After I divorced Slag Gong, I became a sea king [Rebirth]

"Beep-beep-"

"The number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later."

Ling Xuan put down his phone, and glanced at the time on the upper right corner of the TV out of the corner of his eye.

This was the fifth call he made to Han Shicheng. Although Han Shicheng would always ignore his calls, last night Han Shicheng promised him that he would go home for dinner tonight.In the past few years of marriage, Han Shicheng's heart has never been on Ling Xuan, but he has done a good job of keeping the contract - this is the only thing Han Shicheng can do in their marriage. As for other things, If Han Shicheng didn't say anything, Ling Xuan would never ask.

Ling Xuan called again, but Han Shicheng still didn't answer, he was not reconciled, and planned to make the last call, but just after he pressed the dial button, the video call came.

Seeing that it was his parents who were calling, Ling Xuan decisively pressed the dialed number, picked up the phone and turned around. He avoided the coffee table with the pregnancy test form and a pile of documents, and turned his gaze to the French window.There are tables and stools by the window, a birthday cake in the middle of the table, and a few home-cooked dishes, all made by Ling Xuan himself after a busy afternoon. It was just an ordinary dinner, but he also avoided it.

"Happy birthday!"

"Thank you mom and dad."

Ling Xuan's parents crowded in front of the camera beamingly, and the soft and tender voices of the children in the piano shop came from behind, clamoring to talk to Ling Xuan too.

Ling Xuan's parents asked the children to have a chat with Ling Xuan, and after the chat, they took back their mobile phones, and the camera on Ling Xuan's side flickered, and it happened to be aimed at the small dining table by the window.

Ling Xuan's mother, Zhao Pingping, asked, "Have you not eaten yet?"

Ling Xuan didn't change his face: "It's the rush hour of traffic, and he's stuck in the road."

"Is that so?" Zhao Pingping frowned, and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end, "Then you should eat something to fill your stomach first, and don't starve yourself. You are in poor health, so you must not go hungry."

Ling Xuan smiled and said, "Am I the one who treats me badly?"

Zhao Pingping said, "I'm afraid that others will treat you badly."

Ling Xuan didn't take it seriously: "You worry too much. Since you were young, when was the person you thought would bully me crying and being dragged by your parents to come to your door?"

Zhao Pingping: "..."

It is true that these words were applied to Ling Xuan in the past, but Zhao Pingping was a little worried when the target was Han Shicheng.

Han Shicheng is too special to Ling Xuan, whether physically or emotionally, as an omega, Ling Xuan is deeply dependent on Han Shicheng.

The couple stared at Ling Xuan for a long time, but they didn't find any concealment on his face. In the end, they only had a few words of advice and hung up the video.

It's nine o'clock.

Ling Xuan glanced at the time on the upper right corner of the TV again, walked to the coffee table, pondered whether to call Han Shicheng's secretary or a friend, hesitated for a moment, and his eyes fell on the pregnancy test form next to the phone.

Ling Xuan picked up the pregnancy test form, read it carefully, saw the result at the end, couldn't help curling his lips, put the pregnancy test form and other documents into the file bag and put it away.

He finally gave up calling Han Shicheng's secretary and friends, and called Han Shicheng again.

The sweet prompt sound rejected him again.

Ling Xuan reluctantly put down his phone, picked up the birthday candle and lighter on the table, and walked towards the birthday cake by the window.

Forget it, don't force it.

"The phone call came again."

The mobile phone rang in Rao Anping's pocket, and he took it out amidst the loud electronic sounds, and said "tsk": "The red rose, the sculpture at Boss Han's house, is really sticky."

Han Shicheng raised his eyes and let out an annoyed "hmm".

"No?"

"Don't answer, wait for him to hang up by himself."

The mobile phone was touched by Rao Anping when he was picking him up at the airport. This is one of his mobile phones. The address book is full of parents and relatives. Usually, the most frequent call is Ling Xuan's call. Everyone else knows this phone number If you can't find him, you'll call his official phone, but Ling Xuan is different. He handles things properly, and the degree of properness is a bit humble in the eyes of many people.

The first time Ling Xuan called, Han Shicheng was going to answer it, but Rao Anping disrupted the situation, and he didn't plan to answer it the next few times.Han Shicheng was too lazy to explain questions to Ling Xuan on the phone, such as "why didn't you answer the phone", "why didn't you come back tonight", even if Ling Xuan didn't ask, he knew that Ling Xuan would think too much, so he cut it off with a single knife, clean .

The phone finally stopped. Han Shicheng was annoyed by the electronic noise, and he didn't plan to stay any longer. He hooked his hands at Rao Anping and said, "Bring it."

Seeing this, Rao Anping stuffed his phone into the collar of the omega he was hugging: "What are you doing, go home on time, and be a good husband 24 hours a day?"

Han Shicheng was a little annoyed: "It's boring to joke too much, bring it."

"I'm not joking." Rao Anping patted the omega's butt, signaling him to stand up, and the omega understood, stood up twisting his waist, then walked to Han Shicheng and sat down next to Han Shicheng.

A cloudy sweet scent came from that omega, and Han Shicheng couldn't tell whether it was the smell of pheromones or the scent of his pheromone-like perfume.

He even didn't understand why he had to come here to spend money and suffer after he had been on a plane for more than ten hours - just because Rao Anping sent him a photo of a white rose on WeChat, saying that it was for him tonight Then he was dragged over and asked Rao Anping to swipe his card to open a private room in this bar to play disco, flirt with internet celebrities, and empty out the drinks he sent here.

Everyone knows the weight of the white rose in his heart, but few people make fun of it, and Rao Anping is the one who doesn't have eyesight.

"take it out."

That omega originally wanted to sit next to Han Shicheng, but the coercion from alpha forced him not to approach him. He knew that Han Shicheng was really angry, so he took out his phone from his collar in fear, and wanted to hand it to Han Shicheng.

Han Shicheng frowned in disgust: "Open the phone clip."

Omega unlocked the phone.

Han Shicheng grabbed the suit beside him with one hand, picked up the mobile phone card with the other, and put it in another mobile phone.

"You deal with it."

He left four words and walked towards the door without looking back.

"Hey, let's go."

While calling Han Shicheng, Rao Anping coaxed the omega who came over and was frightened by Han Shicheng's coercion.

"Mr. Han is not angry with you. The one in his house has no pheromone. He hasn't smelled it for a long time. He is not used to it."

As soon as Rao Anping finished speaking, he found that Han Shicheng's figure suddenly stopped. Rao Anping thought that what he just said was heard by Han Shicheng, and his back suddenly felt cold. He stood up in a panic and wanted to do something. The smelly wind blows in from the opened door.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Zhao Ji stood at the door, his shoulders were still heaving slightly because of panting slightly, but his eyes stayed on Han Shicheng.

"Long time no see, Shi Cheng."

Han Shicheng was taken aback for a while, and then nodded his head: "En."

"I'll just say I'm not joking."

Rao Anping patted his chest behind him, came over to hug the two of them, put his hand on Han Shicheng's shoulder and it was rare that he was not pushed away, but the other hand turned into an inviting gesture before putting on Zhao Ji's shoulder.

"Go, go to the next round, this place is not suitable for our literary and artistic films."

Zhao Ji asked, "Are you going to drink?"

Han Shicheng said: "I listen to you."

"No, I mean, the Shicheng family—"

"It's okay. He came today and has no plan to go back."

Before Han Shicheng could speak, Rao Anping interjected, and Han Shicheng didn't say much. He asked Zhao Ji, "Do you want to eat something first?"

"Okay." Zhao Ji laughed, he didn't smile often, once he did, no one could refuse him. "But you'd better call home."

"There's no need to beat him, he's not a child, he still needs someone to eat and sleep with him."

Zhao Ji said: "It's better for you to tell him that you have an appointment with your friends at night and you have to go back later, so that he doesn't worry about it."

"No need, he has no right to manage my affairs." Han Shicheng pushed open the door gentlemanly, "Let's go."

The three went to eat supper together, and then went to the tavern to drink. Ling Xuan did not call again. Of course, Han Shicheng couldn't take care of him. We haven't seen each other for three years. The three of them drank a little too much. Han Shicheng and Rao Anping is good at drinking, but Zhao Ji is not good at drinking. Before drinking, he said that he is not good at drinking, so he will not drink too much, so as not to trouble Han Shicheng and Rao Anping later, but Han Shicheng did not expect that his drinking capacity is so poor, half a cup After that, his eyes became a little hazy.

Rao Anping observed his words, took out his mobile phone and pretended to press it a few times: "I have access control, I have to go back, can you still drink?"

Zhao Ji held the wine glass and shook his head slowly. After a while, he nodded again, raised the wine glass and poured it into his mouth: "No, I have to drink it up, don't waste it."

"You can't drink."

Han Shicheng raised his hand to hold the bottom of the cup, Zhao Ji softly pushed him away: "Don't waste it."

"What a waste, Mr. Han is short of this money."

Rao Anping also came to stop him.

"Is this a question of money, you, you don't know—"

Zhao Ji's strength was weak, but his strength was strong. Neither of them could stop him. In the end, Han Shicheng snatched the wine glass from Zhao Ji's hand, raised his head and drank it down.

"Okay, it won't be a waste."

He helped Zhao Ji up: "You drank too much, I'll take you back."

At one o'clock in the middle of the night, Han Shicheng still didn't come back.

Ling Xuan was lying on the sofa, covered in a strong pheromone.

He hasn't used artificial pheromones to induce the FQ period for a long time, and today he used a little more, which made him a little dizzy.

His body was as soft as a ripe red bayberry, and water would flow out at any movement. The silk nightgown was attached to his body, and there was nothing underneath.

Why is Han Shicheng... why hasn't he come back?