Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

Slightly dull transition chapter.

When Song Mi packed up the documents and closed the door and walked out of the office, the entire office on the first floor was still lit. He passed by the marketing department and saw that a large number of people hadn't left.

As a start-up company, overtime is the norm, but it's already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Hearing the sound of him coming, some employees raised their heads, and some of them greeted him extrovertedly: "Mr. Song, you're off work."

Song Mi paused for a second, and an imperceptible softness flashed across her face: "Go home early, don't make your family wait in a hurry."

"We stay so late occasionally, but you live in the office for a long time." Someone teased.

Once the words are spoken, the atmosphere becomes heated, and the employees are willing to relax for a few minutes and have a chat.

"Yeah, at the beginning of this year, the lights on our floor were never turned off."

Everyone was joking around again, Song Mi ordered supper for those who stayed to work overtime, glanced at the time, and said seriously: "Leave work early, pay attention to safety, so as not to worry about family members."

Everyone responded one after another, and returned to their workstations, still chattering, the atmosphere was relaxed.

"Mr. Song has become more humane since he got married, and he left at eleven o'clock today."

"Yeah, which day did he leave the company before twelve o'clock?"

Song Mi shook his head and walked into the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, the laughing voices of the employees went away. He saw his own smiling face on the shiny elevator doors, and felt strange for a moment.

He lowered his eyes and straightened the bento bag in his hand.

This was brought to him by Yan Qinghe.

Since that high fever, they lived together, and Yan Qinghe's body gradually recovered, and the number of rehabilitations became less and less.He also understands that Yan Qinghe also has his own career to be busy with. The reason for his free time before was because his body hadn't healed yet and he needed to recuperate. Now it's normal for the two of them to get together less and leave more.

But every time it's dinner, he still feels unaccustomed. When sitting at the table, he always feels that there should be another person opposite, asking himself with a smile what he wants to eat tomorrow.

In fact, Song Mi is not a person with a strong appetite. For him, eating is a need to maintain body function.

He was used to reading documents while eating, but unexpectedly Yan Qinghe pushed the door open and came in.

It's early summer, the temperature is gradually rising, Song Mi has always been bitter in summer, so he ate less.Yan Qinghe raised his eyes and saw Song Mi reading documents with chopsticks in his mouth. The dishes in front of him were already getting cold, but they still remained untouched.

"Don't you like the dishes?" Yan Qinghe asked casually, taking off his coat and hanging it on Song Mi's hanger.

"No, it's fine." Song Mi pulled out the chopsticks without leaving a trace.

"That's it." Yan Qinghe didn't ask any more questions, and the matter seemed to be over.

It's just that since then, Yan Qinghe always prepares a bento for him in the morning, because he can't come to accompany Song Mi during lunch.

Every summer, Song Mi loses some weight, but not this year.

At this moment, he turned his head and glanced at the bento box in the co-pilot, feeling his heart beating slightly faster.He took a deep breath, looked straight ahead, scanned the orange street lights with the corner of his eye, and counted them one by one. When he reached the 730th one, his heartbeat gradually calmed down.

The orange lights emitted by the street lamps form a river, like rivers flowing eastward to the sea, and Song Mi will always go to the Yanqing River.

It was late at night, and the road was uninterrupted, Song Mi arrived at the apartment downstairs on time at twelve o'clock.

Song Mi remembered that she had eaten very clean food today, so she straightened her back, feeling more confident when facing Yan Qinghe.

When the door was opened, light poured out from the floor, Yan Qinghe fell asleep while waiting for him, the warm yellow light in the living room blurred his outline, the temperature of the air conditioner was kept at 26 degrees, and there was a cup of delicious cold white on the dining table.

Appropriate and thoughtful, like the ideal family public service advertisements broadcast on the official TV station, there are no trivialities and frictions, and there are no chicken feathers everywhere. It is so perfect that it does not seem like a normal life.

"I'm back." Yan Qinghe rubbed his eyes.

Song Mi's voice was very soft: "Well, I'm going to take a shower."

It was obviously not the first time he had faced this situation, but his movement towards the bathroom still seemed a bit hasty, as if there was a scourge behind him.

Yan Qinghe sat on the sofa and smiled: "Song Mi, I put the change of clothes in the shower for you."

"Okay." Song Mi's voice sounded very calm.

When he walked into the bathroom, he could still feel a burst of humid heat. This sticky smell was mixed with the refreshing aroma of bath liquid. Song Mi tried hard to control her heartbeat, and controlled herself not to associate too much with this aroma.

After thinking about it for a while, when he came back to his senses, he had already pressed three pumps of shower gel.

That was Yan Qinghe's shower gel.

Song Mi was stunned for a while, not willing to wash away the innocent shower gel, but comforted herself not to waste it in her heart.

When he walked into the bedroom, Yan Qinghe was already lying on the bed waiting for him. Alpha had just put down his hand and was holding the phone in his hand, looking like he had just finished a call.

Song Mi looked at her watch, it was already [-]:[-], who would call at this event?

Who is the caller?Is it Yan Qinghe, or the person on the other side of the phone?

He was very upset, but he just lay beside Yan Qinghe and said good night softly.

"Good night." There was a sleepy smile in Yan Qinghe's voice, and as soon as he finished speaking, he turned off the bedside lamp.

Suddenly darkness enveloped everything, only the sound of their breathing one after another and the sound of the air conditioner operating were scattered, connected together by the same fragrance.

"Song Mi, did you use my body wash?" Yan Qinghe seemed to turn around, his breath caressing the back of Song Mi's head, with a clear smile.

Song Mi lay on the bed, feeling like a frozen fish, he whispered, "Sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about, go to sleep, sweet dreams."

The connivance implied in this sentence made Song Mi feel at ease. Something lightly rubbed against the back of Song Mi's head. This touch was like a dragonfly touching the water, and the ripples spread, but it only made people feel peaceful.

As if in a dream, Song Mi had a premonition that she had fallen into a fever of thoughts.

Actually, on the second day after staying in Yanqinghe, Song Mi's fever subsided, and the period of high physical fever had already passed.

The high fever period is like a fig leaf, covering up Song Mi's ulterior motives and giving him reasons to indulge himself blindly.

The recovered body announced the awakening of the dream, Song Mi controlled herself to keep a distance, but she kept a little bit of luck in her heart, and did not fulfill her obligation to inform.

He didn't deliberately remind Yan Qinghe: I don't need to take care of you anymore, you can leave.

As if they agreed by coincidence and tacit understanding, Yan Qinghe didn't delve into the silence, but just stayed there.

Neither of them mentioned the guest room at the same time, and neither of them talked about the kiss again. They were like two strangers whose names were on the same marriage certificate and who lived in the same house.

It's just that Song Mi occasionally remembered some things suddenly. Although they were more like hallucinations than memories, those hallucinations also silently shattered with the drop of pheromone level and the fading of heat.

Song Mi set the alarm clock forward by 10 minutes, every time he wakes up in the morning, he can have a little more time to look at Yan Qinghe's side face carved by the sun.

He stretched out his hand, but flinched——

He was afraid that his reckless touch would break everything.

Inertia is really scary.

It was hard for Song Mi to recall that feeling again.He couldn't recall the obscure emotion that passed by after a long wait and practiced many times of careless expression.

He couldn't even imagine what it would be like to wake up in the morning without seeing Yan Qinghe's side face.

"Good morning." Yan Qinghe woke up, smiled at him, raised his head and rubbed Song Mi's hand hanging in the air.

"Morning." Song Mi lowered her eyes to feel the softness of the other's hair, and suddenly felt lingering fear.

"Do you have any plans for today?" Yan Qinghe turned around, looked at Chaoyang, and narrowed his eyes.

"No."

Song Mi's schedule has never had extravagant free time, but the time with Yan Qinghe does not belong to the schedule, it seems more like time than any other time.

"Can you accompany me to visit the grave?"

"... Tomb sweeping?"

"Well, I want to visit them." She didn't say it clearly, but Song Mi knew who "they" referred to.

"Ok."