Double A sequelae

It was dark in the middle of the night, and there was no one downstairs, and there were no people blocking the door asking for debts as Su Finn said.

Jian Fan paused, then turned to look at Qi Jue.

Qi Jue looked at him suspiciously.

Jian Fan thought for a while and said, "Are you sure you want to stay here tonight?" Qi Jue is a perfect young master. Although Su Baiying's house is clean, it is small and messy. This young master probably can't bear it.

"What?" Qi Jue raised his eyes, "Is it inconvenient?"

"Forget it," Jian Fan looked at him for a moment, calmed down, stepped up the steps, and said, "It's nothing."

Qi Jue touched his hair, looked at Jian Fan's back inexplicably, and followed.

……

Su Finn opened the door very quickly this time, and there was no messy sound in the room, but when she saw two people outside the door, she froze for a moment, "Xiaobai, this is..."

"I'm at the same table," Jian Fan pushed the door and walked in, "It's too late, he was worried about my safety, so he came back with me."

Qi Jue leaned forward, with a smile on his lips, very politely: "Auntie, hello!"

"Xiaobai's deskmate," Su Finn stared at the ceiling, thinking, "I remember it was quite dark, why haven't we seen each other for a semester... tell auntie what skin care products you use."

Qi Jue: "..."

"Auntie, you may be meeting Xiaobai's former deskmate, and I am his current deskmate."

"Really..." Su Finn was a little disappointed that he didn't get the secret recipe of skin care products. After a while, he came back to his senses and felt that something was wrong. The current deskmate sounded like a boyfriend...

Jian Fan didn't listen to the conversation between the two, and walked around the room, frowning, and asked, "What about him?"

The sound is like jade hitting ice.

Su Finn trembled when she heard the voice, she didn't know why, she was a little afraid of her son now, "He...he..." She murmured for a long while, but didn't have a complete sentence.

"Did you go out to drink again? Or did you go out to gamble again?" Jian Fan smelled the smell of smoke in the room, and felt that Wu Chenggang hadn't been gone for a long time. The mud in this man's cesspit had to die in it to be counted.

"I didn't drink." Su Lanfen didn't dare to look at him directly. "He went to find those people and said that he would pay back all the debts he owed tonight."

"Oh," Jian Fan sneered, "Then why did you ask me to come back to collect his body?"

If this gambling debt is really so easy to pay, will he still be beaten to death?

Jian Fan looked at the bloody gauze in the trash basket with a sarcastic smile.

Qi Jue knew that this was someone else's family business, and it was not easy for him to intervene, so he sat alone on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, but he paid attention to Jian Fan's reaction from the corner of his eye.

"Xiaobai, you can't say that." Su Finn glanced at Qi Jue on the sofa, guessing it was embarrassing, and pulled Jian Fan a few steps outside, "No matter what he says, he is also your father."

"Father," Jian Fan said coldly, "Then tell me why my surname is Su and not Wu?"

Su Finn was speechless for a moment, clasping her callused fingers together.

The atmosphere was quite dignified, but Jian Fan didn't want to let her go, and stared straight into her eyes. Su Finn couldn't stand the stare, lowered his head for a while, and said in a broken voice: "Yes, Wu Chenggang disliked you as an Omega at the beginning, if it wasn't for you I took the wrong medical report and mistakenly thought you were an Alpha, he would never let me give birth to you."

Jian Fan actually thought of these reasons a long time ago, but he didn't say anything, watching Su Finn continue to talk.

"Who made you an omega! Who made you the cheapest omega," Su Finn said, her emotions suddenly broke out, her voice raised, "It's because of you, your father and I divorced, it's all because of you, Do you know that I am living in the way I am now, neither human nor ghost."

She frantically grabbed her hair, and her voice gradually changed from low to wailing at the beginning. Even if outsiders were present, she couldn't care less, she collapsed on the ground, covered her face with her hands, and let out a sound.

Jian Fan looked at her condescendingly, and asked in an unwavering voice: "Is gender really so important? Or is it because of me?"

Family prejudice, sexism.

That's why Su Baiying was desperately trying to gain a sense of presence in school before, and that's why she watched so many Alphas vying for him and making trouble for him.

Because he was too inferior since he was a child, his parents felt that it was wrong to give birth to him, felt that he was inferior, and blamed all the faults on him.

Jian Fan suddenly sympathized with Su Baiying.

No wonder.

Growing up in such an environment, huh.

He looked down at this half-crazy, ignorant, greedy woman, and suddenly felt very boring. He reached out and pulled Su Finnish, took out his mobile phone, and said coldly: "60 is transferred to you. Don't call me again. I still have to take classes at school, and this money is enough to pay off your debts."

He looked down on the family's way of doing things, but he couldn't speak too harshly, because he couldn't be sure when he would leave suddenly, or when Su Baiying would come back.

Qi Jue looked at Jian Fan on the sofa, and unconsciously grasped the sofa cushion with his hands, feeling that Jian Fan was a little far away at this moment.

His heart shrank suddenly.

Su Finn's crying stopped abruptly. He took out his mobile phone and looked at the transferred money. The wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were about to burst into joy, and his fingers were trembling: "Xiaobai, you, what are you doing!"

In the past, it was difficult to ask her son for 60 yuan, but now it is [-] in one turn, it is crazy.

"Don't call me again in the future," Jian Fan looked at Su Finn's happy face without any change in his eyes.

"All the money has been transferred to you, I have no money." He said coldly.

……

It was so late, there was no way to go back to school, and when the two returned to Qi Jue's house, it was already midnight.

There was no one else in Qi Jue's house, his parents were busy working abroad, the old housekeeper was sent home by him to take care of their two little grandchildren, the whole villa was empty.

He led Jian Fan into the door, and turned on the light with a "snap", but was taken aback by Jian Fan's expression.

The originally extremely ruddy lips turned pale, cold sweat broke out on the forehead, and when the light shone, the skin was frighteningly pale.

"What's the matter?" Qi Jue stared at the white corners of his lips, a little flustered, and suddenly remembered that when he was at Su Baiying's house, Jian Fan looked like he was going to leave at any time. Comfortable?"

Jian Fan pursed his lips, shook his head, sat on the sofa with a pillow on the back edge, concentrated for a while before saying, "I'm fine, maybe I've traveled too much."

Qi Jue didn't believe his words, curled up his long legs, half-kneeled on the sofa, and touched Jian Fan's forehead with his hand.

not hot.

The temperature is normal.

Could it be that he was pissed off by the coquettish of the Su family?

Should not be ah.

Jian Fan didn't know that Qi Jue's mind had turned around a few times, he half-opened his eyes weakly, "I'm really fine, just take a rest for a while."

"Then you must tell me in advance if you feel unwell." Qi Jue took a glass of warm water and handed it to him, "Drink some hot water to moisten your throat."

Jian Fan hummed, and Qi Jue went to the window, and drew the curtains so that the wind would not come in and catch another typhoid fever.

It took about half an hour for Jian Fan to feel that he could not suppress the feeling. He was sweating all over his body and felt very uncomfortable.

Qi Jue didn't dare to stay too far away, so she sat next to him, saw him open his eyes, and carefully asked, "How is it?"

"It's okay," Jian Fan said, "Where is your bathroom, I'll take a shower."

Qi Jue pointed to the second floor, feeling like an old woman, and asked again: "Can you do it alone?"

"Why," Jian Fan raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to wash with me?"

Qi Jue pretended to be embarrassed and said, "This...is not impossible."

"Oh," Jian Fan said mockingly, "go ahead and dream about it."

Qi Jue: "..."

……

The living room on the second floor is very close to the bathroom, and you can hear the sound of water falling on the sofa.

Qi Jue was playing with his mobile phone, but the game page didn't move at all. He was suffering from extraordinary torture, his ears were filled with the sound of water in the bathroom, listening to the sound, he thought of the water passing through his collarbone, and flowing down his waist. The thin curves slide into the lower abdomen, and finally fall to an indescribable boundary.

The image in my mind lingers.

Jian Fan's face caught the eye.

A nameless fire burned all the way to the lower abdomen.

Qi Jue felt that he was going crazy, he was simply despicable!

He raised his hand and gave himself a palm, picked up the earphones beside him and stuffed them into his ears, intending to wake up his dirty heart with soothing music.

However, the shower time is too long.

Even if you have cleanliness, you won't have to wash for such a long time.

Qi Jue felt that something was wrong, pulled off the earphones, walked to the bathroom, knocked twice, "At the same table, have you finished washing, too long a bath is not good for your health."

No movement.

"At the same table," Qi Jue's expression changed, and he knocked twice, "Open the door, open the door quickly, or I'll pick the lock and get in."

Still no movement.

Qi Jue panicked, knocked on the door frantically, and said, "Jian Fan, Jian Fan, open the door, you open the door."

The door of Young Master Qi's house was decorated with gold, he bumped it a few times, and half of his arm was numb. Just as he glanced around, trying to find a handy tool to smash the door, the door opened.

He was taken aback for a moment, but before he could respond, he saw Jian Fan loosely wearing his pajamas, with red eyes, and grabbed him in with one hand.

Jian Fan's hair was not dried, and water was still dripping from the broken hair on his forehead, and he rested his hands on the marble edge of the sink.

Qi Jue was pushed in the middle, and the two figures were reflected in the mirror behind him, and his breath was full of the smell of cold snow lotus.

"Are you... Jian Fan?" Qi Jue asked uncertainly.

At this moment, Jian Fan's appearance was very strange, as if he had drunk too much wine and was in a state of confusion.

Listening to his words, Jian Fan took a long time before he nodded slowly. He stared at the person in front of him, his voice was hoarse, and he said a little wronged: "I feel so uncomfortable."

Qi Jue scolded in his heart, "Fuck," who the hell could bear this voice, he tried hard to suppress his desire, and carefully asked: "What's uncomfortable? Tell Brother Jue."

Jian Fan stayed for a while, shook his head, frowned and said, "I don't know."

Looking at his appearance, Qi Jue felt his heart melt, and he changed his way of asking: "Then how can I make you feel less uncomfortable."

This time Jian Fan understood.

He took a step forward, and the breaths of the two were intertwined. He whispered with a little charm, "Bite me."

Qi Jue: "..."

He finally knew what was going on now.

It's this guy's rut.

Qi Jue curled his lips into a smile, turned around, and put Jian Fan in his arms, put his fingers on the back of Jian Fan's neck, rubbed it a few times until his skin turned light pink, and then said: "So I want to I mark you."

"That's easy," he hadn't smelled the smell of snow lotus for a long time, he sniffed it a few times, and then said, "Call brother to listen."