Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

"Ah." Song Mi uttered a syllable of unknown meaning briefly.

He stared at Qin Yu as he finished pouring the wine, and the last drop fell, sparkling and floating, just like the uneasiness and doubts in his heart at the moment, also spreading in an invisible corner.

Qin Yu took a sip, shook the wine glass in boredom, and slumped on the back of the chair: "There was an accident in his family, and the family did not die together. He was the only one who survived. It is not lucky or a bit tragic. And his information The prime level is directly from the S level—"

Qin Yu poured the rest of the wine on the ground, smiled slightly, with the coldness unique to spectators: "It's the end."

"The poor and lowly couples are sad, and the rich seem to be no different. The unmarried partner has broken off the engagement with him non-stop. But this person may not have everything to the end. God closed the door for him, but he also opened a window—— There is an unlucky guy who took over."

The unlucky guy who received the plate sat aside and pursed his lips, a gloomy hope rose in his heart - if it was just like this, it would be nothing.

Qin Yu greeted the boss for another pot of sake, filled the wine glass again, and continued, "Also, that unlucky bastard has a high level of pheromone, which is probably about the same level as yours. Originally, Yan Qinghe didn't plan to talk to him, but this A person's pheromones can help him recover his body?"

"...Recover your body?" Song Mi repeated in a daze.

"What kind of therapy is it—" Qin Yu thought for a while, but still couldn't remember the term, just opened the communication record and pointed to "Dr. Members were discussing the medical ethics of this practice, and he was very angry and frowning in a charming way, so I went to strike up a conversation."

"After getting acquainted with him later, I realized that the subject of their project was Yan Qinghe, and the Yan family fully sponsored their project, so I got closer to Dr. Xiao—to put it simply, this treatment is to let Mr. Lure the other party into heat, and use high-level pheromones to stimulate Yan Qinghe's pheromone system to repair itself. I heard that he even got married in a hurry for treatment, which is a bit immoral, after all, the one who was used as a treatment tool is full of love The one who chose to marry Yan Qinghe, who has become a waste, is completely ignorant of the 'treatment' related matters."

"...pheromone stimulation therapy, isn't it?" Song Mi recalled the morning when they went to get the certificate.At that time, he was standing outside the door and heard what Yan Qinghe and the doctor were talking about.

Song Mi's complexion turned pale bit by bit, her head drooped, her face was hidden in the shadows, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

Qin Yu didn't drink very well. He already had three empty bottles in front of him. His face was reddish, and he didn't notice Song Mi's expression. He was asking for the fourth one, but Song Mi didn't stop him.

"Ah...it seems to be this? It's a very technical term, maybe I misremembered it, but it's not important." Qin Yu rested his chin on one hand, leaned on Song Mi's body, and whispered into his ear, "I told you before that Yan Qinghe is very strange, isn't he?"

"He used to be very strange in school. His eyes were black and dark, but he could smile casually. He was already very irritable in his heart, and he could say affirmative answers with ease. For someone who is meaningless, he is just used to acting like everyone likes, and it is clearly not from the heart."

"It's so disgusting." Qin Yu slowly leaned back on the bar, "If it wasn't for gossip, I wouldn't even want to mention this person, I'm afraid."

"...Ah." Something stuck in Song Mi's throat, and he breathed out a syllable briefly, but the rest of the voice was pulled back into his chest cavity by his sinking heart.

As if drowning, he felt himself sinking gradually, and Qin Yu's voice gradually began to blur.

Across the invisible water, the last trace of happiness in his chest was squeezed out like oxygen, turned into bubbles, floated up, and then shattered.

He tried his best to maintain his usual expression, and only heard Qin Yu's few words: "By the way, there is also a little detective, who is also very wonderful. I met him at a party, because the profession of private detective is really interesting, so I always We kept in touch, but unexpectedly met Yan Qinghe again."

"After so many years, he is still haunted like this. Their house was really just an accident, but he seemed to be suffering from persecution paranoia. He always felt that everything was planned by someone, and he spent a lot of money to listen to one... He expected report in."

"...Private... Detective?" Song Mi's throat was tight, and the voice that came out was broken.

"Ah, the little detective is very strict, don't say anything. But we... halfway there will always be calls coming in, and his job can't refuse any calls. It's really hard for me not to care."

"...That's it." Song Mi mechanically agreed.

"Every night at twelve o'clock." Qin Yu pulled his face down and paused every word, "Yes, every, one, day."

Song Mi remembered that when she dried her hair and walked back to the bedroom, Yan Qinghe had just taken the cell phone from her ear.

That's right.

"But I'm curious, who is as stupid as you and is willing to be with someone like Yan Qinghe." Qin Yu suddenly approached, and only Song Mi's image was left in his pupils that were too dark to let in the light, " Could it be... it's you?"

Qin Yu smiled lightly, and looked at Song Mi with unfathomable eyes, without any trace of drunkenness.

Song Mi's nails dug into her palms: "I'm going outside to smoke a cigarette."

"Speaking of which, how did you... fall in love with Yan Qinghe at that time?" Qin Yu's momentary clarity just now seemed to be an illusion, but now he looks like a drunk man, poking his sharp chin into the sake the mouth of the bottle.

"I can't remember." Song Mi spoke in a very soft voice, opened the curtain and walked out of the cramped Japanese grocery store.

It was already late, and the street lamps were turned on, and there were people frolicking in the past. Song Mi leaned on the lamp post to light a cigarette, breathed out a mouthful of white mist, and stepped on her own shadow under her feet.

He stared at the endlessly flowing road, his eyes were a little loose.

He remembered many things in college, he used to like Yan Qinghe very much.I noticed it when we met in the tutor's office, and there was no way to look away. Later, I always wanted to see each other again, and calculated to see each other again.

There is no contact information, because even if there is, I don't know what to say.

So he watched from a distance, thinking he could watch for a long time.

A black Audi was parked on the side of the road. The man flashed his double flashes and honked his horn.

Song Mi pinched her cigarette, walked back to the Japanese grocery store, and pushed Qin Yu's shoulder: "The doctor is here to pick you up."

Qin Yu reluctantly put down the wine bottle and said yes in a daze.

Song Mi went to pay the bill and came back, only to see Qin Yu looking at him with that kind of non-drunk eyes again, and asked, "Are you going home now?"

"Yeah." When Song Mi put away the wallet, she touched the marriage certificate in the inner pocket.

"Doctor Xiao wants to take me to drink." Qin Yu looked at him with a frown, and stretched the word "oh" a little aggrieved.

Song Mi felt guilty for her negligence: "Then I will take you home."

"No." Qin Yu refused decisively.

After a while, he turned his head, stared at Dr. Xiao's car through the gap in the door curtain, and asked, "Song Mi, go to the bar with me?"

In the past, when he went out with others, he never invited Song Mi.

Song Mi just lowered her head and said, "Okay."