Double A sequelae

A large piece of light leaked in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, passing through the mottled leaves, and scattered on Jian Fan's face.

He wanted to reach out his hand to block the light, but his arm was imprisoned and he couldn't move it. Jian Fan opened his eyes, and what he saw was a magnified handsome face.

He stared blankly at this handsome face for three seconds, then kicked it mercilessly. Qi Jue, who was sleeping soundly, rolled under the bed unexpectedly with a "bang".

Young Master Qi put one hand on the ground, with a dazed expression: "..."

who am I?

where am I?

Jian Fan's eyes were cold, and his open neckline revealed a large area of ​​white skin. He said in a hoarse voice, "Why are you on my bed."

Qi Jue scanned around to make sure this was his home, and said helplessly, "Dear tablemate, please take a look, this is my home." He got up, pulled the black T by the bed and put it on casually. body, pointed to the bed and said, "You are on my bed."

Jian Fan's consciousness has been a little confused since last night. He looked at the surrounding furnishings, listened to Qi Jue's words, and asked in a calm voice: "Why? This is the only bed in Qi Xueba's house."

Qi Jue: "..."

Jian Fan put his hands on the back of his neck, feeling a little sore in his neck. He tore off the quilt wrapped around his waist, relaxed his neck a few times, and asked, "What happened to me last night?"

Qi Jue stared at the scarlet under Jian Fan's neck, looked away a little guilty, and said vaguely: "You...you are in heat."

"What?" Jian Fan thought he had heard it wrong, and it took him a while to realize that Su Baiying's estrus period had arrived. He didn't know it at all, and he wasn't prepared at all, so he didn't realize it clearly.

He was stunned for a while, then suddenly felt something was wrong, staring at Qi Jue and said coldly: "What did you do?"

On the premise that there is no inhibitor, the estrus period can only be lifted unless someone temporarily marks it, so what did Qi Jue do?

"You still have the nerve to ask me?" Qi Jue said angrily, "You don't even know your own estrus period. Fortunately, your tablemate is a gentleman. If you meet other Alphas who give you a lifetime mark, I don't know what you will do." manage!"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and even a little scared, but someone didn't realize the seriousness of the problem. Qi Jue pointed to the injection on the table and said angrily: "Here, I will give you a temporary injection of inhibitors. If you don't believe me, look at your own medicine." The arm, the needle hole should still be gone."

Jian Fan didn't understand how angry Qi Jue was. Hearing this, he rolled up the sleeve of his pajamas, and there was a tiny red pinhole on his snow-white arm.

It's a little embarrassing now.

He felt that he judged the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

After all, I didn't know that I was staying at Qi Jue's house, and yesterday... Qi Jue must have spent a lot of energy, and now he has wronged a good person.

It's a little too much.

Qi Jue folded his arms and looked at him, tapping his elbows regularly with his fingers, as if he was waiting for something.

"That, yes..." Jian Fan was about to apologize, but suddenly realized something was wrong, he looked at Qi Jue suspiciously and said, "No, you are an Alpha, why do you have an Omega inhibitor at home."

Qi Jue's fingers froze, the corners of his lips twitched, and he said seriously for a while, "Of course it's to be on the safe side. I have a friend who is Omega. He has a bad brain and often forgets to bring inhibitors."

Jian Fan looked at him suspiciously.

Qi Jue gritted his teeth and looked back at each other. After a long while, he didn't know what to think of, and added another sentence: "Just ordinary friends."

Jian Fan: "..."

What a friend has anything to do with me.

……

Jian Fan's symptoms last night had completely disappeared. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, staring at the marble edge of the pool, something flashed through his mind.

It appeared that someone was banging on the door.

Shouting...Jane...Fan.

He stared at the mirror and thought for a while, and suddenly noticed a little red mark on his neck near the collarbone. He frowned, thinking that there were mosquitoes in such a big villa.

……

Young Master Qi didn't know how to cook, so he stared blankly at the stove in the kitchen. Jian Fan went down the stairs, looked at his back, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Ah," Qi Jue turned around, "What do you want for breakfast?"

Jian Fan was slightly startled: "Yo, Qi Xueba can still cook?"

"No," Qi Jue walked out of the kitchen, took out his phone, and said confidently, "Order takeaway, so what do you want to eat?"

Jian Fan: "..."

The last breakfast for the two of them was settled by Eldest Young Master Jian himself. The two stood facing each other at the table. Jian Fan took a sip of milk, looked at the flowers and plants in the garden and said, "Don't open the window in the evening from now on."

Qi Jue was fighting with the fried eggs on the plate with a fork in his hand. Hearing this, he raised his eyes in confusion and said, "What? Why can't you open it."

"There are mosquitoes in your house." Jian Fan intuitively felt that this person didn't believe him, so he deliberately lowered his neckline, pointed at his collarbone and said, "Look, they bit you last night."

Qi Jue took a look, the milk he just drank in his mouth almost spit out, and the base of his ears turned red, as if he had returned to last night.

The light in the bathroom was dim, and the figures of the two of them were faintly visible in the mirror, and the atmosphere was very ambiguous.

Jian Fan was half-sitting by the pool, his eyes were red, his eyes were full of water, and his moist lips moved. He seemed to be in extreme pain, and he was stunned for a long time before tentatively calling out: "Brother."

The pitch is not high, and the sound quality is cold.

Qi Jue felt that this was really terrible, and he was so angry that he stared fiercely at Jian Fan for a long while, and kept rubbing his hands on the back of his neck, where the skin was as soft as fat, and he couldn't bear to let go.

Even so, Qi Jue did not lose his mind.

Now that Jian Fan is insane, he can't take advantage of others' danger.

It's just that Jian Fan, who lost his mind, was particularly annoying. Seeing that Qi Jue hadn't made any other moves, he called out to his brother again as if urging him.

Qi Jue cursed secretly, thinking that you provoked me, and bit down on the exposed collarbone.

……

Jian Fan looked at Qi Jue's blushing face, and called him inexplicably.

Qi Jue came back to his senses in an instant, not daring to look around, lowered his head, took a sip of milk, and said guiltily, "Well, okay, don't open the window."

Jian Fan still felt that this man was sick, so he just asked him to close the window, as if he was doing some illegal business, his face almost dropped to the table.

Song Yu's house is not far from Qi Jue's house, and at night you can see the lights in the villa, Qi Jue's parents are not at home, so it can only be that Qi Jue returned home on the weekend.

Early on Monday morning, he stuffed bread into his mouth and carried the bag across his shoulders, knocking on the door as usual, "Brother Jue, go, or you will be blocked by big heads again."

"Brother," Song Yu asked rascally while dialing the phone, "Didn't you say you won't be going home this weekend?"

Qi Jue opened the door, "I have something to do, you come in first, I haven't finished my meal yet."

"It's strange," Song Yu stepped into the door, "Don't you usually skip breakfast? It's so early, isn't the delivery boy still at work?"

Qi Jue hummed, and looked at the dry bread in Song Yu's hand with disgust, "There's so much nonsense, come in quickly, or I'll shut you out of the room."

"Hurry up," Jian Fan said as the rice in Jian Fan's bowl had bottomed out, "Your dough is lumpy."

The noodles made by Jian Fan for breakfast, white noodles in clear soup, sprinkled with a handful of green onions on top, are very tempting.

Listening to the sound, Song Yu was stunned for a while, and finally called out: "Su Daji, bah, it's not Lao Bai, why are you here?"

Jian Fan raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, but didn't say anything. Qi Jue, who was opposite, sipped his face and said vaguely: "Why, do you have an opinion?"

Song Yu shrank her neck and shook her head.

Qi Jue ate the noodles very quickly, and the soup was gone in a few minutes. Under Jian Fan's indifferent eyes, he obediently went to the kitchen to wash the dishes? .

Song Yu was dumbfounded, feeling that he hadn't woken up, so he rubbed his eyes and looked over again.

Yes.

That's right, brother Jue is here!brush!bowl!

Jian Fan took out a tissue, wiped his hands gracefully, and looked at Song Yuru's appearance of being struck by lightning, "Why does he look like he's seen hell?"

"No..." Song Yu originally wanted to complain about his brother, but in order to save his life, he obediently kept his mouth shut.

Jian Fan packed his textbooks into his schoolbag, "Are you afraid of Qi Jue?"

"It's not just fear, he is my father," Song Yu said, "Besides, there is no one in school who is not afraid of him. My brother is good at fighting and fighting."

Jian Fan was carrying his schoolbag, his eyes were clear, "He hit you?"

Qi Jue turned his back to the two, and the kitchen was noisy. Song Yu took a step closer and said in a low voice, "Just last year, my brother almost beat me to death?"

Jian Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "What are you doing?"

"I'm also to blame for being cheap," Song Yu recalled, slapping himself across the face.

At the beginning of the school's new semester, coincidentally, the school's two bullies, Qi Jue and Jian Fan, both asked for leave. On the second day of school, news of Jian Fan's accident came out.

The entire campus was a sensation, and everyone knew about it.

According to rumors, Jian Fan was involved in a car accident and was rescued in the hospital for 48 hours, but he couldn't be rescued in the end.

Qi Jue was abroad at the time and didn't know anything. After returning to school for a week, Song Yu took the schoolbag from his brother and said, "Brother, it's all over now, no one will compete with you for the first place in the future." .”

Qi Jue looked at him suspiciously, with a bad premonition, and asked coldly, "What do you mean by that?"

Song Yu didn't notice that something was wrong with Qi Jue, and continued to say: "Jian Fan had a car accident, how could this mob in school be your opponent?"

Qi Jue: "Who was in a car accident?"

Song Yu: "Jian Fan."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Jue's fist greeted his face. It was the first time he knew that his brother's fist was so hard, and it was also the first time he saw that expression on Qi Jue's face.

He even thought he would be beaten to death.

Qi Jue turned his fists, his eyes were red, as if he was going crazy.

Finally, when Song Yu was about to faint, he saw Qi Jue lying on the ground decadently, covering his eyes with his hands, and a sound came out of his throat. After a long while, he said hoarsely: "You fucking think what you're talking about is human. talk?"

Song Yu's tinnitus was dizzy, and it took him a long time to realize that his brother seemed to be crying.

……

Jian Fan's thin lips were tightly pursed, his expression was solemn, and his heart was churning like a sea.

He couldn't describe his mood at the moment, he was just extremely irritable!

Qi Jue came out of the kitchen at some point, poked his head out, squinted his eyes and asked, "What are you talking about behind my back?"