Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

The overlord stepped into the operating room first, and the overwhelming terrifying low-pressure aura dissipated. Wang Ye let out a sigh of relief, as if he was alive after a catastrophe. Looking at the suspicious eyes of Song Qing and Li Yu, he seemed to have discovered a new continent. Surprised, "You don't know?"

Song Qing and Li Yu shook their heads at the same time. These omega, who were born in famous families, lived for the benefit of the family, just like the flowers and plants kept in the greenhouse, the sunlight they touch is not real.

Song Qing pondered for a while, half uncertain, half suspicious, and asked, "The one from the Qin family?"

Although Song Qing has never seen the Qin family that is well-known and well-ranked in Shuangcheng, and that can make Wang Ye dumbfounded, Song Qing has heard of a few of them. Most of them are over sixty years old and belong to the older generation. The peak figure, and this gentleman looks to be in his early thirties. After thinking about it, the only one who can match the number is the second son of the Qin family.

Another protagonist in the recorder is Shen Yuguan's half-brother, Qin Xun.

As soon as the idea came to fruition, Song Qing became confused again. He had never heard of it. Qin Xun has an omega he likes, and he hasn't even had a scandal partner for so many years. So who is his gland transplant done for?

Wang Ye guessed what Song Qing was asking. He looked around to make sure that no one else was around. With a strong gossip color, he whispered a shocking secret in a voice that only they could hear, "President Qin likes it." It's his elder brother, and I presume that the surgery is also for his elder brother."

"What?" Song Qing was so shocked that she hadn't reacted yet, her face was stinking beside her for a long time, and Li Yu, who was unmoved by anything, suddenly exclaimed. "Impossible!" She firmly denied.

"It's not surprising that Mrs. Song doesn't know," Wang Ye smiled mysteriously, "If it wasn't for the cousin-in-law of my friend's uncle who works in the Qin family's old house, I wouldn't know."

Wang Ye said mysteriously again, "Do you know what the first thing President Qin did when he returned to Qin's house?"

Song Qing's lack of imagination made him shake his head, while Li Yu remained silent with a bad face.

"He forcibly marked his elder brother," Wang Ye gave a thumbs up in admiration, "Qin is always a ruthless person."

"What!" Li Yu and Song Qing exclaimed together, and Li Yu's face became extremely livid.

This news was no less than a thunderbolt on the ground, and the two of them were devastated. They felt that their brains couldn't turn around, and they couldn't digest what Wang Ye said.

Wang Ye waggled his fingers pretentiously, "Not only..."

"Mr. Song, please prepare."

The doctor came in from another door with the information sheet, raised his eyes to inspect the three of them, fixed his official eyes on Song Qing, and interrupted him.

When the doctor's words fell to the ground, Song Qing's panicked brain suddenly became tense. Li Yu calmed down and comforted him with gentle words. Wang Ye knew that now was not the time to continue talking, so he stood aside silently.

"Knowing about this kind of thing may not be a good thing. It doesn't matter if you tell us, don't spread it to the outside world." Song Qing kindly reminded her.

Wang Ye was sensible, and said, "I only dare to talk about these things in front of you, Madam." He came back to his senses, and secretly sighed that his habit of bragging with his big mouth would kill him sooner or later.

Li Yu ignored Wang Ye and followed Song Qing worriedly.

Song Qing seemed to say that he was fine, but his heart was already turbulent. He was about to replace a new gland, and there were many risks involved.

Lying on the cold operating table, staring straight at the pure white ceiling, his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, which was vaguely mixed with a wisp of patchouli. He touched his glands, feeling mixed feelings , here will emit pheromone that does not belong to him in the future.

The anesthesiologist next to him was doing preparations, and said gently, "I'm going to take my hand off."

Song Qing turned his face slightly, watching the anesthesiologist slowly push the anesthetic in the needle into the retained needle, his wrist was prickly, he wanted to frown, but his eyes were getting weaker and weaker, and the frequency of his blinking gradually decreased, slowly And the boundless darkness enveloped him, falling into the silent swamp, and his senses were drowned together.

It was as if he had had a dream, a brief but lucid dream.

It was a bright and clear day, Song Qing was sitting in the classroom drowsy, and the teacher on the podium was tirelessly admonishing people, the chanting was like a lullaby, and Song Qing was so tempted that she wanted to take a nap sleep.

The voice of the deskmate came over quietly, and Song Qing couldn't hear it clearly, but his brain clearly told him that the deskmate was inviting him to skip class, and the reason was that there was a young professor with a good face and good voice in the school.

Song Qing suddenly regained her spirits when she heard it, and faltered what she said, but Song Qing's brain couldn't tell the difference. He uncontrollably followed the cat at the same table with his feet, and fled to the back door.

He was only about to step out with the last step, and his feet suddenly seemed to be nailed to the floor, making it difficult to move.

The deskmate panicked, afraid of being discovered by the teacher, and urged in a low voice.

Song Qing also wanted to leave, but he couldn't move any more, and his deskmate didn't dare to wait any longer, so he stepped out first.

Song Qing was frustrated, he wanted to give up the idea of ​​skipping class, and then he heard a chuckle from outside, his voice was low and full of magnetism, "Kid, how about skipping class?"

This sentence turned out to be a magic spell to break the curse. He could move instantly, and he couldn't wait to step forward. He wanted to see what kind of person the owner of the voice was.

He leaned out half of his body, and caught sight of two figures from the corner of his eye, one was at the same table, and the other was leaning against the railing, holding a cigarette between his muscular and muscular fingers. Qing wanted to find out, but he moved his eyes up quickly with an itchy heart, and he was about to see it, but...

"Song Qing! What are you doing!" The teacher found him, and he wanted to continue watching, but the teacher seemed to shift in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, he was behind him and brought him back.

Song Qing begged the teacher, he just wanted to take a look, just one look.

But the teacher rejected him mercilessly and firmly, and pushed him down on the seat with great strength.

He struggled frantically, "Please teacher, please!"

It was clearly far away, but Song Qing who was struggling could clearly hear the voice of the master, and started to move to leave here, he was even more anxious, tears flowed uncontrollably, "Teacher, I beg you, I'll just take a look! "

The sound of the footsteps gradually became smaller and was about to disappear. Song Qing still couldn't move. He listened desperately to the disappearance of the sound. Life-saving straw, "Don't go, don't go!"

"Please! Don't go!!"

"please!"

He gradually lost his strength from crying, and his voice became a little hoarse until smoke came out of his throat, and he couldn't utter a word.

No one could hear his cry, the surrounding became silent, the teacher who pressed him disappeared, and the classmates who whispered disappeared.

"You come back..." Song Qing's eyes were red, his nails broke in the struggle, and bright red blood gushed out from the wound. As if he didn't feel the pain, he slid his fingertips unconsciously on the desk, "Shen Yuguan ,you come back…"

"I don't want anything..."

"I just want to see you..."