Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

A long time later, when filling out the marital status, Song Mi would recall the day when he went to visit Yan Qinghe with a deluxe and two catties of red Fuji.In that afternoon, it took less than 3 minutes for him and his first love whom he thought he would never see again, to confirm a life-long marriage relationship.

This story begins at 47:[-] am on May [-], one year ago.

My mother, Ms. Wei, called and arranged for Mr. Song to have a blind date with her card friend Lao Chen's son at noon.

Song Mi's "No" lingered in her throat, but finally she didn't say it.

In today's society, pheromone levels are divided into six levels, S is the highest level, and E is the lowest level, especially for Omega gender. The higher the level of pheromone, the stronger the personal quality, but the probability of conception will also plummet.Even the fertility rate of AO couples who are also S-level is less than 1%. If a couple has a physical conflict, it is really hard to say whether the west wind will prevail over the east wind or the east wind will prevail over the west wind.

Marrying an S-level Omega is equivalent to giving up having children, this has become some kind of common sense.Therefore, Song Mi, who is an S-level omega, gave up some unrealistic ideas early on and devoted herself to her career - 360 days a year, and Song always worked overtime in the office for [-] days.

Ms. Wei gave a few instructions on the phone, knowing her child's situation in her heart, her confidence weakened, and her voice became smaller and smaller.

But regardless of gender, Song Mi herself is not interested in getting married.But I couldn't stand the old man urging the marriage.Three months ago, the old lady fell down when she was going downstairs, and she was admitted to the hospital and never came out.

"The doctor said that my mother-in-law's illness has not improved much, and it has been about a year... Anyway, you should go to see her first, and come to accompany the old man if you have nothing to do." The mother's voice was very soft, but the content was heavy. There was a faint cry.

"...Understood, I will go."

As early as Song Mi could remember, Ms. Wei and Mr. Song had left home to start a business, and the old lady had always taken care of him.The mother-in-law got up early and had to go to the market at six o'clock every day, but she was never willing to wake up her grandson.After three poles in the sun, Xiao Song Mi woke up leisurely, and when she looked up, she could see a bowl of cold shrimp beside the bed.

The white "shrimp" dangled in the yellow sugar water, and there were a few steaming ice bumps on one side of the bowl. When you looked up, you could see the old lady coming in with an iron spoon and knocking twice on the edge of the enamel bowl. , yelling at him: "Little lazy pig, get up."

Summer is cold shrimp, and in winter, there are warm little glutinous rice cakes on the bedside cabinet.The glutinous ball rolled in the peanut sesame noodles and lay neatly in the bowl, just waiting for the little master to get up and enjoy.

The old lady's heart ached for her little grandson.According to Ms. Wei, when the old lady knew that he was an S-level Omega, she was silent for a while, and finally she just sighed and said nothing.The old lady didn't look down on him because of his gender, but just worried that he would have a bad life because of his gender and that he would not be taken care of.The older generation always feel that Omega needs to be taken care of.

Such worries persisted for 27 years.Little Song Mi grew taller and taller, but the old lady became more and more stooped, and finally lay down and was admitted to the hospital. The situation was getting worse day by day, and she was still chanting: Is Mi Mi interested?

Song Mi held the old lady's hand silently, and when she fell asleep, she put the dead branch-like hand on the bed and covered it with a quilt, and went out to one blind date dinner after another.

He arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes early, and after ordering, he took his mobile phone to read the documents for 10 minutes, and then Mr. Chen showed up calmly.He didn't say a word of apology for being late, the man just sat on the chair with his arms folded and looked back and forth at his appearance, frowning and then loosening his brows, and he said "tsk tsk" from time to time.

After a while, Alpha slowly asked: "Did Mr. Song also graduated from University A?"

"Well, level 11."

"What a coincidence, I'm in level 08."

Song Mi patiently perfunctory: "It turned out to be Senior Chen, the 08 class is really full of talents."

The other party shook his head, his expression looked quite modest, but his tone was vaguely superior: "I don't dare to be, I just made a speech as an outstanding graduate and went through the motions, the most powerful is Yan Qinghe, he is Outstanding valedictorian of the year..."

Yan Qinghe.That's really great.

While other people were wearing cheap suits bought in the underground commercial street of the university town, and were scrambling to Baidu "tie tie diagrams", Yan Qinghe was already walking between business negotiations calmly in a high-end three-piece suit.

"Some people are born different from others." When Song Mi saw this sentence, she suddenly thought of Yan Qinghe.That kind of thinking is very natural, just like water pouring down from a high place, it is axiomatic and does not need to be proved.

The first time he saw Yan Qinghe was in his freshman year. The man was sitting on the sofa in the dean's office with his hands crossed, and turned his head to look at him.It wasn't a quick glance, nor was it a slightly frivolous look, the man just turned his head, put him into his eyes carefully and properly, with the corners of his eyes raised, and smiled.

The dean of the department, who is known for being serious and rigid, patted Song Mi on the shoulder cordially, and introduced him to that person: "Qinghe, this is your junior, Song Mi, the child I look forward to the most in the 11th grade."

"Hi, I'm Yan Qinghe. How do you write your junior's name?"

Song Mi remained expressionless, took a piece of paper, and honestly wrote down her name.

"The world is quiet, and the banquet in the universe is clear." The window of the office is open, and the summer afternoon is inevitably hot, but when Yan Qinghe was talking, a gust of wind suddenly blew over, and he stretched out his white and slender hand, "Song Mi, Nice to meet you."

Obviously it was the most common courtesy, but for Yan Qinghe, it was a bit more sincere and touching.Song Mi stared straight at the other's hand, and it took a long time before she put her own hand on it and shook it quickly.

"Yan Qinghe, he hasn't been well recently..."

These three words brought Song Mi back to reality, and the other party's gloating expression looked extremely glaring.Song Mi put her right hand into the pocket of her suit, rubbed the cigarette case repeatedly, and asked patiently, "What's the matter?"

Mr. Chen shared the misfortunes of others contentedly: "His family had a car accident and both his parents died, but he survived. He has degenerated from an S-level Alpha to an E-level Alpha, and he is still lying in the hospital. It is estimated that the rest of his life will be over. ..."

It would be a lie to say no surprises, Song Mi never thought that there would be a day when she would resonate with the proud son of heaven.

An E-level Alpha, an S-level Omega, one cannot be married, and the other cannot be married off.I don't know who is more pitiful, but marriage is not a must in life. It is the saddest fact that you can't spend the rest of your life with the person you like, but in fact, those who can spend the rest of their lives with their lover are the lucky few.Song Mi's luck has never been very good.Unexpectedly, within a few tens of seconds of his distraction, Mr. Chen had already started planning his married life.

"Mr. Song, I am the marketing director of X Group. You know, a professional like me may have less time to take care of the family. After marriage, I hope you can take care of children and the elderly full-time at home..."

Song Mi put the thin cigarette in his mouth, and turned on the lighter: "Sir, how much is your annual salary?"

The other party frowned when he saw him lighting a cigarette, and then deliberately pretended to be no big deal and reported a number: "About 120 million after tax. I can pay the down payment, and the mortgage will be shared in the future. Mortgage to buy a house outside the third ring road It is not a big problem to use a two-bedroom as a wedding room..."

"100?"

"To be precise, referring to last year's level, it should be about 120 million after tax."

Song Mi extinguished the cigarette he had only smoked in the ashtray, and he bent the slender cigarette into two pieces.He tapped lightly on the table to signal the waiter to pay the bill.

"Dear Mr. Chen, your confidence has left a deep impression on me, thank you for participating in this blind date, but I'm sorry, I don't have any plans for targeted poverty alleviation yet."

The blind date was neither successful nor pleasant.But Song Mi didn't feel unhappy. He even made an objective assessment and thought that this blind date was of high value.

He at least knew a little about Yan Qinghe's recent situation.

He and Yan Qinghe are not very close. They chose the same mentor, and they can barely be called senior brothers, but they don't even have a way to contact each other.

The last time we met was during the Chinese New Year when the masters distributed red envelopes. Yan Qinghe sent a red envelope with a password. He snatched the "King of Luck", and the other party sent him a voice message.

"Junior brother, it's your turn."

Song Mi listened to it seven or eight times, focusing on the appellation.When Yan Qinghe said this, he seemed very close to him, and Song Mi's thoughts couldn't help spreading out.He could even imagine the expression on that person's face when he said this, the slightly upturned eyes must have been filled with a gentle smile, and when he collected his thoughts, he found that he had sent out 25 red envelopes in a row.He waited for a long time, the chat history had already turned three pages, and Yan Qinghe didn't say a word.

There was no contact in college, and it is even less likely to have a relationship after graduation. If no one mentioned it today, Song Mi thought that she would not take the initiative to think of this name anymore.

During the short time they spent together, the number of times they had direct contact could be counted on one hand, and most of the time it was Song Mi looking at him from a distance.

Song Mi arrived at every game of Yan Qinghe on time, and stood in the last row to watch the whole game.At the beginning, he just watched, and after watching a lot, he knew a lot of details, such as the number of that person's jersey number is 9, for example, he doesn't like to have physical contact with people because of cleanliness, and for example, he only drinks a certain brand of mineral water .

The brand of water is very special, it is an imported brand, which can only be bought in the international chain shopping malls in the city center.Its price is also special, 23 yuan.There is probably some reason why Yan Qinghe is extremely persistent in this brand.But Song Mi didn't know the reason, just like he didn't know why a bottle of pure water was so expensive.

His best friend Qin Yu occasionally comes with him, but more often he comes alone, he is not alone, because the performances with Yan Qinghe are always lively, and there are two bottles of water in the bag to accompany him he.He kept one of the bottles for himself, but the other bottle never reached Yan Qinghe's hands.He would wait for the crowd to disperse, then put it under the basket that Yan Qingheyuan had thrown. As for what happened to it, Song Mi no longer cared.

Because caring will no longer have results.No matter how many football games he watched or how many bottles of water he bought, he was only moved by himself after all.Yan Qinghe probably didn't remember him.

The blind date ended much earlier than expected, Song Mi started the car, but she didn't know where it was going.He habitually went back the same way, but found himself losing patience with every red light.He chose the opposite direction from the company at the next intersection, parked the car on the side of the road, Song Mi smoked a cigarette quietly, and finally keyed the name of Yan Qinghe Hospital into the navigator.

Coincidentally, the right turn at this intersection happens to be the shortest route to the destination.He arrived there quickly, searched around twice, but did not see a flower shop, so he bought a box of deluxe and two catties of red Fuji at the canteen, and stood at the entrance of the inpatient department for four or five minutes before hesitating walk into.

It was lunch break, and the ward area was exceptionally quiet.After driving for more than 50 minutes, she stood in front of the other party's ward, but in the next second, Song Mi began to think about the possibility of entrusting the gift to the nurse.Would it be too intrusive to visit so rashly?He thought so.Song Mi is not very willing to admit that for a moment, he was even terrified.He was afraid that Yan Qinghe would look at him in astonishment and ask him about his identity.Just this thought was enough to stop him from walking into the ward.

He couldn't even come up with an excuse to visit sick.

Song Mi quietly put the things in his hand outside the door, he stopped for a while, and when he was about to leave, he was nailed to the spot by a sudden voice from the ward.

"Qinghe, I know it's not appropriate to make this request now, but..."

Inappropriate requests should not be made.People who say such things already have the idea of ​​morally kidnapping the other party's promise in their hearts.Song Mi paused, retreated to the door of the ward, and peeked at the situation in the ward through the small window inappropriately.

A middle-aged couple and a male Omega stood in front of the hospital bed, blocking the light and refusing to give a single bit of charity to the patient. Omega is very beautiful, he bit his lip, and was so wronged that he shed tears: "It is impossible for us to get married anymore, can you sign the divorce agreement... This is a suitable choice for both of us ..."

Song Mi felt a little annoyed, this person kept blocking his eyes and talking non-stop, so that he couldn't see Yan Qinghe from this angle at all.After a while, the man probably said he was tired, and walked away to drink water, and Song Mi finally saw the man lying on the bed.

Is this... Yan Qinghe?

He was so thin that his cheeks were almost sunken, and his outline became more and more forlorn.Song Mi's heart shrank a little, he felt very cold, and the chill directly soaked into his heart through the transmission of the metal doorknob.

At the same time, the person lying on the bed held the pen that Omega eagerly handed over, and signed his name on a piece of paper. The moment the person wrote the pen, to Song Mi, it was like the last moment that crushed the camel. a straw.Song Mi repeatedly warned himself not to cause trouble to the other party, but he felt an indescribable unhappiness in his heart at the moment when his reason broke the bank.His movement of unscrewing the door was a bit heavy, the thin wooden door slammed against the door hard, and the wall of the ward seemed to tremble, such a big movement even attracted the attention of the medical staff.

In an instant, he immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

Including Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe's dark pupils dilated slightly, flashing a few gloomy emotions, but quickly returned to normal.Song Mi didn't know if his feeling was accurate, because Yan Qinghe's movements were subtle and fast, but his eyes could no longer move away from the person on the bed.

They looked at each other briefly, and Yan Qinghe immediately looked away. At this second, Song Mi seemed to be bewitched and made a hasty decision.

"Senior, now you have no reason to reject me."

An opening was opened, and the following words were easily spoken.

"Yan Qinghe, are you willing to marry me?"

Accompanied by this confession, the clear and quiet scent of incense poured out, occupying the entire ward.Under the suppression of the S-level pheromone, the strange Omega's pretty face turned pale, almost falling to the ground.His mother helped him in time, but the expressions of the mother and son were not very good.The father was startled and angry, and stepped forward a few steps to try to say something, but he remembered that he was the one who was in the wrong, so he had no choice but to keep silent, his face turning pale.

The silence continued, Song Mi didn't care about other things, he just looked at Yan Qinghe, silently releasing his pheromone.

"Okay." Yan Qinghe said suddenly, taking over his performance logically.

This light answer seemed to press the "pause button" of something, which stopped Song Mi's thoughts and also frozen the rising pheromone concentration in the ward.

When Song Mi came back to her senses, she only heard the banging sound of the door being closed vigorously.He didn't even know when Yan Qinghe's fiancée, no, when the ex-fiancée's family left, the only thing that was certain was that the sound of his banging on the door was not as loud as his own.His fingers were still on the side of Yan Qinghe's face, and the fingertips felt warm to the touch, but he felt as if they were burning, so he had to withdraw his hands apologetically.

He remembered that Yan Qinghe didn't like to have physical contact with others.

Song Mi was suddenly speechless.He was startled to realize that the silence pervading between the two of them at this moment seemed to be Yan Qinghe expressing his inner real disgust in different forms.The expressionless face of the other party was like the calm sea before the storm, and the turbulent waves seemed to be covered by the slight waves. Song Mi became more and more flustered, so she had to keep silent and turn her face away.

The shame in his heart lingered at him, he didn't know what to say, and was about to say goodbye and leave.But as soon as he stood up, someone grabbed his wrist.

very cool.

It was his only thought.

In his memory, the coolness of the hand he clasped eight years ago made his heart beat faster, but the coldness now makes his heart shiver.He held it so tightly that Song Mi was at a loss. Song Mi didn't know what to do, so she bowed her head and apologized.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have…"

Yan Qinghe didn't let go, but turned his head and stared straight at him.At this time, the sun outside the window was scorching hot, and the earth was pale white. The cicadas were singing one after another like a wave, and the silence was almost noisy.

Song Mi caught Yan Qinghe's voice in her deafening heartbeat, and accurately felt the flash of banter and the endless scrutiny that followed: "Just now, it seems that someone proposed to me."

The sound of the beating heart was noisier than the chirping of cicadas, Song Mi almost thought she heard it wrong.

I just finished this chapter on 12.27, and I'm kowtowing.