Mr. Ba ran away after being pregnant with the cub of the movie star Alpha

Sudden bouts of lightheadedness can be an omen.

Within a few days of Taiping, Yan Rongqiu's pheromone ataxia broke out violently again, and the time to take effect of the sustained-release agent was obviously much slower, showing signs of worsening.Fortunately, there were no other complications this time. It was just that the severe pain continued to hit his body, like the repeated echoes in the valley, which became more and more deafening, almost shaking his whole body into countless pieces of flesh and blood.

I cried silently for most of the night, and the pain gradually subsided in the middle of the night.Yan Rongqiu closed his eyes drowsily for a while, and when he woke up in the morning, he only felt a blue vein on his temple go straight into his brain, writhing and hurting like a tornado.

After sitting on the edge of the bed with a blank expression for a while, he stood up with a stagger, and as usual, carefully groomed himself from head to toe, and then dialed He Zhu's phone number.

It was just dawn, but He Zhu still picked it up immediately. He was always like this, as if he was waiting for him at any time.

"I'm really sorry, I really can't drive now, so can I trouble you to take me to the doctor..."

"Wait for me. Now."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Rongqiu glanced at the date displayed on the screen saver of the phone, and the second attack was actually a full month earlier than the doctor predicted.So he stood still again, and after a while, he slowly bent down, inserting frosty fingers into the pitch-black hair.

Too fast, he thought, really too fast.

He is not afraid of death—there is no more straightforward exit than death, like a lotus flower blooming in water, and then retreating in water, clean and neat, which he has always admired.However, he needs time more, and his time is not willing to be taken away easily, and he still has heavy responsibilities to fulfill.

To Xiaoxin, he is the father, to Yan Shi, he is the leader, and only he can bear his burden.

Yan Rongqiu is suitable for fighting alone - this is almost doomed since he was born.The erratic mother like a cloud, the incompetent and self-centered father, and the extremely strict and demanding grandfather, they all turned their backs to him, and no one was willing to listen to him, and no one was willing to give him a good hug. Can make him feel uncomfortable and offended.

Every child should be as sweet and full as a reality, loved by the sun and the rain and the breeze.It's just that some of them were worn away by premature erosion, pitifully revealing the crumpled hard core inside.

He Zhu raised his head, and through the thick lenses, Yan Rongqiu, who was tightly wrapped in a Bottega Veneta wool coat, walked towards him with a pale face.It's not winter yet, but he is already facing the cold winter, and he wears a thick woolen hat on his head, the brim of which is pulled down desperately, almost covering his red and swollen eyes.

"Thank you."

He thanked Yan Rongqiu in a hoarse voice, just as he was about to get into the car, He Zhu suddenly grabbed him, raised his hand, and gently pushed the brim of his hat up a little.

really.

The place where Yan Rongqiu's forehead was close to the temple was swollen with a large bruise, against which his pale, almost transparent skin looked particularly tragic.

"How did you do it?" He Zhu's tone was very similar to that of a kindergarten teacher.

"...Knocked." Yan Rongqiu said in a low voice.

Just yesterday, he struggled to reach for the Bawang hair growth liquid on the bedside table (even though he knew he was no longer bald, he still had lingering fears about becoming bald), but his eyes went dark, and he focused on his forehead, and there was a "bang" He hit the sharp corner of the cabinet so hard, the pain made his stars pop and his brain almost shattered.

Sighing softly, He Zhu put his hand into the inner pocket of the windbreaker, as if looking for something.Yan Rongqiu looked at him inexplicably, but unexpectedly he took out a small bottle of medicated oil for traumatic injuries as if by magic.

Yan Rongqiu opened his eyes wide and laughed dumbly: "Why do you carry such things with you?"

It's like being ready for a fight at any time.

"I'm used to it, I can't change it." He Zhu frowned, opened the bottle, poured a little medicated oil into his palm, and then put his hands together, rubbing them back and forth quickly.

Just as Yan Rongqiu was about to say something, He Zhu turned his face away.

"do not move."

A hot hand fell gently, covering Yan Rongqiu's swollen forehead.His hand was a big hand with sharp joints, which almost covered most of his face, so he simply closed his sore eyes, and the thick and long eyelashes brushed He Zhu's palm unintentionally, so that He Zhu's whole heart was in his chest In somersault.Soon, the cool medicinal fragrance mixed with the heat of the skin flowed continuously from Yan Rongqiu's temples, a little tingling, but very warm.

After a while of silence, He Zhu felt a little moist in the palm of his hand, tears that were far hotter than the temperature of his palm.So he let go of his hand, narrowed his eyes and stared at Yan Rongqiu, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Yan Rongqiu touched the reddened tip of his nose, bit his lower lip, and remained silent until he calmed down, then slowly shook his head.

It was still a emotionless face, but there were still traces of tears on the cheeks.

After screwing on the bottle cap, He Zhu reached into his pocket to get the handkerchief, but his simple movements showed a little panic and bewilderment.He just raised his hand to help Yan Rongqiu wipe away his tears, but suddenly there was a soft feeling on his chest, like a mass of weightless clouds.When he lowered his eyes, the thin and haggard young man was opening his arms and hugging him gently.

"Thank you."

In just a moment, he quickly let go of his hand.

Fast as if it never stopped.

He Zhu couldn't figure out the meaning of this hug, it wasn't gentle, lingering, or intimate, even Yan Rongqiu himself didn't understand it.If it is gratitude, there can be more forms, but he chose to hug, as if there is nothing else to do except hug, not enough, not enough.

The car drove all the way to the city center, and the artificial forests on both sides of the road gradually turned into skyscrapers. The white sky gradually became clearer and warmer, shining on the face through the car window, creating a drowsy temperature , also transpiring the indistinct aroma in the carriage.

The taste of He Zhu's pheromone.

Yan Rongqiu shrank his neck and buried half of his face in his collar, but he still couldn't escape the cold and transparent fragrance.It's not that I feel uncomfortable after smelling it, but that my whole body will be overly comfortable when I smell it, and even my limbs feel relaxed.Although he doesn't know much about the physiology of ABO, he still understands the most basic ones.The effects of pheromones are all interactive effects, especially between Alpha and Omega.When Omega is marked by Alpha, not only can it perceive the pheromone of the other party more keenly, but it will even eagerly desire more intake.The so-called "human desires are endless, and the marrow knows the taste", this instinct rooted in genes is difficult for most people to defy, and they are powerless to refuse.

"Please open the window wider."

He Zhu didn't know why, "Aren't you cold?"

Yan Rongqiu pushed down the brim of his hat, and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it all your fault? You smell so fragrant that I can't concentrate." As soon as the words came out, he was surprised that the smell was not right. Listening It actually has the meaning of workplace sex|harassment.So blushing angrily, he took off his coat, pulled it off, and covered himself under it.

Only a small tangle of soft black hair was exposed in the gap of the clothes.

Looking through the rearview mirror, He Zhu raised the corners of his lips and smiled, and the sadness in his heart faded a little.Yan Rongqiu when he was sick was completely different from Yan Rongqiu in normal times, very different, very cute, even if he was so cute that it made people feel distressed as hell, he was still cute.Xu Shi was so stuffy, Yan Rongqiu quietly pulled down his coat a little, noticed his gaze, turned his head quickly, and shrank back under the clothes again.

No.1 People's Hospital of Chuanyuan City.After accompanying Yan Rongqiu to complete a series of complicated inspections, He Zhu glanced at the time, only to realize that it was past noon.He has always had very bad memories of the hospital. After many days have passed, it still makes him fall into that nightmare from time to time.

When An Xiao was sent to the hospital, she was already dying.Apart from him, there was no one else around her.So, even though he was dying of fear and despair, he still pushed himself desperately, communicated with the doctors and nurses as rationally and calmly as possible, decided on the rescue method, and then, if possible, he should be as rational and calm as possible accepting the sudden news of death—

Still didn't make it.It simply cannot be done.

Kneeling in the corridor that was illuminated by pale fluorescent light, he began to cry uncontrollably.

For him, this death is a farewell to his mother, which means that from now on, the world will never have a place for him, but for those who pass by him in a hurry, this death It's just a normal thing that happens every day in the hospital.

People are always going to die.

How can anyone live forever?

Children cry easily all the time.

How can there be a child who does not shed tears when he comes to the hospital?

However, even if it was an extremely deep and terrifying nightmare, even if it was a dark dream that was as muddy as a swamp, he had actually received a ray of gentle light——

"Give."

He raised his head, and there was a round hand in front of him, a neatly folded handkerchief lay flat on his palm, and there was a crystal clear fruit candy on it.Pink, peachy.

"do not Cry."

The owner of the round hand was talking to him, his serious tone didn't seem to be comforting, but he stubbornly stuffed the warm kindness into his hand.

"Young master, what are you doing here, I'm so anxious." A woman ran over in a hurry, took that round hand without saying a word, and quickly left with a tight tug.

Later, he carefully enshrined the jewel-like candy in front of his mother's spiritual tablet.The beautiful and gentle pink color really matches my mother's bright smile.

Until he was taken away by the people sent by the He family, the fruit candy was still lying upright on the white cloth.Just put it for a few days, will it melt a little?Melt it a little...it shouldn't matter.Because my mother has always been bitter in her heart, the sweetness condensed in this candy is enough for her to taste the sweetness, and it is also enough for her to cheer up! "what's on your mind?"

Beside him, Yan Rongqiu asked abruptly.

He Zhu turned his head, "Thank you."

"Thank me for what..." Yan Rongqiu frowned slightly, thinking that he hadn't planned to notify Liu Xinjun to go through the procedures for his reinstatement, and this thank you came too suddenly.

"It's nothing." He Zhu stretched out his hand, clasped his palm, and twisted it lightly, "I just want to thank you."

"Inexplicable..." Yan Rongqiu withdrew his hand and put it in his pocket, curling his fingertips unconsciously.It's obviously not the first time I've felt it, but I still get burned by his high body temperature.

I don't hate it either.

With all the inspection reports in hand, they almost add up to a thick stack. Yan Rongqiu carried the stack into the attending doctor's office (just like he usually enters the conference room with documents), and He Zhu was placed in the Waiting for him in the consulting room next door.

"Drink a cup of hot cocoa to warm up first." Dr. Wu Lan put a cup of fragrant drink with marshmallows in front of Yan Rongqiu.

"Thank you, Grandma Wu." Yan Rongqiu sat upright, holding the white porcelain cup in both hands and sipping.

For so many years, Wu Lan has not only been a well-known expert at the No.1 People's Hospital in Chuanyuan City, but also a private doctor that the Yan family has always trusted.Every time Yan Rongqiu fell ill when she was a child, she would diagnose and treat her personally. After a long time, she also fell in love with this polite and sensible boy from the bottom of her heart.

only……

Observing Yan Rongqiu's pale and haggard face, Wu Lan couldn't help feeling sour.

He hadn't been a lucky kid.

"Show the report to grandma."

After receiving the inspection report from Yan Rongqiu, Wu Lan felt that her wrist was heavy, it was really heavy, and her heart was heavy and uncomfortable.As an experienced doctor, she knows better than anyone what the information gland ataxia disorder is.Even without opening the stack of reports, one can guess to what extent the various data about Yan Rongqiu's physical condition have deteriorated.

Even though she was used to seeing birth, old age, sickness and death, Wu Lan still couldn't convince herself to accept the fact that Yan Rongqiu had an incurable disease.

Obviously such a gentle and considerate boy.

Every year, no matter how busy he is, he will definitely find time to visit her.Wu Lan had stayed abroad in Stuttgart before and liked German literature. Yan Rongqiu would sit in the small courtyard of her house and read Roland von Zmelmann's poems for her.During the holidays, she will send flowers and postcards to her.The flower is her favorite white carnation, and the blessings on the postcards are all carefully written by him stroke by stroke.

Sighing silently, Wu Lan still opened the inspection report and looked down seriously.

Seeing that Wu Lan's expression was getting serious, Yan Rongqiu put down the hot cocoa, straightened his back and said seriously: "Grandma Wu, please tell me directly how much time I have left. If there is a more effective treatment method than taking sustained-release medicine, it will count as it exists." It’s dangerous, and I’m willing to try it.”

It's still the same as before.Wu Lan thought silently.

No matter what happens, this child can make immediate decisions, never leaving himself any room to release his emotions, and he is as straightforward as dealing with other people's problems.

Three years ago, when he found out that he had Xiaoxin, he did the same. Without any hesitation, he told her firmly that he must keep this child.

In public, she just needs to respect Yan Rongqiu's decision; in private, she doesn't want Yan Rongqiu to do this at all.

In her eyes, Yan Rongqiu himself is just an older child who took on the important responsibilities of the family prematurely, so how can he properly raise this little life in his womb who came unexpectedly?

Moreover, if other people, especially Yan Hesheng, knew about the fact that the only young master of the Yan family gave birth to a child of unknown origin, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Since she can think of all kinds of things from now on, Yan Rongqiu must also be able to think of them, and she must think more, deeper and farther than her.But until the end, Yan Rongqiu still did not waver in the slightest.

Although she didn't know why, she still felt that there must be a reason for Yan Rongqiu to do this.

Full of distress and emotion, Wu Lan continued to read page by page, her brows furrowed tighter the more she watched.

……how so?

This... shouldn't be!

"Xiao Rong, do you know?"

Wu Lan raised her head with a pale face, her hand holding the inspection report kept shaking.

"Theoretically, at the first attack, you're already overwhelmed."

"Now, it is a miracle to appear in front of me like this."

The author has something to say: So when the little fat man saved the beauty, He Wanzhi would ask, "Why are you?"