Dress as the notorious Omega

"Aqian, the Jun family can't accommodate me, and other places can't accommodate me, can you take me away..."

Seeing that Jun Zhiqian was determined to ignore him, Jun Rudai knelt down and hugged his thigh, Lihua cried and begged with rain.

"...Aqian...you can't treat mom like this..."

"Let go." Jun Zhiqian's voice was cold, his fingers curled up, obviously he couldn't bear the woman's behavior.

Jun Rudaisi was unmoved, she was used to seeing her son's inhuman appearance, and thought that repeating the old tricks would soften Jun Zhiqian's heart.

But what she didn't know was that Jun Zhiqian was thinking of another person at the moment.

"Don't treat mom like this, okay? It's not easy for mom to raise you... Think about how I raised you up when you were an orphan and widow... What's wrong with me..."

It's okay not to mention this matter, but when it is mentioned, Jun Zhiqian's anger is even worse.

"Jun Rudai, you know how I grew up."

Jun Rudai was also frightened by Jun Zhiqian's aura, she blinked timidly, and slowly withdrew her hand that was clenching Jun Zhiqian's trousers.

"Don't talk about mom like that, it's hard for mom too... Mom has already apologized to you, so please forgive mom..."

Her words were still full of grievances, and she didn't realize the root of the problem at all.

Jun Zhiqian didn't care whether she was repenting or not.

He only hoped that this woman would stop pestering him in the name of apologizing.

Jun Zhiqian looked down at the woman kneeling on the ground coldly, and felt mocking in his heart—this woman always only wanted her own pleasure, and didn't care about the life or death of others.

"I didn't blame you, get up."

Jun Zhiqian sighed in his heart, anger and sarcasm were no match for pity for women in the end, but his words were a little more warning: "Don't meddle in the affairs here, just stay here honestly, and I will come to pick you up when things are done. you."

"Then when can I kill him with my own hands?" the woman asked eagerly, for fear that her prey would escape.

For women's stubbornness, Jun Zhiqian only feels sad.

"He is terminally ill, and he will not live long." Jun Zhiqian paused, and continued, "If you kill him, you will have to pay the price."

The woman was taken aback for a moment, and then she let out a melodious laugh like silver bells, startling a few jackdaws on the dead tree.

"Hahaha... the price? The price I paid these years is not enough... I promise, if I kill him, I will go with him, I want him to accompany me on the road to hell..."

Jun Zhiqian's finger holding the woman froze, and then quickly retracted it - how could he have forgotten that this woman's nature is such that he still pities her foolishly.

"As long as you are happy." Jun Zhiqian left a sentence, turned around and walked towards the door quickly.

He locked the iron door firmly, stood behind the door and looked at the woman with dull eyes under the dead tree, "Wait for me to come back."

This sentence is both a promise and an oath.

The woman didn't cry anymore, but quietly looked at the place where Jun Zhiqian went away, until she couldn't see anyone, she looked around the desolate scene in the yard for a week, and laughed.

Smiling and laughing, the dark yellow scenery in front of me is blurred.

-

When Jun Zhiqian parked the car not far from his own courtyard, Su Yan was jumping out of the nanny's car. He was wearing a shiny down jacket today with a light pink lining, and he looked lively and bright.

Jun Zhiqian doesn't have much appreciation for clothes, because of his special status, his clothes are limited in styles and colors - they are all classic black formal suits.

Not far away, Su Yan said goodbye to Sister Yue with a smile, turned around and walked into the yard with the housekeeper who was carrying things.

Because he came back, the courtyard and the house were quickly lit up one after another. If you listen carefully, you can still hear him joking with other people.

Su Yan never wronged herself, only when she was with Jun Zhiqian, she kept silent like a cicada.

That submissive look made Jun Zhiqian sometimes wonder if he had offended him at some point.

Jun Zhiqian got off the car, but didn't immediately walk towards home.

He took out the unused cigarette and lighter that had been in the car for a long time, and lit one end of the cigarette with a "click".

He hadn't smoked for several months, and the smoke poured into his mouth and nasal cavity, slid down his throat into his lungs, and then spread all over his body. A sense of decadence and absurdity filled his brain, making him suddenly sober.

After just one puff, Jun Zhiqian gave up. He extinguished most of the remaining cigarettes in the cigarette box, and then threw the whole box of cigarettes into the trash can on the side of the road.

Before entering the living room on the first floor, Jun Zhiqian raised his head and glanced up. The master bedroom on the second floor of the house was hung with curtains, and a little light was revealed through the gaps.

Like wintersweet swaying on the branches at the end of winter.

He walked in, and the butler who was clearing the table greeted him and took the coat from him.

The old housekeeper looked a little happy today, the beard on his mouth was up and down when he was talking, and he talked a lot.

"...Mr. Su came back and went upstairs for a while. He said that he was too tired after recording the first episode, so he went up to rest first." The old housekeeper hurriedly told Jun Zhiqian the news of Su Yan's return.

Jun Zhiqian nodded when he heard the words, thought for a while, and said, "Make something easy to digest and send it to him."

I have been tossing around on the show for three days, so I must be uncomfortable now.

Originally, participating musicians were not allowed to enter and leave the venue casually, but Su Yan was released with Jun Zhiqian's special approval.

He didn't have time to change out of his pajamas, so he threw his things on the floor at the door, and fell asleep like a cat in the rickety recliner.

Jun Zhiqian opened the door quietly, and what he saw was Su Yan sleeping soundly with his stomach in his arms.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the fennec fox that Jun Rudai raised abroad when he was a child.

A small, skinny one, finally got some meat, and gave it to the little bastard in his belly who only knew how to take it.Jun Zhiqian's hand fell on the hair beside Su Yan's ear, habitually touching his side face.

But when this haunting face is close at hand, Jun Zhiqian dare not approach at all.

This is the person he wanted for the first time, but now he is not worthy of him because he is worried that he is not good enough, not perfect enough.

Su Yan woke up under the scorching gaze. He propped up his body, and the soft blanket slid down his arms. Jun Zhiqian's expression calmed down as usual the moment Su Yan raised his head.

"Hmm... Mr. Jun? I fell asleep?"

Jun Zhiqian nodded, acquiescing to Su Yan's question.

Su Yan rubbed her eyes, without caring about her image at all, stretched her waist, her voice was vague: "Mr. Jun doesn't know how to wake me up, it's getting dark..."

Jun Zhiqian didn't answer, stood up and went to the door to turn on the chandelier.

"I'm so tired... I don't want to go down to eat..." Su Yan dragged his body to stand up from the reclining chair, arched his back and slumped his shoulders, and he could still see the black shadows around his eyes when he looked closely.

Su Yan said that he didn't want to go downstairs to eat, but his footsteps were moving towards the door. He was barefoot and almost fell down on the ground accidentally.

Jun Zhiqian subconsciously went to help him, but Su Yan easily dodged it.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly fell into awkwardness.

Jun Zhiqian's hands froze in the air, and he looked at Su Yan quietly.

Su Yan was very calm, "Mr. Jun, I can take care of myself." After speaking, she naturally bent her eyes and smiled to reassure him.

But the more Su Yan was like this, the more it meant that he had a grievance in his heart. He still didn't feel relieved from the conversation that night in Stanford.

"How are you doing these days?" Jun Zhiqian didn't continue to worry about the past, he changed the subject.

Speaking of work, Su Yan's tone was obviously a lot more excited.

"I met a lot of people... They took good care of me and recommended several new singers that I could work with... By the way!" Su Yan suddenly raised her voice, "I also met the special guests of the show, He is really good, he can sing all kinds of tunes at his fingertips, and he can sing many types of songs..."

"It's just that you are too harsh on me..." Su Yan suddenly felt a little guilty. In fact, he was scolded many times by the guest at the scene.

The guest seemed to be staring at him specifically, and whenever something was wrong, he began to scold him loudly, which made Su Yan lose face.

But it is equivalent to wanting to show the best side in front of the person he likes. Su Yan also wants to tell Jun Zhiqian all the good things. All the grievances and scoldings he has suffered are in the past.

Jun Zhiqian still looked at him from a distance, his eyes were as calm as water, and he seemed to be able to distinguish at a glance which of his words was the truth and which was a lie.

In front of Jun Zhiqian, Su Yan's disguise was defeated.

The air was so quiet that it made one's heart palpitate. Su Yan couldn't hold it back. She held onto the table beside her and turned her head away, her voice choked with sobs, "Actually, I don't like him at all...he doesn't treat me well at all. ..."

A sigh was mixed with the crying, Jun Zhiqian approached Su Yan and hugged him into his arms.

He wanted to tell Su Yan not to force a smile in front of him, but this sentence was too presumptuous for him to say.

"Don't cry..." Jun Zhiqian patted Su Yan's back, smelling his own pheromone smell on Su Yan's sweater, feeling inexplicably at ease.

Su Yan also sniffled, keenly aware of the faint smell of tobacco on Jun Zhiqian's body.

Is it someone else's pheromone, or is Mr. Jun smoking?Su Yan was frightened by the previous answer, blinked vigorously, and raised her head in Jun Zhiqian's arms.

"How's Mr. Jun these days?" Tears fell from Su Yan's eyelashes and fell on Jun Zhiqian's sleeve, blurring small wet marks. Su Yan lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Mr. Jun Don't even call me..."

Because of this incident, Su Yan was ridiculed several times by that eccentric special guest.

Jun Zhiqian stroked Su Yan's hair and pressed him back to his chest, "I'm dealing with the affairs of Jun's family recently."

Su Yan felt that this should be true—Jun Zhiqian never lied to himself, and he handled everything well.

He doesn't always complain to others like himself.

But Su Yan couldn't understand, such a good person, why can't he belong to him?

Jun Zhiqian lowered his head, and inadvertently met Su Yan's eyes, his eyes froze, and he looked away immediately.

Su Yan was steadfast, wrapping his hands around Jun Zhiqian's waist, and falling on Jun Zhiqian like a giant pendant.

"Mr. Jun, Mr. Jun, look at me."

Su Yan insisted that Jun Zhiqian look at him.

Jun Zhiqian's eyelashes trembled, and his eyelids drooped.

"..."

"Mr. Jun, let's live a good life... shall we?"

What does "live a good life" mean? Jun Zhiqian has no special concept, but he nodded and agreed to Su Yan's request.

Seeing that he agreed, Su Yan held his hand tighter, and moved her gaze to her lower abdomen.

"Baby is moving..."

The expression on Jun Zhiqian's face was as if someone had pressed the pause button, and he looked straight at Su Yan's stomach.

Su Yan didn't expect Jun Zhiqian to have such a reaction. He pursed his lips and smiled, took Jun Zhiqian's hand into his sweater, and placed it where the child was moving.

This feeling is very strange, Su Yan looked up at Jun Zhiqian's expression, feeling happy, he begged time to stop at this moment.

Just staying in this moment is enough.

[The author has something to say: Su Yan is another humble day hhh

And it's about to start abuse, scold lightly

Good night in advance]