Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Song Qing couldn't count the number of times he was awakened by the pain. In a trance, he saw Shen Yuguan go out and come back again, standing beside his bed, staring at him silently for a long time, and then Quietly backed out.

Smoke was rising from dry throat, Song Qing narrowed her eyes, fumbled to get up to drink water, the quilt had just slipped off her shoulders, and then covered his body again in the next second, a cold hand brushed his naked skin during the movement, irritating Goosebumps all over the place.

Song Qing was taken aback. After a while, he got used to the dim light, only then did he see a tall figure standing beside his bed, his arms still holding the quilt for him.

"Sir." Song Qing hoarsely called out.

Shen Yuguan responded with a nasal voice, bent down and pressed the scattered quilt tightly to his side, as if afraid of getting in the wind and chilling Song Qing.

"Want a drink of water?" He finished his movements, turned around and poured a glass of water, and handed it to Song Qing who was still in shock.

Surprised, Song Qing took the water flattered, thanked her in a low voice, and drank from the glass.

The cold liquid moistened the parched throat, and Song Qing couldn't help gulping it down.

"Cough cough cough" He was choked by the water suddenly, Shen Yuguan hurriedly approached and patted him on the back to comfort him.

"Thank you first..." Song Qing slowed down and thanked her in a low voice. Before the lingering sound, Song Qing suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Why didn't he smell the pheromone from Shenyu Temple?

Shen Yuguan was standing beside his bed. It was understandable that he didn't smell it, but he didn't even smell it when he was handed the water pressure quilt just now, including when he was so close now. Could it be that there is something wrong with his nose?

Song Qing sniffed the air in a panic. The sweet apple fragrance, the elegant incense, all kinds of smells entered the nostrils, except for the orange blossom fragrance.

So it's not that there's something wrong with his nose, but that Shen Yuguan really doesn't have a pheromone smell.

Song Qing looked at Shen Yuguan hesitantly, Shen Yuguan turned his face halfway, just looking at him, his deep eyes were covered by slender eyelashes, blocking all emotions.

Shen Yu Guan asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Qing backed away slightly, and moved his gaze to Shen Yuguan's neck, which was smooth and clean, without any traces of pasting. He thought for a while and said, "Sir, are you taking inhibitors?"

Both pheromone suppression patches and pheromone inhibitors are means of controlling omega/alpha fever and pheromone overflow.

Shen Yuguan sat on the edge of the bed, smiled slightly, and boasted, "The nose is quite good."

Song Qing was dumbfounded, "Why...why?"

Alpha is the race that stands at the top, and pheromones are a symbol of their status, and no alpha will hide their pheromones.

The suppression means are both sides, but only omega is used.

Shen Yuguan didn't answer, but thoughtfully said, "Why didn't you escape?"

Song Qing seemed to be stumped by this question, he pursed his lips, and his index fingers were entangled unconsciously.

Feeling the tingling pain from the wound, Song Qing replied softly, "Don't dare."

He couldn't bear it if he didn't answer it, and he couldn't bear it if he didn't answer it.

Shen Yu's view was not broken, and there was a bit of teasing in his words, "I don't usually see you so afraid of me."

He got up and was about to leave. When he came to the door, he stopped and said, "I owe you a favor for today's matter, and stay away from me next time."

Song Qing nodded in agreement, and next time he would escape as fast as he could.

After Shen Yuguan left, it didn't take long for the sky to dawn, Song Qing didn't feel sleepy, and stared at the ceiling.

After he invited Mrs. Song to Mrs. Song for morning tea, Mrs. Song did not make things difficult for him. She praised him meaningfully and let him go.

He looked around for Li Yu, but he couldn't find anyone, so he went back by himself.

Perhaps in order to praise his obedience, Mrs. Song sent him another video of Lian Yan's mother and daughter.

Lian Yan still had a bad complexion, and asked about Song Qing's recent situation, even though she couldn't get an answer at all.

Lian Fu seemed to have just woken up, his eyes blurred, and he was hugged down after saying hello sweetly.

The video was short, only a few tens of seconds, but Song Qing watched it over and over again.

"Give me a condition, how can you let them go? As long as I can do it, I will satisfy you."

The message was sent, but there was no response. Mrs. Song never replied.

In the next half month, Song Qing called Mrs. Song, either refusing to answer, or ambiguously bypassing her.

Song Qing had no choice but to let Mrs. Song shirk.

Early in the morning, Song Qing took Dabai out for a walk home, and just as he unleashed Dabai's dog at the door, he saw a figure rushing out of a black car and heading straight for him.

"Ma'am," Wang Ye rushed to him in a hurry, not daring to pull Song Qing away directly, and stood still in a hurry, "something happened to Mr., it's a bit complicated, and I can't explain it clearly in a few words, please come with me first."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the black car with the wind on his feet. Seeing that he was in such a hurry, Song Qing couldn't ask any more questions, locked Dabai in the house, and followed.

When Song Qing heard that something happened to Shen Yuguan, she felt inexplicably flustered. After getting into the car, she hurriedly asked, "What happened, sir?"

Wang Ye drank most of the bottle of water, his expression was slightly calm, and he looked at Song Qing with a puzzled expression, as if wondering about something, he asked hesitantly, "Ma'am, is there anything wrong recently?"

"Ah?" Song Qing was confused when asked, he thought about it for a while, and replied in confusion, "No."

"You..." Wang Ye was more puzzled than him, and he danced and gestured, "That is, about your glands, don't you have any?"

Song Qing frowned and nodded, "Say it straight."

Wang Ye's expression was solemn, "Mr. suddenly entered a fever period during the morning meeting, and it was extremely out of control."

"But you..." Wang Ye stopped talking.

Song Qing knew what he said.

His alpha had a fever, but he didn't respond at all.