Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

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"Where are you going?" Song Mi stared straight ahead.

"Go back to the company." Yan Qinghe casually looked at the phone without looking up.

"...company?" Song Mi repeated in confusion, it was the first time he heard about this from Yan Qinghekou.

Since the car accident, Yan Qinghe has never been back, and the assistant will send over important documents regularly, so when he heard the other party use the word "return", Song Mi suddenly felt a sense of dislocation beyond the usual.

He didn't forget that Yan Qinghe also had his own career, but he was too used to the feeling that the other party was dependent on him.The feeling of being needed gave him a strong sense of security—after all, if Yan Qinghe was still that high-spirited S-level alpha, would he still choose himself?

The answer is self-evident.

The next second, Song Mi felt guilty because of her almost vicious congratulations.

"Well, go back to the company." Yan Qinghe repeated.

Song Mi didn't speak any more, and when he sent Yan Qinghe back to Yan's, he saw the other person getting off the car. He wanted to ask Yan Qinghe if he needed his own pick-up, but then remembered that the reason for his absence was that he was busy with work, so he stayed silently. mouthed.

It is naturally impossible for people who are busy with work to pick them up, not to mention Mr. Yan has no shortage of drivers at all.

When he got downstairs, Yan Qinghe gave him Yan's badge with a pink lanyard.

"The company's rules and regulations must be followed, but you can swipe your face card." Yan Qinghe's unhurried speech seemed to indicate something, and his fingertips tapped the face of the card, and it landed on the position column On the word "family", a narrow smile flashed in his eyes, "Mr. Song's special badge is the only one."

When driving back, Song Mi couldn't help taking out the badge in her hand to take a look, the light pink ribbon had bright and soft flashes, the light was bright and scorching, almost igniting Song Mi.

Song Mi tried his best to calm down his speeding heartbeat, and drove the car back to the cemetery. He searched along the path he had traveled, but he didn't see the jewelry store certificate.

The staff of the jewelry store also made it clear before that it doesn't matter if the voucher is lost, and you can get it with your ID card.

But Song Mi still went back to her home and company, searching around and around.That certificate is not that important, at least it does not affect the result, but it is not that unimportant, it is Song Mi's secret reward for herself.

On the day when the pair of rings were ordered, Yan Qinghe accepted his bouquet.

Song Mi drove to the jewelry store and asked about the progress of the custom-made ring. Once again, she got the answer that she could receive the ring without a certificate, but her heart was still hard to relax.The weight of a piece of paper weighed lightly on Song Mi's heart, making him feel uncontrollably heavy. )

He walked through the commercial street, and the shops with different characteristics looked the same in his eyes. Half an hour before the dinner time agreed with Qin Yu, Song Mi became anxious again. He didn't even think about how to talk to Qin Yu. frank.

After all, according to Qin Yu's dislike for Yan Qinghe, if he knew the truth, not only would Song Mi not be blessed, she might even be tied to the Civil Affairs Bureau for a forced divorce.

Qin Yu's dislike for Yan Qinghe was largely due to Song Mi.

Every step of Song Mi's life is fast and steady, and the road is straight forward, and the only stop in it is Yan Qinghe.

The mineral water that Yan Qinghe likes is only sold in the imported department stores in the city center. Every time he sees Song Mi going to the city center, Qin Yu always makes a long face and puts down what he is doing to go with him.

"This kind of emotion is very subtle." When he accompanied Song Mi to buy water that day, Qin Yu sat beside him, biting the straw of the soda, "I'm not a person who cherishes things, but when someone treats me in front of me In front of me, I took away the flowers that I was reluctant to pick, played with them, and then threw them on the ground, do you think I will be happy?"

After speaking, he unscrewed the water Song Mi bought and took a sip, then took out a similar bottle from his bag and handed it to Song Mi: "Give him this bottle."

He poured out the remaining half bottle of water on the side of the street, watched the clear liquid flow down the street into the drain, squeezed the empty bottle, and sneered: "Pretentious."

Then he threw it into the trash can without hesitation, Song Mi still remembers the expression on his face at that time.

Song Mi's mind was in a mess, and when he raised his head again, he was already standing in a certain men's clothing store. The service staff saw him stop and concentrate, and carefully asked him what color tie he wanted.

Directly opposite him was a wall with various ties on display, but Song Mi saw the pink one at a glance—it was almost the same color as the badge lanyard gifted by Yan Qinghe.

"This one, please wrap it up for me." He swiped his card without hesitation, buying such an expensive tie for the first time.

Song Mi put the tie and badge together, and carefully hid them in the trunk of the car before going to the appointed restaurant. When he was still at the door, he saw Qin Yu was already sitting there waiting.

Qin Yu likes Japanese food, and doesn't like private rooms. He enjoys the atmosphere like an izakaya.He was wearing a white sleeveless vest with a soft texture, and looked up at the menu with his snow-white and slender arms, and many people around him looked at him openly and secretly.

He ordered a few dishes, turned around and saw Song Mi standing at the door, so he showed a bright smile: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, sit down quickly."

"Have you ordered?" Song Mi unbuttoned her suit and put her coat aside.

"It's all your favorite food." He smiled, and pushed a bowl of brown sugar ice powder from other stores from a plate, "You must have driven here, so I didn't order sake."

According to the usual practice, Qin Yu will take a walk with Song Mi after dinner tonight, then go to a bar to drink, then go to a club to sit until midnight, and finally stay at Song Mi's house.

It was like this at every gathering in the past. Song Mi would work overtime in advance to finish the work in order to accompany him. Even as early as the beginning of the purchase of the small apartment, he had asked Qin Yu for his opinions on the style design and furniture selection of the side sleeper.

Song Mi's house will always leave a room for Qin Yu, but tonight he cannot let Qin Yu stay at home.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yu asked aloud.

Song Mi stirred the bowl with a spoon, and said after a while, "It's a bit hot, it's nothing."

Song Mi was not a talkative person, and she dared not speak too much with a bone in her throat. Fortunately, Qin Yu was talkative enough, and he only needed to follow along to keep the conversation going.

"Song Mi, you have something on your mind." Qin Yu stopped, pointing the thin tip of Japanese chopsticks at the soy sauce dish that was squeezed with too much wasabi, "You didn't eat wasabi before."

Song Mi put the sashimi in her hand into the plate and pursed her lips: "Eat now."

Qin Yu showed a clear expression, and jokingly said: "People who don't rely on medicine to get through the high fever period are really different."

Song Mi thought for two seconds: "It's just like that."

In fact, they are still the same.

Qin Yu took some time off to stare at Song Mi, showing a meaningful smile: "Let's talk."

Song Mi pondered for a while, and just started to answer, but was interrupted by the ringing of Qin Yu's cell phone.

Qin Yu's cell phone vibrated between the two people's tables, and the caller ID was "Doctor Xiao".

Song Mi frowned: "Are you sick?"

Qin Yu answered the phone: "My boyfriend is just a reserve."

He picked it up and said a few words casually before hanging up. Just as he was about to turn his head and continue to question Song Mi, the phone rang again.

"It's so annoying." Qin Yu rarely frowned, Song Mi glanced at it, and the caller ID changed to "Detective Song".

"Also a reserve?" Song Mi raised an eyebrow.

When Qin Yu used to study, he liked to note people according to their student number or professional title. People with no names but surnames in the address book were all possible dating partners.I didn't expect this habit to continue for so many years.

"No, this is simply staying overnight." Qin Yu got up and walked out of the store to answer the phone.

Song Mi breathed a sigh of relief, and felt sincere gratitude to Qin Yu's boyfriend who had never met in reserve and a simple sleepover.

After answering the phone and returning, Qin Yu frowned, and said to Song Mi a little apologetically, "I can't go to your place tonight."

He raised his mobile phone: "I'll go directly to his house after we finish drinking."

Song Mi filled his glass with sake: "It's okay, I'll wait for him to pick you up before leaving."

After Qin Yu finished drinking, he poured himself another glass, his face was flushed red, under the warm yellow light of the Japanese restaurant, his almond eyes were astonishingly bright, and he looked deeply at Song Mi for a while.

"By the way, do you still remember Yan Qinghe?" He mentioned it casually, and then he filled the glass, but he was not curious about Song Mi's answer to this question. After all these years, he is still so selfish that I marvel. "

The ironic smile on his face overlapped with the old one, and Song Mi's fingertips trembled slightly.