Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

[To make you hear me, my words are sometimes as thin as the tracks of sand gulls on the beach. 』

——Neruda? "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair"

Yan Qinghe waited until three o'clock in the morning, and No.20 called Song Mi seven times. Without exception, they all got the response of "no answer".

On the social software, and in the dialog box with Song Mi, there are still a series of unanswered messages.

He stared at the location of the club, finally he could no longer deceive himself.

Getting up and putting on his clothes, he dialed Song Mi's number for the last time before going out, and the moment he opened the door, he heard Song Mi's cell phone ringing.

He looked up suddenly, only to see an Omega leaning against the porch, sitting down as if scattered.There was still a distance of four or five meters between them, but he keenly smelled the alcohol on Omega's body, mixed with the pheromone of the unfamiliar Alpha, and the strong hints in it almost scratched his nasal cavity.

"What's wrong with you?" He paused, trying to keep calm but collapsed when he saw Song Mi's expression.

Song Mi raised his head when he heard the words, his weak neck was tilted, like a doll whose control wire was torn off.The side of his face was blurred by the white moonlight, and there were dark red scratches on his face. His empty eyes, which were no different from dolls, were facing the direction of Yan Qinghe. His eyes were out of focus, and they were distracted for a long time.

"Song Mi, what's wrong with you?" He walked quickly and raised his hand to touch Song Mi's side face, but Song Mi kept silent and avoided his hand.

The anger in Yan Qinghe's eyes almost shot out, his hand that was hanging in the air and could not touch Song Mi clenched into a fist, trembling slightly, looking into Song Mi's out-of-focus eyes, he took a deep breath , reluctantly pulled out a smile, avoided the question just now, and just asked softly: "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Song Mi turned her head, buried her face in her knees, and shrank herself together. After a long time, she squeezed out a word from the back of her throat that made his heart stop beating: "...pain."

Yan Qinghe's fist clenched and loosened, and finally lost strength. He couldn't imagine what happened to Song Mi during these few hours.He tentatively touched Song Mi's shoulder lightly with his hand, and after confirming that the other party did not resist, he gently hugged him, restrained his lips against his sweaty forehead, and said softly, "Let's go home, shall we? "

Song Mi nodded invisibly, and flinched in his arms, he just saw clearly what Song Mi seemed to be holding.

Opening the door, he placed Song Mi on the soft sofa.After turning on the light, it was discovered that Song Mi's face was not a scar, but a trace of lipstick that looked like a scar. The lipstick was mottled and fell off with a towel, like a coagulated blood scab.

Yan Qinghe carefully inspected Song Mi's body, and found no special scars. The unpleasant smell of pheromone came from that strange coat. A bouquet of unrotten flowers was also poured in, and the scattered petals covered all the traces of the coat.

After finishing all this, Yan Qinghe turned around and went to the sink, carefully squeezed the hand sanitizer, and washed the smell off his fingers.Then he changed the hot water again, wet the towel, and wiped Song Mi's body carefully again. When he touched his wrist, he stopped, because Song Mi's hand had been tightly clenched into a fist, imitating Song Mi's body. A crumpled paper bag was clutched in his heart.

He tried to get Song Mi to let go, but Song Mi avoided it, only holding the bag tighter.

Yan Qinghe didn't push anymore, just lowered his eyes, unbuttoned Song Mi's clothes, and wiped his sweaty back.He put his palms completely on Song Mi's shoulder blades, and moved them inch by inch, like the joy of being alive after a catastrophe, but also like the lingering anxiety in his heart.

He sighed softly, not daring to recall the look in Song Mi's eyes just now——

The look in his eyes seemed to helplessly watch him being thrown to the ground, and the fragments were scattered and it was difficult to put them together again.

Every piece is pierced on the tip of his heart.

"Where does it hurt?" He squatted in front of Song Mi, and with nimble fingers, he unfastened the tightly buckled belt.

Song Mi didn't answer, just looked down at him from above, and said abruptly: "You didn't have to promise me."

Yan Qinghe paused with his fingers, unbuttoned the suit pants, and pulled down the zipper of the pants: "What?"

Song Mi closed his eyes and lost the strength to stand upright. He fell weakly on the sofa, stared at the ceiling, and covered his eyes with his forearm: "I should feel happy because I can help you... ""

"...But I'm so sad, Yan Qinghe."

Yan Qinghe's butterfly-like eyelashes trembled uneasily: "...Sorry, I didn't expect you to like me so much."

He leaned on Song Mi's lap docilely, like a cat, and said in a soft voice like fluff: "Song Mi, don't leave me, okay?"

Song Mi's eyes were covered by broken hair, and he couldn't see his expression. After a while, he lowered his head silently and pinched Yan Qinghe's chin: "Do you want to do it?"

After speaking, without waiting for Yan Qinghe's reply, he kissed him decisively.He kissed very haphazardly, his mouth was warm and smelled of alcohol, Yan Qinghe hesitated for a moment, then gently pushed him away: "You should rest first tonight...""

Song Mi didn't speak, she let go of her strength, and fell powerlessly on Yan Qinghe's body.

After a while, Song Mi finally calmed down, lying on Yan Qinghe's body, not moving.Yan Qinghe tentatively called his name, but found that he was motionless, it seemed that he was asleep.

But those legs were still tightly wrapped around him.

Yan Qinghe gathered up the pajamas that had been ruined so badly, ignoring the wet feeling on his collarbone, slowly hugged Song Mi in his arms, and kissed the top of his head.

Song Mi fell asleep very peacefully, but the tails of her eyes were slightly red.

Yan Qinghe recalled that his collarbone was warmed by some kind of warm liquid just now, just a little bit, but he felt a strange burning.It fell quickly and then evaporated, so fast that Yan Qinghe almost thought it was an illusion.

Song Mi in her arms was already sound asleep, her hands loosened, and the poor paper bag finally fell to the ground.

Yan Qinghe ignored his body's reaction, carried him back to bed and settled him down, went into the bathroom and took a shower.After he took a shower and wiped his hair, he walked back to the living room and lit a cigarette.He took a puff and waited for the smoke to burn out before bending down to pick up the paper bag.

He opened the paper bag, but he was stunned.

There is a beautiful gift box in the bag.Opening the gift box, a pink tie lay inside.Yan Qinghe recognized this brand, and the price of this tie should be more expensive than Song Mi's entire suit.

He slowly tightened his grip on the tie, loosened it after a while, put it away properly, and put it in his closet.

The next day Song Mi woke up, opened her eyes, and the sleeping face of Yan Qinghe was close at hand.

The pain and dizziness of the hangover, wrapped in the memories of last night, rushed towards him overwhelmingly. He stared for a long time at the side face of the person beside him covered with a golden rim by the sun, stretched out his hand, paused in the air for a long while, but finally did not touch it. go up.

"Why don't you touch it?" Yan Qinghe opened his eyes, held his hand and pressed it to his face, his voice was hoarse from the morning, "Good morning, Song Mi."

Song Mi stared at him, felt the touch of the palm, hid the other hand behind her back, and tightened the bed sheet: "I thought it was over."

As he spoke, he tried to withdraw his hand, but failed - Yan Qinghe held it tighter than he imagined.

Yan Qinghe was still lying down, holding Song Mi's hand with both hands, crossed fingers with him, and kissed him on the lips. After a while, he kissed again: "It's not over, okay?"

Song Mi couldn't take her hand out, but let him hold it, looked sideways out of the window, and whispered: "If my pheromone can help you, then... I will cooperate, You don't need to marry me."

Yan Qinghe smiled, without letting go of his hand, he took out a small square box from under the pillow with his other hand.There was a flash of surprise in Song Mi's eyes, but he smiled into Song Mi's eyes: "Why? You are only allowed to hide things under the pillow?"

Song Mi turned her head quickly when she heard the words, and stopped looking at him, but even the roots of her ears began to turn red: "No."

"Well, no." Yan Qinghe accepted it as soon as he saw it, and didn't tease him too much on this point, but just opened the box awkwardly with one hand.

Song Mi felt something cold across his fingertips, and Yan Qinghe pushed it to the root of the finger. His heart beat faster, and he turned his head to stare at his index finger, only to find that it was a ring.

To be precise, it should be a pair of rings, the pair he lost the invoice, and another one on top of it.

Yan Qinghe put another pair of rings in the box in front of Song Mi, and after a moment of silence, he said: "The ring is not lost, I took your certificate to get it, and bought another pair, they look like A pair of rings, it's amazing, isn't it?"

"Song Mi, we are together, okay?"

Song Mi was silent.The scene in front of him overlapped with the scene where he panicked and begged Yan Qinghe to sign the agreement, but the roles of the two sides were reversed.

Yan Qinghe frowned slightly, threw the ring box away, and touched Song Mi's face with the other hand, with a trace of panic: "Song Mi, do you...do you still want me? Don't leave me ,OK?"

Song Mi didn't answer.

Yan Qinghe's face turned pale, his words pleaded, and he stared at him sadly: "Before you fall in love with someone else, stay with me for now, okay?"

"If you change your mind..." He didn't walk up, as if some kind of sharp weapon was mixed in the words, and the moment he poured out, he would scratch his vocal cords. After a long pause, he continued, "You can leave..."

His hand touched the corner of Song Mi's eyes, but he felt a burst of warm moisture.

"Except for you, I have never fallen in love with anyone else." Song Mi said, raising her head slowly.

So they quickly embraced and kissed each other, Yan Qinghe licked the water from the corners of Song Mi's eyes bit by bit.

Song Mi was clasped in his arms, panting weakly on his shoulder, her eyes lost focus.

Yan Qinghe held him in his arms, rubbed him slowly, and kissed the back of Song Mi's neck lightly, with a thoughtful smile on his lips.

Attempt to write:

Thank you—readers and friends who have been willing to wait for me, thank you Shiduoluosi and Ajingluosi for their help and company, if there is no glass heart for them, I would have abandoned the pit and ran away (no)

I really wanted to give up, but I still persisted. I am really grateful to everyone, so I started planning the next book with unprecedented seriousness, hoping to successfully sign the contract and then update it steadily.By the way, the copywriting of the new text is abusive, but after reading the outline, my friend felt that it was in the healing department, and said it still had a familiar taste.

If everyone thinks you like it, welcome to bookmark it. If it doesn’t suit your appetite, it doesn’t matter. I wish the next book you read will be even better!

Weibo is @单书试做的西门, welcome to come and play with me =3=Suddenly many people came again, quietly asking where you all came from

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