Differentiate into omega in the normal world

The word scumbag exploded on top of Song Chen's head like thunder. He was speechless and asked tentatively, "Are you crazy?"

Jealousy?

Chen Lang changed the words, "Then the chaos and abandonment?"

Song Chen: "You must have cheated on Chinese."

The elevator just arrived at the first floor. Song Chen passed him and went out, and Chen Lang followed him, half a step away from him, and kept saying, "Otherwise what's the name? Do you know that if I were a girl, you would have to come to my house to propose marriage now?" .”

Song Chen, who was walking briskly, staggered, but was quickly supported by Chen Lang, "Don't worry, my house is right there, I won't run away."

Song Chen stared at him. If half of his face was not covered by a mask, his expression would have been wonderful.

It's a pity, Chen Lang thought to himself.

"Don't worry, I won't marry you even if I marry a pig."

Song Chen yelled at him, his voice a little louder, and the passers-by were shocked by his rhetoric, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Song Chen pulled the mask a little more irritably, and continued walking with a dull head. Chen Lang smiled and said, "Then your sacrifice is too great, pig and me, isn't it better for me."

"What do you compare with a pig? No, why should I choose between you and a pig?"

Based on his face and his IQ, little girls have asked him to play on the swing since he was a child.

Chen Lang: "You didn't say it yourself."

Song Chen didn't want to talk to him.

He took out his mobile phone and asked Uncle Wang to come and pick him up. A drop of water fell on the screen of the mobile phone. When he looked up, the raindrop fell on his forehead.

Chen Lang stretched out his hand to feel it, "It's raining, do you have an umbrella?"

Song Chen shook his head, he didn't know it would rain, the weather forecast showed a bright sun.

"Go and hide at my house, just a few steps away, and go home after the rain stops."

"No, a little rain..."

Before he could finish speaking, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded from the sky, Song Chen almost bit his tongue in fright, and Chen Lang laughed beside him.

The slap in the face was caught off guard.

Immediately afterwards, the raindrops that fell gradually became larger, and the area that was wet just now gradually expanded.

"It's a thunderstorm, it will get bigger after a while."

Chen Lang grabbed Song Chen's wrist and ran in the opposite direction. Song Chen couldn't react in time and ran with him.

The rain was getting heavier, crackling on the ground, and passers-by were running like them.Song Chen looked down, carefully avoiding the small puddles that had accumulated.

The wrist was tightly held by Chen Lang, the temperature of the palm passed through the skin to the nerves, making it feel numb.

Chen Lang tried his best to take him past other people's houses, so as to protect him from the rain.

After a few minutes they came to a unit, Chen Lang opened the door and said, "Come up."

Song Chen hesitated, and he rolled the report into a tube and held it in his hand, "No need, I'll just wait here until the rain stops."

"The rain doesn't stop so quickly, and standing here can't stop the rain." Chen Lang said, "Come up and wipe off your clothes. Your clothes are all wet, or are you afraid to come up?"

Song Chen immediately said, "I have nothing to dare!"

Chen Lang: "Oh, then come up bravely."

Song Chen: "..."

His house was on the fifth floor, and there was no elevator. Song Chen couldn't catch his breath all the way. Except for the school music class, he would climb the classroom on the seventh floor, and basically never climbed any tall buildings.

When he reached the fifth floor, he was out of breath. Chen Lang opened the door and laughed at him, "With your physical strength, it's no wonder that you are the last one in every physical exam."

Song Chen: "So what, I passed."

I am very proud, I feel so uncomfortable running and sweating, anyway, I just pass the pass.

The door opened, and an old lady was sitting on the sofa in the living room listening to a play. Chen Lang called grandma, then bent down to look for slippers, and gave him a pair of slippers that Bai Xiaoting wore when she came, with a snow-white rabbit on them.

Song Chen choked, comforting himself not to pick and choose others, but to be polite, so he pretended not to see the rabbit.

"Where are the medicines?"

Just as Song Chen was about to say hello to his grandma, grandma suddenly shouted.

"I bought it."

Only then did Song Chen realize that Chen Lang was carrying a bag of medicine in his hand and put it on the coffee table. Grandma checked it all over and said dissatisfiedly, "One thing is missing."

Chen Lang replied calmly: "It just happened to be gone, I will buy it tomorrow, it's not at home..."

"What's gone! I think it was intentional. Today I missed this pair, and last time I missed that pair. It happened to you all by chance." Grandma poured out the medicine in the bag and pointed it out to him.

Chen Lang frowned, "Grandma, there are still guests."

Only then did grandma raise her head, seeing that Chen Lang's clothes were wet, she didn't ask anything. Her face was full of marks left by the years, but her eyes were bright. She turned her head and glanced at Song Chen indifferently. He took off his mask and looked away as he spoke.

Then turn off the TV and go back to the room.

Song Chen: "..."

Such a fierce old man.

"Are you scared?"

"No, no." Song Chen scratched his face, feeling that it was not the right time, "Why don't I go back first, and the rain outside is less."

Just as he was talking, a muffled thunder rumbled again, and then lightning flashed across.

Tian Tian has a grudge against him today, he is only staring at his words and thundering, and he is not swearing.

Chen Lang naturally pulled the depressed Song Chen, "Go to my room, I'll find some clean clothes for you to change into."

The wet clothes on his body were really uncomfortable. Now that they were all here, Song Chen stopped coddling and followed him into the room.

Chen Lang's room was very clean, unlike a boy's room, things were neatly arranged in categories, except for books, there were no other decorations.

It's boring.

Song Chen disliked it. Although he didn't play games or watch TV very much, there were still a lot of things in the room.

But the room is full of Chen Lang's breath, which is more comfortable than anything else to Song Chen.

"Put on this one. I got it from junior high school. It should be just right for you." Chen Lang pointed to the right side of the door, "The bathroom is over there. I'll find dry towels for you."

He turned his head and saw Song Chen took off his mask and lowered his head to smell the clothes just given to him, his eyes darkened a bit.

The man really knew how to get him out of control.

"Go, I'll catch a cold later!" Chen Lang lowered his voice.

Just go, what are you doing shouting so loudly.

Song Chen shook his clothes to cover up, put the inspection report on the desk, and trotted to the bathroom.

When Chen Lang came out after changing his clothes, he was standing and reading his medical examination report. Song Chen took two steps forward and pulled it away, "You don't understand."

"Then tell me." Chen Lang said, his black eyes staring straight at his neck, the clothes he was given were black, Song Chen was still wearing loose clothes, the entire collarbone was exposed, his white skin was as white as the snow like.

His eyes moved up to Song Chen's overly pretty face, and his breathing became irregular.

After adjusting quickly, he coughed and asked, "Did you go to fine-tune?"

Song Chen: "???"

Song Chen kicked him, raised the tails of his eyes, and spoke arrogantly like a peacock spreading his tail, "Do I need it?"

He touched his face and left the mask in the bathroom.

Chen Lang never took his eyes off his face, and asked, "Then what's wrong with your face? That's why you've been wearing a mask these days."

"It's just... just sick. The doctor said it's quite serious, and the face is a side effect."

Chen Lang snorted, and didn't make a draft when he was lying.

If this is a side effect, girls all over the world are willing to suffer from this disease.

"So you ran to my bed in the middle of the night because of this disease?"

"Yes." Song Chen lacked confidence and crumpled the medical report in his hand.

Chen Lang took a step forward, and the two of them got very close. After the rain, the breath suddenly became stronger. Song Chen's eyes turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body also became weak.

Come again?

Taking advantage of him, grab his medical report.

Chen Lang turned to the conclusion on the last page, and pointed to a line of words to show him:

In good health, no abnormality, regular exercise is recommended.

"Your language comprehension ability is quite serious, is this called sick?"

Chen Lang's tone was still teasing with ease, but his eyes were as sharp as a falcon's, staring closely at his prey.Song Chen's fair cheeks were covered with a thin powder, and his starry eyes were forced out of mist by the breath after the rain. He looked at Chen Lang pitifully and innocently.

He took two steps back and sat down on the chair in front of the desk, holding his neck stubbornly to confront Chen Lang.

Chen Lang's eyes dropped a little, seeing that his fair and delicate skin was stained with a thin layer of red, and his whole body exuded a sweet and seductive aura.

Wants to be swallowed in one gulp.

Before Song Chen realized the danger, he snatched the report and threw it on the ground, showing his paws like a kitten who would not admit defeat, "I'm just sick! Do you have any objections! Why bother so much!"

Chen Lang's face darkened, his brows furrowed.

In the end who gave the courage, people can't stand still and are so fierce.

The breath after the rain in the air was suppressed a little more, forcing Song Chen to whimper from his throat.

uncomfortable.

The back seems to be...

There's something fucking coming out again.

It's all Chen Lang's fault!

No matter how slow Song Chen was, he could still react. Chen Lang's breath was both an antidote and a poison.

"If you're not sick, why would you think..." Song Chen couldn't bear it any longer, and stretched out his limp hands to grab Chen Lang's clothes and pull them down.

Chen Lang bent down and indulged Song Chen to pull his collar closer.

One hand rests on the back of the chair, the other on the table.

Circle the little toffee in front of you.

"Huh? What are you thinking?"

The author has something to say:

Chen Lang: Tell me, what do you want to do to me?

Song Chen: I want to beat you