two-way mark

With a "click", the door of the ward was closed by Fu Rong from the outside.

Yan Cheng still maintained a calm expression as he watched Fu Rong leave, but the crazy fire that was hidden deep in his eyes reappeared, with heat that could burn everything into ashes, making Yan Cheng's eyes red.

"Heh...hehe...hehe..." Yan Cheng squeezed the small black box in his hand, the corners of his mouth trembled uncontrollably, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and a strange sound came out from the depths of his throat, which made people distinguish for a while. Not sure if it was laughter or crying.

"I'm sorry..." Yan Cheng lowered his head and kissed the box in his hand, "Xiaochi, are you in pain?"

"It's all my fault..." His eyes couldn't find a foothold, and they drooped absentmindedly, "You've liked me for three and a half years, haven't you?"

He reached out and touched the back of his neck, where there were Alpha's glands, but they were not as obvious as Omega's, with almost no curvature.

He pressed the buttons around, as if making a promise, his tone was extremely gentle, with a trace of imperceptible blood: "I like you too, for the next three years, 30 years, 300 years, I will love you, stay with you, okay?"

Fu Rong knew nothing about what happened in the ward.

Yan Cheng's room was on the special security floor, completely separated from other places, the corridor was very silent, only the sound of Fu Rong's leather heels touching the floor when he walked.

The cold white light cast down from above, casting a dark shadow behind Fu Rong.

Fu Rong pressed the elevator button, and the red display screen above the elevator lit up, gradually ascending from the first floor.

The red numbers jumped layer by layer. Fu Rong put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked up at the numbers. He didn't know when it started, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

The cold white light suddenly flickered, and Fu Rong was in a daze for a moment, as if it was the same light a few years ago, pale and unsteady, he watched Yan Cheng kick the tip of his shoe into someone's eyeball, screaming He and the blood all turned into entities and remained in Fu Rong's memory.

There is still Yan Cheng's inorganic and cold voice in his memory: "If you killed him, you will pay with your life."

"Ding dong."

The elevator has arrived.

Fu Rong escaped from the memory, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the floor of the lounge where the person in charge was.

He suddenly felt that Yan Cheng is much more crazy now than in previous years, this is not a good sign.

How did Yan Cheng return to normal at that time?

Fu Rong frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly remembered - it was when he decided to take good care of Chi Xiye.

When Fu Rong called the person in charge and brought him to Yan Cheng's ward, Yan Cheng was already sitting upright on the bed.

Fu Rong looked at Yan Cheng attentively, and felt that Yan Cheng was as calm on the inside as he looked on the outside, and he was a little uncertain about Yan Cheng's situation for a while.

Yan Cheng nodded to the person in charge, then turned to Fu Rong and said, "I'm fine, you can go back to sleep."

Yan Cheng's intention to push people away was too obvious, Fu Rong's heart was beating wildly, and his heart couldn't rest at all. He always felt that once he left, something he couldn't control would happen.

Fu Rong frowned quickly, and unfurled it in the next second. He grinned and showed a foolish smile. He walked over and put his arm on Yan Cheng's shoulder and asked, "Why? What little secret do you have to keep from hiding?" me?"

"No." Yan Cheng said very calmly: "You have been guarding here all night, go back and rest."

"But I'm not sleepy at all." Fu Rong sat on the hospital bed carelessly, put his right ankle on his left knee, shook his toes, and said in a very casual tone: "What do you want to ask, I Listen with you."

"..." Yan Cheng glanced at Fu Rong, "I want to ask about Xiaochi, I don't want too many people to know about him, including you."

"All right." Fu Rong was not stung by Yan Cheng's xenophobic answer, but was relieved a lot, "That's right, I don't like my wife's affairs to be known by too many people."

Yan Cheng asked him: "Where did you get your wife?"

"Tsk." Seeing Yan Cheng making fun of him, Fu Rong got up and kicked Yan Cheng, "It will be there soon, just wait!"

Yan Cheng looked at him mockingly: "How long will it be?"

"Fart! It won't take a year!" Fu Rong realized that Yan Cheng still had the strength to fight with him, so she patted her buttocks and walked out the door, "I'll wait for you outside, call me if you need anything."

"Okay, get out." Yan Cheng smiled with the corners of his mouth twitched, and the moment Fu Rong closed the door and went out, the corners of his mouth immediately drooped, and he took a lukewarm look at the person in charge who had been waiting by the side.

The person in charge shuddered at Yan Cheng's look, as if the chill in his eyes fell directly into his heart.

Yan Cheng opened the box in his hand and turned to the person in charge, asking him, "Can you see what it is?"

The person in charge glanced inside, his eyes widened immediately, "Gland...gland?"

"En." Yan Cheng closed the box gently, "It's my wife's gland."

When he talked about his wife, his voice was extremely soft, and even when he was speaking to the person in charge, his voice was clearer than usual, with a smile on his face: "I'm going to put it in the back of my neck, and my glands. Come on, can you do it?"

"?!" Yan Cheng was obviously laughing, but the person in charge felt that he was being watched by an irrational evil spirit, and the chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, but within a few breaths, drips of sweat were already dripping from his temples.

"Answer me, can you?" Yan Cheng looked at the person in charge for a moment, as if if the person in charge said "No", he would rush forward and break the other person's neck with his bare hands.

The person in charge didn't even dare to breathe loudly, "The hospital... Dean, yes, I can call the dean up to ask questions! He also stayed in the hospital today."

Yan Cheng stared at the person in charge for a few more seconds before nodding, pointing to his mobile phone on the table, the meaning was obvious.

The person in charge quickly wiped the sweat from his palms, took out his mobile phone and called the dean.

Fu Rong sat on a chair in the corridor, leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, and began to recall memories that he hadn't recalled for a long time.

He and Yan Cheng knew each other when they were teenagers, and Yan Cheng was the rightful young master of the Yan family, unlike him, he was an illegitimate child brought back from outside.

The two couldn't get along at first, but because of a chance coincidence, they became true friends.

But just because they knew each other, Fu Rong felt flustered from time to time.

Others couldn't see Yan Cheng's paranoia, but he understood it clearly.

Because he had seen Yan Cheng kill people, and he had also seen Yan Cheng dig out his own father's ashes from the cemetery and throw them away, the reason was just - he was not worthy to be buried with my mother.

Fu Rong didn't know how long he had been distracted, when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps approaching from far to near, he raised his eyelids and saw that it was the dean entering Yan Cheng's ward.

What should I call the dean?

Fu Rong thought.

In the ward, the oppressive atmosphere was almost overwhelming.

"Mr. Yan." The dean is very old, and he is not afraid of Yan Cheng like others, and he is still trying to persuade him: "There has never been anyone in this world who has glands of two genders..."

Yan Cheng asked: "You just say, is it okay or not?"

"Theoretically yes, but..."

"That's fine." Yan Cheng didn't wait for the dean to ramble, "Set a time for surgery."

"Mr. Yan, listen to what I have to say..." The dean moved a stool and sat in front of Yan Cheng. His eyes were already a little cloudy, but he still had a frightening light when he looked at people. "Someone did it before." Regarding the research on glands, in theory, when the glands are implanted in your body, the pheromones will fuse with your original pheromones to produce a scent like a lifelong mark."

Yan Cheng raised his eyebrows, "It's exactly what I want."

"But the problem is, Mr. Yan, you are an Alpha. Once you implant an Omega gland, you can only mark the original owner of this gland from now on, whether it is a temporary mark or a lifetime mark, there is only one."

"I'm not going to mark others myself, I only have him in my life."

The dean sighed, his heart was in a mess, and he felt that it was hard to persuade the damn ghost, so he could only theoretically explain the consequences one by one: "But the sex is different, Alpha implanted in the gland of Omega will produce rejection, predict It is estimated to last half a month to a month."

"You will fall into passive estrus, but the pheromones have been fused, and only the glandular Omega can soothe you, but Omega can no longer release pheromones because the glands have been removed. In essence, no one can comfort you, and you can only live alone. Past estrus."

Yan Cheng was stunned for a moment, he didn't know what he thought of, but he laughed happily, "Okay, this is really great, I really should...feel it."

"Mr. Yan, I don't know if you have ever fallen into passive estrus due to the influence of Omega pheromones, but I want to say that the passive estrus of rejection is completely different from the passive estrus of ordinary Alphas."

The dean's expression is very serious, and his voice is full of rigor unique to older scholars: "The glands of the two sexes will affect each other, and being affected by the glands of Omega, the estrus period of rejection will be stronger than that of Alpha's passive estrus. Hundreds of times more intense, even biased towards Omega's routine estrus."

"However." The dean frowned, and quickly searched for relevant research materials in his mind, "Alpha's glands, Alpha's pheromones, and Alpha's gender will still take priority. This limitation is specifically manifested in—thinking .”

"When Omega goes through the estrus period, it gradually loses its consciousness and thinking. It is controlled by desire and unable to think." The dean said: "But Alpha is different. During the period of rejection, your consciousness is clear, your The mind can't be controlled, but your body can be controlled."

"Mr. Yan, I don't know if you can understand this statement."

Yan Cheng turned his head and looked out of the window, it didn't know when it started to rain outside, and the raindrops hit the window with the strong wind, making crackling noises.

The dean said: "You can clearly perceive your physical changes and emotional changes, but you can only watch and cannot change."

A purple lightning bolt fell not far away, Yan Cheng was fascinated by it, and turned his head after a while and said, "I see."

He handed the small box to the dean, "Before the glandular activity disappears, I will undergo surgery."