Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

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Song Mi is used to waiting for Yan Qinghe to recover while processing documents.After reading a proposal, he stopped, quietly staring at the succulents on the table in a daze, and did not open the next document for a long time. The screen of the laptop changed from a densely packed document to a scrolling landscape screensaver. In the end it was pitch black.

Song Mi had a headache, he agreed to Yan Qinghe impulsively, but he didn't know how he should mention it to Ms. Wei.

Out of a delicate state of mind, he didn't tell anyone around him about his marriage.But the reason for his marriage was to make his family feel at ease.He took out his mobile phone and dialed a familiar number, but he couldn't press the green call button for a long time.

Ms. Wei's last message still asked him how the blind date was going, and he replied with a not-so-optimistic answer.For the next two months, she never said anything about the blind date again, and the day-to-day chat cycle was all about eating on time and going to bed earlier.

It was already July, and the unique heat of summer was spreading in the air. He was the only one in the waiting room, the window was opened a small gap, the sound of high heels passing through the corridor, the sound of cicadas, The sound of the machine running came from far away.Accompanied by slight pain.

It started again.A few drops of cold sweat dripped from the corner of Song Mi's forehead, and it seemed that a hand was kneading a not-so-tenacious organ in his stomach.

The phone suddenly vibrated, and the caller ID was "Ms. Wei". Song Mi's mind went blank, but she quickly connected the call with her fingers: "...Mom, what's wrong?"

"Mimi, are you busy? Is it convenient to talk?" Ms. Wei's voice was a little noisy, it should be in a public place.

"It's free, convenient. What's the matter?"

"There's something wrong with the company. I'll go back and deal with it first. I bought a ticket for seven o'clock tonight. Please take care of my mother-in-law. I've already told the nursing aunt."

"So fast?" Song Mi frowned, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall, "It's already 03:30, is there time to pack up and go to the airport? I'll—"

He wanted to say "I'll be right over", but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered that Yan Qinghe's rehabilitation would end in an hour, and the remaining half would stop abruptly, leaving only a piece of filial piety that could not be fulfilled hanging in the air.Song Mi couldn't leave Yan Qinghe alone in this lonely hospital.

"I'll have my assistant drive over to see you off—"

"No need, I'm already on my way to the airport," Ms. Wei said very casually, "I can solve this small problem by myself, and you can't help much when you come."

"When will you be back?" Song Mi didn't ask her mother about the company.On this point, their mother and son are very consistent. They never ask about each other's company affairs, and they both have sufficient trust in each other.

"Next Wednesday."

"I know, I will go to the hospital to watch every night from now on."

After saying this, the mother and son were silent for a while, and when Song Mi was about to hang up the phone, Ms. Wei suddenly spoke.

"Mimi, my mother-in-law told me that Mimi has a relationship, and she smiled happily... Is it because my mother is pushing you too hard?" For two months, his life has been focused on Yan Qinghe's side, and it is only When I went to accompany my mother-in-law at night, I mentioned it lightly, but I unconsciously concealed it from my mother.

"Mom just wants you to be healthy and happy, and you won't be..." The sound quality on the other side of the phone seemed to suddenly deteriorate, and the mother's words scattered intermittently, and something hot flowed out of the scattered words.

The mother guessed it, and in order to make the old man happy, he randomly found someone to start a partnership.The mother's silent self-blame made Song Mi feel that she had done a terrible thing.

"Mom, I'm not here to make my mother-in-law happy," Song Mi's voice was a little hoarse, and he said almost word for word, "I really have someone I like."

"I've liked him for a long time, since my freshman year in college."

"When you come back, I will bring him to see you."

Outside the door, Yan Qinghe slowly withdrew the hand that touched the doorknob.

The conversation was over, and after a long blank period, the sound of typing on the keyboard was heard again.Seeing Yan Qinghe not moving, the nurse behind him asked him in a low voice if he wanted to open the door, but before he could open the door, he saw him push the wheelchair and leave.

Back in the recovery room, Yan Qinghe stood up slowly, staring at himself in the mirror, until he couldn't stand anymore, then he slowly sat back on the wheelchair, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"At ten o'clock tonight, send people to my villa."

"Which one is it?"

Yan Qinghe thought for a moment: "The one with fair skin, tall, and woody scent in pheromone."

"Ok, I see."

After recovering that day, Song Mi got off work early as usual and sent Yan Qinghe back to the villa.When saying goodbye, Yan Qinghe suddenly seemed to remember something: "Song Mi, I'm sorry, I may not be able to go to your house tomorrow."

Song Mi responded calmly: "It's okay, just now my mother called and said that she is going on a business trip and will not be back until next Wednesday."

"I am also very much looking forward to meeting my aunt," Yan Qinghe said guiltily with a somewhat embarrassed expression, "Since the stitches were removed last week, the doctor said that I am recovering well, and suggested that I start the next stage of diagnosis and treatment immediately. "

Without waiting for Song Mi's reply, Yan Qinghe continued: "The next stage is when the pheromone level is restored. The doctor's suggestion is to go to country A for a closed pheromone induction treatment." He spent 3 minutes explaining the detailed mechanism of this treatment. Song But Mi couldn't listen to a single word. After much deliberation, the word "separation" was always in his mind.

Song Mi just didn't expect the day of separation to come so soon.The time of being together for more than two months, whether it is long or not, only accounts for less than 27% of Song Mi's 1-year-old life, but whether it is short or not, it is enough for Song Mi to forget that "not being together" is the normal state of him and Yan Qinghe.

After they intersect, they should be parallel lines that return to the right track on the next plane.

"Okay, health is the most important thing." Song Mi spoke in a calm voice, "Remember to contact me when you return to China."

Yan Qinghe smiled and said, "Definitely."

Song Mi was silent for a while, and finally said: "Yan Qinghe, your villa has registered my information, do you want to record your fingerprints into my door lock?"

Song Mi turned her face away, not daring to look at Yan Qinghe again.I was so annoyed in my heart, but I couldn't say a word of explanation.

Saying anything seems superfluous.

Perhaps he also realized that in fact, he was vaguely expecting the other party's affirmative answer, so he stood here silently and abruptly, without saying a word.

If Song Mi raised his head, he would definitely be able to see Yan Qinghe's face without a smile.Yan Qinghe's expression was a bit subtle and annoyed. He was sitting in a wheelchair, but there was a condescending look in his eyes. He moved the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to show a smile, but facing Song Mi's persistent silence, he finally defeated.

"Okay." Song Mi heard a sigh, which seemed to be a compromise.

He returned home contented, still feeling dizzy.He entered the other party's fingerprint into his own access control system, and pressed the "Save" button cautiously.

At the same moment, Song Mi suddenly felt darkness in front of his eyes, and his heart stopped for a beat. He leaned on the wall and walked to the living room, opened the medicine cabinet to search for the prepared inhibitors.

The box is empty.Song Mi suddenly remembered that this morning, he finished the last inhibitor left at home.

The empty medicine box fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The assistant was waiting for Mr. Yan's latest instructions in the lounge.

Fifteen minutes ago, that Omega had already entered.Since the car accident happened and Mr. Yan's illness was confirmed, they have been searching for Omega that meets the doctor's requirements. S-level Omega is not difficult to find, but not many can meet Mr. Yan's requirements. Mr. Yan has a very serious cleanliness disorder.

When he was the assistant of another Mr. Yan, he had heard about Mr. Xiao’s cleanliness disorder. At that time, Mr. Xiao was able to participate in some group activities normally, but since the car accident, his symptoms have intensified. It has reached the point where it would vomit if touched by a stranger.

Before staying in the public hospital, it was just to make ends meet and deal with the marriage issues made by the older generation. Mr. Yan’s attitude towards marriage has never been clear. The next Omega.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly met that Mr. Song.

I don't know why, under such a hasty situation, Mr. Yan actually agreed to this marriage. Presumably, it should be because of Mr. Song's pheromone level. , are better than the "therapy partner" they were looking for. The most important point is that Mr. Yan does not dislike his touch.

Some follow-up investigations were also carried out, and it seemed that Mr. Song just happened to appear there, without any other premeditated plans, and he actually really liked Mr. Yan.

When Mr. Yan was flipping through the investigation report, he stood by and waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for Mr. Yan's next instruction, so the "treatment partners" he searched for were left idle. Mr. Yan seemed to be genuine. I was addicted to this kind of role-playing game. I went to the other party’s company to read books during the day, and returned to the villa at night after arranging flowers before returning to the study to start processing the piled up documents.

Seems like it's just a game.

Mr. Yan never forgot to take the "trigger" when sending greeting messages to the other party every day, but what is surprising is that Mr. Song did not respond at all.

This should be the reason why he was waiting here tonight.

After several layers of screening, the "treatment partner" who stood out was a 21-year-old male Omega with a fair and slender body and a slightly heroic appearance. The important thing is that he is clean. He is a student of the economics and management department of a key university. He signed the contract because he needed money for his mother's medical treatment. Signed the contract.When the child pushed the door to go in, he heard the sound of a shower coming from the main bathroom.

It should be fine.The assistant thought, after all, he personally supervised that Omega swallowed the inducer. After taking the medicine, in a room temperature environment of 24 degrees, Omega appeared a certain degree of aphrodisiac phenomenon.

The effect of the medicine is normal.

"Bang-"

It was the sound of the bedroom door opening. The assistant was a little surprised, after all, it had only been half an hour.He hurried out of the waiting room, and just standing at the door of the bedroom, he couldn't help but start coughing.The woody fragrance in the room was so strong that it was intoxicating. The fair and beautiful Omega collapsed on the ground. Mr. Yan couldn't help panting. He tightly covered his face with his hands, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged: "Take him away."

The bed was a mess.

Mr. Yan vomited again.

For the next three days, Mr. Yan would try a different Omega every day.But every time the result is the same as the first time.

On the fourth day, Mr. Yan didn't call anyone. He sat in front of the desk and slowly used a knife to cut off the thorns on the rose stems bit by bit.

He fiddled with the flowers in his hands very intently, as if enjoying the flower arrangement process very much.

The assistant stood quietly by the side, handing over warm water and prepared medicines. After seeing Mr. Yan nod his head invisibly, he gently put the things in his hand on the desk without making any sound.

On the pitch-black desk lay Mr. Yan's mobile phone, and the screen was also silent black.In the center of the table was a bouquet of roses that were so red that they turned black. The only light was Mr. Yan's hand, which was so white that it shone.

Mr. Yan put the finished flowers in the transparent flower pots, and took another one to start pruning.

The phone screen was on, and Mr. Yan didn't move at all, still focusing on the rose in his hand, but when pruning, his hands shook a bit, and cut off the perfect flower by the middle.

He directly threw the flowers into the trash can, put down the silver silk-wrapped flower scissors in his hand, took the white square towel aside to wipe his hands, and then picked up the mobile phone on the table.

"He didn't go to the company today?" Mr. Yan asked casually.

The assistant nodded yes.

Since they separated four days ago, Mr. Song has not sent any more messages to Mr. Yan, and no one has seen him at Mr. Song's company.Mr. Yan asked the other party's assistant, but only got news about the other party's business trip.

All the flight, high-speed rail, and long-distance passenger lists in this city have been checked, and there is no Mr. Song's name.

"He never took the initiative to send me a message." Mr. Yan fiddled with his mobile phone and clicked the "delete" button on the spam message he just received.

The assistant didn't answer, he felt that Mr. Yan didn't need his own answer.

After a while, Mr. Yan dialed the phone. After 50 seconds, the phone hung up automatically and no one answered.

He dialed again, and after 50 seconds, there was still no answer.

Mr. Yan didn't have any expression on his face. He tapped the table with his fingertips, and repeated the action of dialing the phone. The hands of the clock on the wall walked around, and the phone was finally connected.

"...Qinghe, what's the matter?" Mr. Song's voice was very vague. He must have called Mr. Yan's full name, but because of his low voice, it sounded like he was calling his name directly.

Mr. Yan adjusted the phone to the external speaker mode, turned the volume to the maximum, and softened his voice: "I made a lot of calls, but you didn't answer, what happened?"

Mr. Song hesitated for a while: "It's okay, I was just driving, I didn't hear you."

The voice on the other side of the phone was very quiet, it didn't sound like it was outside, his voice sounded a little hazy, as if he was woken up by the ringing of the phone after a long sleep.

"Song Mi, where are you? I just returned to China, and I want to see you."

"I went to your company, and the assistant said that you haven't been to the company for three days, what's the matter? It's your mother's company..."

"No, it's not." Mr. Song denied weakly, "I'm not feeling well, I'm resting at home..."

"Then let me come and see you, okay?" Mr. Yan used a coaxing tone, before he got permission, he turned his wheelchair and walked out of the study.

Mr. Song was silent for a long time, and finally hung up the phone.