ABO happy to be a father

After Wang Jiexi finished notifying, another text message rushed in.

But the courier brother said that he had a courier.

During the lunch break, several team members went down to pick up the courier, and of course they also brought up the captain's courier.

Address in this city, the size of a cigarette case.

It was actually a cigarette case inside.

In full view of everyone, Wang Jiexi opened the cigarette case and took out a key wrapped in a note.

It's not good to throw garbage casually. He put the note in his pocket, looked at the key, and put it in his pocket too.

During the same lunch break, some people dared not sleep.

The second captain of the Tyranny team trained by Han Wenqing and Zhang Xinjie, the new generation Song Qiying, already had the demeanor of a general who would not be surprised.

However, this handsome young man who has taken over the account card of Desert Guyan and the captaincy is staring cautiously at the guest with a very different style of painting in front of him.

Now this guest with a very different style of painting is sitting on his lap with impunity.

Even though the new generation is very close, Song Qiying has always been steady, and no one jokes with him, dares to stroke his beard and make ambiguous gestures, such as sitting on his lap, drooling and giggling at him.

However, today's guest is quite an exception.

Not only did he sit down grandly, but he also giggled grandly.

Song Qiying didn't dare to resist or neglect, holding a tissue, ready to wipe her saliva at any time.

Even when the guests crumpled the treasures of the town team, the Desert Dust and the Shibuhuanshou Pillow, they didn't dare to have the slightest complaint.

This guest is of course Zhou Hui.

And Zhou Hui was very satisfied with the seat he chose, even though everyone hugged him, he still liked Song Qiying's embrace the most.

This is something that cannot be explained theoretically.

Regarding this, Song Qiying had only one thought.

——When will Team Zhou finish negotiating with Senior Zhang Xinjie?

Thinking about it, Song Qiying took out another napkin and wiped Xiao Zhouhui's saliva.

The creation of this situation dates back to an hour ago.

Zhou Zekai, who led Zhou Hui directly to Team Tyranny, arrived before the lunch in Tyranny's cafeteria.

Calling Zhang Xinjie in front of the club, it was obvious that no one answered.

Mobile phones are not allowed in the training room, which is a common practice for all teams.

Zhou Zekai could only sit in the reception room and send text messages.

It wasn't because of his face that he was able to sit in the reception room.

Tyranny will not be overwhelmed by beauty.

But Tyranny's man is definitely a pure man who respects the old and loves the young, can he bear to let a little baby be exposed to the wind and sun outside?

Uncle Li in the reception room was very enthusiastic to let him in and sit in the room.

If Jiang Botao was sitting here, he would be able to get the words out of the uncle's mouth in five minutes.

But Zhou Zekai was sitting here, so after 5 minutes he was still very reserved and was thrown aside by the uncle.

Adults are so old that they can't speak well, so what's there to talk about, the uncle hugged Xiao Zhouhui and coaxed him very happily.

Zhou Zekai also heaved a sigh of relief when the uncle didn't talk to him, his baby is better than him, and in the future, all he needs to do is show off the cute baby.

Song Qiying, who came out on a rotation basis to pick up the courier, took the big one and the young one back to the club by the way.

"Where's Senior Zhang Xinjie?" Zhou Zekai asked as he walked.

Song Qiying replied: "I'm on the phone with the Korean team."

"Oh." Zhou Zekai replied.

"Senior is here to find the deputy team?"

"Ah."

While the two were talking, they bumped into Zhang Xinjie head-on.

"Senior." Song Qiying called out politely.Even though he was the captain, he never dared to put on airs in front of the seniors.

Zhang Xinjie nodded: "Qiying." Then he greeted, "Team Zhou."

"Senior." Zhou Zekai also greeted politely.

Zhang Xinjie was still wearing the Tyranny team uniform today.

The zipper is pulled up above the collarbone, the sleeves are not rolled up, and the corners of the collar are not turned up at all.

Even the laces of the sneakers are tied neatly and beautifully.

But Zhou Zekai somehow, looking at Zhang Xinjie's neat attire, all he thought of was cow nightcap, cow vest, cow shorts, and... the harmless sleeping face of humans and animals.

As if he had never seen Zhang Xinjie take off his glasses?

Not only have I never seen it, I have never even imagined it.

But he saw Zhang Xinjie's appearance when he was asleep, peaceful and undefended.

Fit and well-proportioned.

The breath is also so sweet and fragrant...

coffee with milk...

Song Qiying suddenly noticed that Zhang Xinjie's face changed slightly: "Senior, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Zhang Xinjie stopped, leaned against the wall, and took out the spray from his pocket: "Xiao Song, hold the child and stay away."

Note: Song Qiying is a beta and can't smell anything at all.

"Zi-"

That's why Song Qiying and Zhou Hui got together.

As for Zhou Zekai, Han Wenqing, who rushed over after hearing the news, directly stuffed him into the conference room because of his pheromones floating out inexplicably.

When he woke up, he found that he was doing fingerprints.

—Wait, fingerprints?

Zhou Zekai looked to the left, there were several black and white papers.

He seems to have done a lot of fingerprints.

"Guardianship Waiver Agreement", "Custody Rights Transfer Agreement", "Agreement on One-time Payment of Child Support", "No Prosecution Promise", "Reconciliation Agreement"... What a mess!

Zhou Zekai's hand stopped immediately.

look up.

The person in front of him was not surprised and nodded: "Team Zhou is awake."

"Senior Zhang Xinjie?" Zhou Zekai was confused.

On the one hand, because of the current situation, on the other hand, Zhang Xinjie exudes a sweet and delicious milk smell all over his body. He feels very hungry and wants to pounce on it and take a bite.

Zhang Xinjie still had a calm expression on his face. He collected all the agreements on the left into a pile, took out the spray from his pocket, and pointed it at Zhou Zekai—even with the spray head on his fingers, and was grabbed.

Zhou Zekai's face was still dazed, but after all, he was not a weak homeboy with a quick reaction.

Zhang Xinjie calmed down: "Captain Zhou, this is a freshener, it's for refreshment."

Zhou Zekai shook his head repeatedly.

The attraction of pheromones will not deceive people. After he smelled the milk, he knew Zhang Xinjie's identity.

But this understanding brought more doubts.

So he asked, "Why?"

"Which aspect?" Zhang Xinjie withdrew his hand and sat upright.

"These..." Zhou Zekai pointed to the five centimeters of documents.

"As you can see, these are legal documents." Zhang Xinjie said, "Since Team Zhou has come here, of course they must complete the missing legal procedures."

"Complete? Why?"

"Zhou Hui is your son. You are also willing to be his father. Have we reached a consensus on this?" Zhang Xinjie pushed his glasses.

"Yes." Zhou Zekai nodded.

"Team Zhou also understands the blood relationship between Zhou Hui and me. This is the same. I don't think we have any doubts?"

"Yes." Zhou Zekai continued to nod.

"Then I will make up for the missing legal procedures, what's the problem?"

Zhou Zekai shook his head.

"What other purpose does Team Zhou have for coming here?" Zhang Xinjie asked.

"I..." Zhou Zekai, who always moved faster than words, couldn't help but be speechless.

He had to admit that the first barrage in his mind was: "Fortunately it's not Han Wenqing."

When the second barrage was not refreshed for the time being, he crashed.

Zhou Zekai, who was down, didn't show any problems on the outside.

Zhang Xinjie looked at the other party carefully, and saw that the other party hadn't moved, so he put away the pile of legal documents and put them in the file bag.

So Zhou Zekai's eyes fell on the hands of the first priest.

The hands of professional players are very good-looking, with slender and dexterous fingers, smooth and graceful lines, short and neat nails, and a little callus on the wrist.

Tyranny's team uniform was red and black, which made his hands even more delicate, white and clean, and smelled sweet.

It's just that there is a faint red mark on the back of the hand, which looks a little abrupt.

Zhou Zekai stared at the red seal and frowned.

By the time he reacted, he had already grabbed that hand.

However, this time, Zhang Xinjie did not accommodate him.

Zhang Xinjie calmly took Zhou Zekai's hand away: "Captain Zhou, respect yourself."

Zhou Zekai said he couldn't understand: "Why?"

Zhang Xinjie also expressed his incomprehension: "Why?"

"I want a small return." Zhou Zekai stated his purpose.

"Yes, he belongs to you. I have voluntarily given up my custody, guardianship and visitation rights. What are the questions?" Zhang Xinjie replied calmly.

Zhou Zekai was dumbfounded.

——Although he got an affirmative answer, something was still wrong!

There must be something wrong!

one!Certainly!

Zhou Zekai took a deep breath, preparing to organize his words.

--no.

As soon as he took a deep breath, he felt that he was soaking in a pool of fragrant milk.

It does not matter.

But not a sip.

This is terrible.

He is extremely thirsty.

So Zhou Zekai quickly withdrew his hand, took out the suppressant pills, and swallowed two at a time.

In front of the omega who was indirectly marked by him, there is no one who can calmly swallow the inhibitor.

Not to mention Zhang Xinjie.

Pushing a cup of warm water to Zhou Zekai, other than that, he was indifferent to Zhou Zekai's behavior of swallowing the inhibitor.

"What does Team Zhou want to know?" He asked.

Zhou Zekai: "Wait a minute!"

He needs to organize his language to avoid misunderstandings, especially when the other party has dual identities as a master tactician and his omega, he must be cautious!

Wait, he seems to use an attributive?

—“his” omega?

his……

Zhou Zekai swallowed again.

Fortunately, Zhang Xinjie was very patient and waited for him to continue asking questions.

Zhou Zekai glanced over and saw a pen and paper on the table, so he quickly took it to write his thoughts.

[-]. He came to look for the two seniors, Zhang Han, to confirm the blood relationship and ownership of the child.

[-]. Senior Zhang Xinjie has now admitted the blood relationship.

[-]. Senior Zhang Xinjie asked him to sign a legal document to clarify his ownership.

[-]. I feel dissatisfied and feel that something is wrong.

He looked at one, two, three, and four and understood.

Zhou Zekai sat upright.

Zhou Zekai sorted out the language.

Zhou Zekai asked: "Senior, do you like me?"

"I like a part of you." Zhang Xinjie replied.

"Which part?"

"Gene."

"..."

Zhou Zekai was instantly lit with a holy fire, and he was speechless.

Like his appearance, like his personality, like his money, like everything about him - like everything, never heard of anyone like his genes.

But, then again, genes largely determine appearance, character, and way of doing things... So does the senior like him or not?

Zhou Zekai didn't understand.

don't know?just ask.

"Why did senior give birth to me?"

"Because you have good genes."

"Senior doesn't want to marry me?"

"I don't want to. Do you want to?" Zhang Xinjie asked back.

"..."

Zhou Zekai seemed to be lit with a holy fire again.