recovery reaction ABO

When Lin Cha was dragged from the passenger seat by Yan Minglu, he got hit on the shift lever in the waist. In addition, Yan Minglu kissed him so hard that Lin Cha's steps to get out of the car were vain. Behind him, seeing him walking forward quickly, he thought that this person really doesn't know how to treat others well, there is no tenderness in his words, and he even kisses rudely.

But he also knows that there is only desire between the two of them, and they can't seek anything else.Lin Cha had also been burned by desire. Just last night when he smelled Yan Minglu's scent on the pillow, a ray of sanity broke down immediately, wishing that he would come in and tear himself apart.

Yan Minglu's rudeness is actually understandable to him, after all, they are all animals.

His hands were wide and thick, and when pinched at his waist, they really looked like animal claws. They penetrated into the hem of his clothes, and the two skins were in direct contact with each other, and the heat was transmitted between them.

Yan Minglu is a standard Alpha figure with broad shoulders and long legs. The street lights in the parking lot stretch his projection longer. Lin Cha walks on his shadow, as if he was playing a shadow stepping game with his parents when he was a child.

The distance between him and the lamp became shorter and shorter, and the shadow became shorter and shorter. Lin Cha got closer and closer to Yan Minglv until the two walked into the elevator side by side.

The elevator door closed and turned into a huge full-length mirror, Yan Minglu was swiping his phone in the mirror, giving Lin Cha an opportunity to look at it in an upright manner.

Visually, it is between 1.8 meters and 1.9 meters.

Dress professionally.Lin Cha is not good at aesthetics, but I have heard people praise that Yan Mingli has good taste in dressing, and a simple shirt and trousers can look like a male model.In addition to the coordinated body proportions and well-proportioned muscles without exaggeration, there are also details in his dressing, such as the mechanical movement cufflinks, which is a cleverness in the old-fashioned.

Lin Cha didn't know what cufflinks were, but he knew about watches.

A flywheel is hollowed out on the front of the dial, and the hours, minutes, and seconds are tick-tocked and overlapped. It is an exquisite workmanship. Yan Minglu is a person who has a good sense of time.

I just threw myself in the midsummer of September, carrying a heavy book and computer and basking in the sun for half an hour.

Lin Cha looked away in disgust, but thought unconsciously.Yan Minglu, who has a good appearance, owns a house and a car, works in the system, and lives in the middle class without revealing his wealth, if it is not because of the top pheromone, he should have married a long time ago.

But who can get Yan Mingli's love.

Yan Minglu frankly asked Lin Cha to decipher. This person, floating on the most accessible surface, was full of disgust and dislike for personnel.

Even though he is very successful, he is still incomprehensibly cynical. Everyone looks like he owes him money, but any sympathy and love from him is like killing him and squeezing him from his bones. Cha didn't have the chance to touch his insides.

No one has the opportunity to go deep into his heart, let alone get his love.

Lin Cha rolled his eyes, no one likes this old man, let's go with you.

So when he found out that Yan Minglu was here to take him to roast meat, Lin Cha's first reaction was not flattery, but a premonition that a new storm had emerged.

"I want a conspiracy theory," he asked bluntly, "what are you plotting?"

"Don't you have no money?"

"You know again?" Lin Cha was shocked, "Are you really eavesdropping on us from behind?"

"what?"

"my friend and I--"

"I'm not interested in eavesdropping on the Teletubbies," Yan Minglu interrupted, "Didn't you tell me about your lack of money?"

Lin Cha remembered that during the first round of interrogation on a rainy night, he had indeed yelled that he was poor, but it was more like a weasel giving a chicken New Year's greeting: "You invite me to dinner just because I'm poor?"

"Oda is not at home."

Lin Cha felt that Yan Minglu was not only a post-traumatic disease, but also an infectious disease, so contagious that his words were all rhetorical questions: "So? Are you still living alone in an empty room, lonely, empty and cold?"

"If you like to eat, eat or not."

Lin Cha had a strong thirst for knowledge, sat down with suspicion, and dug vertically and deeply into the corners for the truth, and finally found it for him: Yan Minglv wanted him to serve him.

Barbecue is a simple process, but it is a process after all before it is put into the mouth. You have to watch the time not to burn it, and you have to risk the risk of oil splashing on your arms.While concentrating on dealing with the stove, Lin Cha also teased: "Milk tea is unhealthy, and barbecue is also unhealthy."

"A5 grade Wagyu beef is low in saturated fatty acids, rich in nutrition and protein, and is recognized worldwide as having excellent quality. It is different from the street stalls you eat."

"..."

Because of poverty, Lin Cha couldn't find words to refute Yan Minglv for the first time.

In fact, Lin Cha knew that this restaurant was of a very high level. Ordinary barbecue restaurants were filled with smoke and smog, crowded around the stove, but this one was individually decorated, and there was melodious music playing in the background as soon as you entered the private room.The floor-to-ceiling glass faces the night view of Beiyun City. The curtains are changed frequently, and there is no smoky smell from the last round of barbecue.

When Lin Cha went to the bathroom, he saw a waiter turning the roast for the guests, and thought that Yan Minglu was really just keen to order himself around.

This is a place where upper-class people spend their money, and the toilet cubicles are filled with real flowers, brightly facing the warm lights.Lin Cha came out to wash his hands. The boy in the gold-encrusted square mirror was wearing an old t-shirt, the neckline was fluffed from frequent scrubbing, and his bright green hair was incompatible with the environment.

Does Yan Minglu still want to remind them that they are people from two worlds?

But what Lin Cha thought was that he would have all of these sooner or later.

Young people are full of hope for the future, believe that as long as they work hard, they can move upwards with their talents, they are full of enthusiasm and ideals, and they must fight against social injustice.

He wants to climb upwards, upwards, upwards, and he no longer needs to be afraid that people will hold him in the hands of others, and he can be himself freely.

My brother said that he will become a very good person.

It was nine o'clock when Yan Minglu sent Lin Cha home. A cloud and rain drifted by, adding a few degrees of relative humidity to the hot summer night. Lin Cha got out of the air-conditioned car, and the water vapor scrambled to wrap him around. , breath is wet.

Lin Cha's rented house is in an old community, with moss in the crevices, shadows of tall trees at night, and a rusty iron shade lamp hanging in front of the rusty iron gate, hiding the dark stairs.

Yan Minglu watched him go upstairs with his mobile phone on, then slowly drove the car forward for a while, bypassed the flower garden in the community, turned the car around and drove back downstairs to Lin Cha's house, he received a call from Lin Cha Called and said the key seemed to be lost.

"Really?" Yan Minglu glanced at the rearview mirror and felt that he seemed to be smiling, so he pinched the bridge of his nose and put on a more indifferent face than usual.

"Are you still asking?" Lin Cha sounded a little anxious, "Is there any money I lied to you? It's really gone."

Of course he didn't see the key, because it was in Yan Mingli's hands.

While he was going to the bathroom, Yan Minglu took it out of his backpack himself.

But Yan Minglu was indifferent: "So? What's none of my business?"

"I served you for dinner..."

"I treat you to dinner," Yan Minglu said, "One to one equal."

This sum was calculated clearly, Lin Cha thought to himself, but the two biggest sums were still fighting and entangled.

Yan Minglu knows the real gender that can ruin his future, and he holds a small video in his hand that can ruin Yan Minglu's reputation.With these two sums as the base, in fact, any human side details are trivial.

But Lin Cha didn't want to owe Yan Minglu any more: "I'll pay the money, can you do me a favor and drive me to the landlord, okay?"

"You think I'm your driver?" Yan Minglu asked back, "Don't you know how to call a taxi?"

"I'm an Omega, double S grade, in estrus," Lin Cha said, "The next dose of suppressive injection is at 09:30, the stairs are not lit and I can't see the veins, call a taxi - at 09:30, no matter the driver Whether it's a man or a woman, A or B, they all want to fuck me."