it. Lu Zhe's account passwords had id notes in front of them.

When the laptop was turned on, Shen Qiao looked down at the ids again, trying to find out if she knew any of them——

As a result, when it reached the end, his fingertips stopped moving.

"69370000? This number id..."

Lu Zhe had a "thud" in his heart, but asked calmly on his face, "Why? Are you familiar with a string of numbers?"

Shen Qiao glanced at him, but logged into the live broadcast room, glanced at the reward list in the backstage, and was about to search down according to it, but Lu Zhe raised his hand from behind and spread his five fingers to block his screen .

"It's me, it's me, don't look for it."

"How do you even remember the number that such a stingy person can only tip you 100 yuan a day?"

He sighed helplessly, and was once again confused by Shen Qiao's Schrödinger's memory. After all, when he was studying, Shen Qiao enrolled in a liberal arts class. His memory was so bad that unless he closed his eyes to answer the questions, it would be difficult to count down.

Shen Qiao pursed her lips, pushed his hand away without saying a word, and searched down from the list of hundreds of thousands of rewards. After finding a hundred names all the way, she finally saw such an account with accumulated rewards of 9000 yuan.

He stared at the number for a long time before answering softly: "Not stingy."

……

That was when Shen Jinyi had just passed away.

Lu Chengzhen couldn't wait to welcome the new couple into the house. He wasn't in the mood for that miserable couple, and he didn't know how to treat Lu Qianshuang. I found a hotel in the city next door to stay.

As expected, Lu Chengzhen didn't care about his departure, as if he never knew that there was such a person in his family. After all, Shen Jinyi's existence in these years was a kind of shock to Lu Chengzhen, and even Shen Jinyi adopted him without a care. The son by blood was naturally forgotten by him by choice.

Shen Qiao knew that even if she had the cheek to stay, there would not be any good results. The matter between him and Lu Zhe was enough for him to become a thorn in Su Qiongpei's side.

It's just the difference between the Lu family asking him to leave and him leaving consciously.

As for going back to school...

After thinking about his own grades, Shen Qiao was sure that the college entrance examination meant little to him. He could either pick up his books and go to a vocational school, work hard to get a diploma that was not very useful, or Just repeating with a shy face, maybe I have to work part-time to pay for the tuition for myself.

No matter how you think about it, it's just a part-time job. Shen Qiao feels that she might as well die early and live longer.

He sparingly booked only the most common type of single room for himself, first picked up a special room and renewed it for a month, and then went out to look for a job.

As a result, regardless of restaurants or factories, once they heard that he was a minor, they didn't want to cause trouble.

After running for two or three days with no results, he could only try his luck at an Internet cafe, but who knows that even Internet cafes are strictly controlled these days—the boss told him that the crackdown is strict these days, and minors are not allowed to go out and surf the Internet.

Shen Qiao had no choice but to dig into those remote alleys, looking for places like black Internet cafes, and finally found it. The ecology of the place was also smoky.

At a young age, he learned to use cigarettes to deal with people, learned to call a bunch of social gangsters who have nothing to do, and also learned to read people's faces, just to be a game booster in that Internet cafe.

The daily leveling fee is 20 yuan, and he pays the boss [-] yuan for Internet access.

The remaining two yuan is not enough for him to eat, and he still faces blackmail from some social brothers.

Shen Qiao naturally didn't give a dime, after all, if he gave it again, he would really pay it back!Even if it was two yuan, it was still considered his income. He could exchange four steamed buns a day, and he could barely survive on the food.

One-on-one, group fight...

He went back to the hotel every day with the color on his back. When he found that the accommodation fee was burning his wallet, the place he lived in was downgraded from five-star to three-star and then downgraded to an ordinary hotel. In the middle of the night, he could even hear the next door coughing clearly. Clear.

After another half a month, he got acquainted with the owner of the Internet cafe, and finally he was able to live in the Internet cafe with the least amount of money.

During this period, he broke his mobile phone because of a fight with his social buddies, and scrapped thousands of clothes. In the end, even a five-figure watch was almost snatched away. Lying cold in the bank card.

……

In order to prevent herself from being starved to death one day, Shen Qiao learned to live broadcast in addition to power leveling, using all available time.

It was very difficult to make money in live broadcasting at the beginning, and he was not used to speaking during live broadcasting, and he did not turn on the camera. Even after half a month, his popularity did not reach three digits. Some people still think that his skills are mature. , Appreciate some attention.

Later, the owner of the Internet cafe saw how miserable he was, and shook his head on his chair and asked:

"Do you want to make money? If you want to make money, turn on the camera."

Shen Qiao asked him contemptuously: "Is my face prettier than my skills?"

The boss nodded: "For some fans who can't understand the game - yes, your face looks better than your skills."

Shen Qiao: "...But am I not a game anchor?"

The boss patted the back of his chair earnestly: "You should be thankful that you are a game anchor, so that you are the best-looking anchor among the game-playing anchors, and among the best-looking ones, you are the best at playing games."

Shen Qiao: "..."

He replied reflexively: "I'm not the best looking."

For no reason, he just thought of Lu Zhe out of the blue. If that guy came to live broadcast, he might have half a year's salary once he turned on the camera...

He stared blankly at the screen, feeling sudden longing in that smoky, weird-smelling Internet cafe full of all kinds of curses.

The heart was sour and astringent, as if someone had poured a large glass of lemon juice into it and shook it, all limbs and bones felt that way, every cell was screaming sour.

"It's okay, you're not the prettiest, you're the most handsome!" The boss didn't know what he was thinking, and walked away with a cigarette in his mouth.

Shen Qiao came back to his senses, watched the live broadcast room for a long time, and turned on the camera suspiciously, and then that was the day when his live broadcast room traffic reached four digits for the first time.

It was also the first time he received a tip.

Some people threw six dollars, some people threw system gifts, and the barrage became lively, but most of the problems were——

[Does little brother have a date?If not, do you mind considering me?If so, would you mind having one more? 】

[Just for your looks, I don't care if you are a, b or o! 】

[Can I download lol now and become as handsome as you? 】

【Simpler!Speak!How much do you tip for your personal contact information? 】

Shen Qiao glanced at the smoky barrage, and couldn't help frowning: "No friends."

The words fall...

The tipping stopped, not even the free gifts.

The world is so real.

Shen Qiao's expression changed, her bottom line was faltering, and she finally continued to play the game dully.

Then the next night, he saw this account who was throwing 100 yuan as a reward in his live broadcast room.

He spoke the words of thanks unskillfully: "Thank you for the deep water of '69370000'—"

At the end, the voice became weaker by two points, and he added: "Do you want an administrator?"

Because this id is currently the one with the most rewards, it is at the top of the reward list in Shen Qiao's live broadcast room.

As a result, he waited and waited, but did not wait for this person's reply.

Shen Qiao was making fun of herself, and she didn't know what kind of anchor this rich boss liked, so she just continued playing.

As a result, every day after that, that id will appear at night, and then leave after losing the reward, as if it is specially here to send a wave of money.

...That month, it was the first time that Shen Qiao got a share of 600 yuan on the live broadcast platform, plus a basic salary of [-] yuan, minus the rent of [-] yuan to the boss, and the remaining [-] yuan, he was finally able to make ends meet.

This id persisted until Shen Qiao was signed by the youth training team. It disappeared as suddenly as when it came, and disappeared without a trace, but he always remembered it.

……

Lu Zhe touched his head from behind, and said in a low voice: "At that time, I was in the northwest, and my mobile phone was an old man's phone that couldn't even connect to the Internet. It was my former classmate who sent me a text message and told me that I saw you broadcast live things..."

At that time, Su Qiongpei was determined to cut off his contact with Shen Qiao, for fear that their old relationship would rekindle.

Even the pocket money is given to her fellow villagers over there. Let them give Lu Zhe 100 yuan in cash a day. This pocket money is not small, and it can even make him live quite well. Opportunity to buy yourself a mobile phone again.

But he didn't make it to that day.

Ever since he heard about Shen Qiao's live broadcast, he found the richest classmate in the class that day, gave out [-] cash, and asked him to go to the live broadcast room for rewards. It was the end of the month, and he had a total of before It's two hundred, and I can occasionally add a meal in the cafeteria. The days are considered nourishing.

He didn't know about Shen Jinyi's death at the time, and he didn't know whether Shen Qiao still wanted to be with him again, so he just asked his classmates and didn't say anything else. Give it a shot, just this once.

But the classmate gave him feedback: "Hey? Do you want to add him as a friend? My current account is the biggest boss in his live broadcast room! I think maybe you can try it!"

"100 yuan is the big boss?" Lu Zhe was a little stunned.

"It's the same for newcomers." His classmates were not surprised.

Lu Zhe thought for a while, and then asked: "Do other people reward him as a friend?"

"It doesn't seem to be added... But I didn't ask, after all, I still want to see my beauty anchor! You know, hehe."

Lu Zhe nodded: "It's okay, maybe he doesn't want to know it's me, that's fine, thank you."

At that time, he still had a breath.

It was Shen Qiao who broke up with him first, and then the two of them were separated by the family for the second time. Even though he and his mother emphasized countless times, he was not so humble that he was dumped and posted it again.

But Su Qiongpei was still worried.

So even though his old relationship is unforgettable, remembering the guarantee with Su Qiongpei, he still didn't take the initiative to contact him, as if he could dilute his feelings and gradually fade through a classmate relationship.

Until his classmate said to him the next day: "Hey, is your friend having a bad time at home? I watched his live broadcast last night before going to bed. It was still at three o'clock. Today I was woken up by the alarm clock. Guess what? He stayed up all night! Too much work!"

"The host is really difficult to mix...I'm going to give my goddess some more money!"

Lu Zhe was startled: "Should...impossible?"

The classmate shrugged and stopped mentioning it to him.

Until that night, Lu Zhe routinely answered the phone calls from home. Thinking of this incident, he couldn't help but test Su Qiongpei if something happened at home recently.

Su Qiongpei hesitated, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and flaunted: "That woman is finally dead..."

Lu Zhe subconsciously asked, "What about Shen Qiao?"

Su Qiongpei's tone changed immediately: "Why are you asking this? Are you still thinking about him?"

After thinking for a while, she said again: "It's useless for you to worry about it, the child is gone, we don't care where he went - but Xiao Zhe, don't do stupid things, if you delay the college entrance examination, mother will go crazy It's gone, be good, okay? Mom, please, didn't you promise that I wouldn't look for him again? "

Lu Zhe responded with a sneer: "How can I find it? You let the neighbors monitor my whereabouts every day, let the class teacher report to you whether I have gone to school, and you don't even connect the network cable in the house. You are almost sending me to jail. Go find it, do I have money? Can I run away?"

He hangs up.

Then I sat in the room for an hour, mainly struggling with my thoughts.

In the end, he sighed again and again, still worried that Shen Qiao had no money to use, so he called that classmate at night and asked him to throw another 100 yuan, and he would call him the money tomorrow.

The classmate asked him again if he wanted to leave a message on the screen?

Lu Zhe: "No way..."

So what if Shen Qiao found out?Is it a wimp who knows he can't leave?Or would you laugh at his self-indulgence?

It was like this day after day, until his classmate said to him: "The college entrance examination is coming, my mother confiscated my account, I will give you the account password of my account, and you can go to the live broadcast room to reward yourself another day."

Lu Zhe was stunned, and when he took the slip of account and password, he pursed his lips and didn't say that his mobile phone couldn't connect to the Internet.

Then his classmate added: "Hey, but I heard that he seems to have signed a youth training team. After he is going to play professionally, he probably won't be short of money again."

Lu Zhe lowered his eyes, "Really?"

He said, "Forget it."

……

Later, Lu Zhe heard about Shen Qiao's past events after he played a professional game, and then he knew that Shen Qiao's life after leaving the Lu family was not very good.

He couldn't help but feel a little regretful: If he had known earlier...

pity.

At that time, they were all too weak, and he insisted too much on his unwarranted face.

Lu Zhe sighed softly, buried his head into the back of Shen Qiao's neck, smelled his cool pheromone smell, and his tone was rarely embarrassed:

"At that time, I didn't know that the live broadcast platform was [-] points with you. When I thought that I lost three thousand a month and you didn't know how much you got in the end..." I wished I could travel back in time and put that awkward self in front of me. Beat up.

Shen Qiao lowered her head, didn't look at the screen any more, and only replied softly: "It's enough."

Six hundred is enough, really.

He asked again: "Why do you think this is black history?"

Lu Zhe said with a smile: "Compared to the ten to 20 rewards in your live broadcast room, my [-] here is like a public execution... I have already thought about the title, #shocked! The DG team is so stingy! Lu Zhe Zhe Zhui's reward is less than [-] yuan! #”

Smiling, he whispered in Shen Qiao's ear again: "I'm sorry, Qiao Qiao, I should have come back earlier." Come back to you sooner.

Shen Qiao pinched his neck backhandedly, tilted her head, smelled Lu Zhe's body, tried hard to control the heat in her eyes, and answered after a long time:

"It's not black history." The icing on the cake now will never be as good as Lu Zhe's timely help.

"Don't apologize either," he said.

"You always show up in time." Not too early or too late, just happened to come into my life and light up my world.

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Don't cry, Jojo!I give you my chocolate!Here! (raise bird paw)