Differentiate into omega in the normal world

It was broad daylight when he woke up, and Song Chen felt a pain in the back of his neck. Thinking of how hard Chen Lang bit him last night, he was a little scared.

I almost thought I was going to be bitten off a piece of meat.

He touched back, hissing in pain.

"Don't touch it." Chen Lang woke up earlier than him. When he came in after getting ready for breakfast, he saw Song Chen woke up, and held his hand tightly.

Looking at the scars on the back of the neck, his eyes darkened slightly, "I bitten the skin, I'll rub it on you with ointment."

"Broken?" Song Chen obediently didn't move, and couldn't help muttering, "I knew it, I kept calling you to be quiet, and I didn't hear it like I was deaf."

He didn't stop talking, Chen Lang listened amusedly, and after applying the medicine, he lowered his head and kissed his ear, and said, "I'm not deaf, but I can't help it."

Song Chen shut his mouth immediately, the ears that had been kissed by him were all red.

"Get up and eat."

The time of waking up was a bit embarrassing, it was stuck at around nine o'clock, when breakfast was considered late, and lunch was early.

Chen Lang reheated the porridge and served it to him.Song Chen turned his eyes around the room, "Grandma isn't here."

Chen Lang replied: "I went out to listen to the play."

"Oh." Song Chen replied, swallowing his porridge.

Before, he only thought his grandma was fierce, but after hearing Chen Lang's talk last night, he felt a little sympathetic to grandma.

But even so, Chen Lang cannot be blamed.

Song Chen drank the porridge rather aggrievedly, not noticing that his foot was stepping on Chen Lang's leg and slowly going up, and was grabbed by Chen Lang at a critical moment.

Pulling down his trousers a little, Chen Lang frowned and said, "Eat well."

Song Chen moved his feet and said in a low voice, "I have something to eat."

After eating, Song Chen did his homework at his home, but he didn't bring his homework book, so he took some of Chen Lang's extracurricular workbooks to write.

Just writing and writing and relying on him, Chen Lang, every time he was bitten, he was very sticky to Chen Lang.

The sun was out today, the window in front of the desk was opened a little, and the warm winter sun poured in. Chen Lang's pen-holding fingers were well-knit, slender and strong, and on his wrist were the red strings and watches that Song Chen gave him.

With his back straight, he sat upright and read the questions, with the boneless Song Chen leaning on his shoulder.

Eyebrows are drooping, the profile of his face is extremely cold and sharp, and there is an indescribable sense of alienation, but in Song Chen's eyes, he looks extremely good-looking.

"Chen Lang."

"Ok?"

"Chen Lang!"

"What's the matter? The water you need is right by your hand."

"Don't drink." Song Chen looked at the subtle floating ups and downs in the air, and smiled, "I'll call you."

Just want to make sure you're there.

Chen Lang stopped writing, touched his chin, "Like a little fool."

The little idiot Song Chen was happy and didn't say a word. He really liked this feeling. Even if Chen Lang called him a little idiot, he still felt happy.

They all wondered if Chen Lang was being stupid.

"Where are you going to take the exam, Chen Lang?" Song Chen asked, it would be best for them to go to the same school, otherwise they will have a long-distance relationship when they go to university.

Chen Lang: "Anywhere is fine, it's up to you."

Song Chen: "I want to go to Peking University's medical school. When I was a child, I saw that my mother was always busy. I thought that if I became a doctor, I could help her and let her spend time with me."

Without even thinking about it, Chen Lang said, "Then take the Beijing University exam."

Song Chen smiled, "Just take the test if you say so, the score is high."

Chen Lang, who is number one in the city, is fearless, "It doesn't matter, I've seen the scores from previous years and it's not bad."

He turned his face, pinched Song Chen's cheek, and kissed his pouty lips, "Wherever Chenchen goes, I will follow."

"That's right." Song Chen murmured, his face turned a little red, "I thought you made everything clear for yourself."

Chen Lang was puzzled, "What is so clear?"

Song Chen: "It's about what to do in the future, where to take the exam, and what to do, all planned and arranged."

Chen Lang was silent for a while, it was arranged, but there was a change in the middle.At this time, the variable was still on him and asked him, "Then which major do you want to apply for? I think your aggressive Fa-study is very suitable, but I heard that Fa-study is easy to bald. What if you become bald?"

Imagining the bald Chen Lang, Song Chen burst out laughing.

Where is this?

Chen Lang helplessly looked at the man who couldn't sit still with laughter, hugged him to help him up, and said, "I don't study the Fa."

After a pause, he said seriously: "I won't be bald either."

"Then what do you study?"

"Management."

That's right, the Chen family is in business. Song Chen recalled the information on the Chen family that he found on Baidu before. Such a big family property will belong to Chen Lang in the future. Isn't it the legendary domineering president?

Turning his head up and down to look at Chen Lang carefully, Song Chen remembered Fan who saw Chen Lang wearing a suit in the hotel.

Don't say it, it really smells like that.

"President Chen." Song Chen said in a drawn-out tone, coquettishly, "President Chen, if he meets your little wife in the future, will he have a sadistic love affair with her, and then forget about me, Bai Yueguang?"

In the future, Mr. Chen looked confused: "???"

Song Chen continued to drag his tone and said: "Or join forces with your marriage partner and throw me, a little-known little doctor, into the villa. When you think about it... ah!"

Chen Lang couldn't bear it and pressed his neck hard, and said with a headache: "I can't tell that Chenchen usually reads a lot, and even his little wife Bai Yueguang knows about it."

Song Chen snorted, who told him to be at the same table as Song Ling, and would tell him about the plot if he had nothing to do.

"The tyrants in novels are all like this." Song Chen glanced at him, covered his neck and said, "When you take over the family business, you will be a proper tyrant."

Chen Lang was stunned for a moment, "You also think I shouldn't answer?"

"Ah?" Song Chen was surprised, he didn't say that.

"I don't want to touch the people and business of the Chen family, but grandpa said that as long as I am willing, everything is mine." Chen Lang lowered his eyes, "I just want to see Chen Mingyu's distraught look, and the love of Chen Xi's mother and son over the years. The business is empty, so even if I don’t live at home, I have to go back every time there is an important matter, just to let them know that even if I please grandpa, no money will fall on them.”

"Isn't this what it should be?" Song Chen blinked, seeing him suddenly sinking down, and hugging him from above, "It's yours, what are you thinking? Chen Lang, your family's business is yours. Next Or I will support you if you don’t pick me up.”

After listening to Chen Lang's tense emotions, he relaxed, and hugged the person back, "You are right, but you are the only little wife."

Song Chen pushed him dissatisfied, "You are just a little wife."

In the afternoon, Bai Xiaoting called Chen Lang, saying that grandma forgot to bring the keys when she went out, so she called her mother and asked her to tell Chen Lang to come out to pick her up.

Chen Lang: "..."

As for going around.

Chen Lang went out to pick up the people with the key, and said to Song Chen, "I'll wait for a while, and I'll take you back after dinner."

Song Chen frowned, "Then hurry up."

He wanted to go too, but it was cold outside, and he didn't dare to see his grandma.

"Soon." Chen Lang bent down and kissed him on the cheek, and took out the tablet to him, "Play by yourself."

After finishing talking, put on the scarf and go out.

Song Chen, who is obsessed with studying, is not enthusiastic about TV dramas, nor is he obsessed with games. After a few swipes, he finds it boring and puts it aside.

So he took out the book on the desk and looked through it.

"Tsk, he actually finished writing this book!"

"How did you solve this problem?"

"Isn't this all knowledge points? Is it from high school? Why didn't I even understand the topic."

"... What kind of exercise book is this? Or extracurricular tutoring? A's deadly rival senior is destined to be an omega???"

After picking up the person at home, Chen Lang pushed open the door, and it was empty inside.

"Chenchen, Chenchen?"

He yelled a few times, but no one answered.

gone?

There was no news on the phone, Chen Lang frowned, a little irritable.

Except for running away in No. [-] Middle School, Chenchen never left without saying hello.

Is something wrong?

He called, but no one answered.

"Go home, there are no shoes at the door." The grandmother passing by the door said.

Chen Lang ran to the porch to have a look, and sure enough the shoes were not there, so he really left.

He licked the corners of his dry lips, went back to the room to check, and there was nothing abnormal.

Chen Lang was so irritable that he couldn't sit still, and the thought of Song Chen leaving without saying a word made him very angry.

Just as I was about to put on my shoes and go out to look for them, the phone dinged and sent a message.

Song Chen: I have something to do at home, so go back first.

Chen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, but his brows were still furrowed.

Next Monday, Song Chen came late and stepped on the bell to enter the classroom. Chen Lang's worried eyes never left him. Seeing him sitting on his seat with his head slightly lowered, the end of his eyes seemed to be red.

He wanted to ask something, but since the self-study started early, Chen Lang had to hold back.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Chen Lang patted the person in the front seat, "Chenchen..."

Song Chen didn't look back, "I forgot to bring breakfast."

"..." Chen Lang hummed, "It's okay, I'm not hungry, why are you here so late today?"

"It's late." Song Chen leaned on his arms and said in a muffled tone, "Sleepy."

"Then you sleep for a while."

Although he was a little puzzled, Chen Lang saw that he was really sleepy, so he stopped arguing with Song Chen.

Song Chen didn't seem to slow down all morning, as long as it was after class, he buried his head in sleep, even Zhou Ning asked Chen Lang curiously, "What's wrong with Chen?"

Chen Lang: "I'm sleepy, speak softly."

However, it is very worrying to be still like this in the afternoon, Chen Lang pulled him up forcefully, reached out and touched his forehead, "Is there any discomfort?"

Song Chen's eyes were still red, especially at the end of them, as if he had cried.

He stared at Chen Lang, his clear and light-colored eyes were covered with mist.

Chen Lang's heart softened when he saw him. He thought of something, and asked him in a low voice, "Is it uncomfortable? Shall we go to the toilet?"

It stands to reason that I was bitten by him only on the weekend, so I won't feel uncomfortable so quickly.

But Chen Lang was afraid of accidents.

Calculating the time silently in his heart, Chen Lang didn't know what to do.

He and Song Chen went into the toilet one after the other, and Zhou Ning, who accidentally saw it, rolled his eyes, and put a sign that was being cleaned at the door.

"It's still fair to do bad things."

As the cubicle door closed, Chen Lang held Song Chen's chin in his hands, and brushed the corners of his eyes with his thumbs pitifully, "Chenchen, tell me what's wrong? Is there something wrong at home?"

He didn't smell the milky scent of Song Chen at all, and it probably wasn't because of his physical discomfort.

Song Chen raised his eyes, covered his lips without saying a word, his eyes were wide open, and he refused to let go of any expression on Chen Lang's face.

Chen Lang frowned, and pinched his waist, trying to pull him away, but Song Chen didn't want to, and took a step closer instead, actively sticking out his tongue.

In the end, he bit the tip of Chen Lang's tongue before retreating.

Seeing Chen Lang licking the corner of his mouth with a cold face, Song Chen suddenly smiled and gritted his teeth, "Chen Lang, are you disgusting?"