Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

That afternoon Song Mi skipped work for the first time, and by the time he left, 57 missed calls had already accumulated on his phone.

He took away the crooked bag of apples and the deformed mineral water bottle.The apple was neatly thrown into the trash basket, and the moment Song Mi was about to put the water bottle in, Song Mi hesitated.

This is the water bottle that Yan Qinghe drank, and such a thought flashed through his mind.In the end, he only gently threw away the crumpled body of the bottle, and put the dark blue bottle cap into the pocket of his coat.

Once he left Yan Qinghe, all his embarrassment disappeared, and he answered those missed calls while driving. This series of processes was calm and free, and he seemed to have become the omnipotent President Song of the company again.

The flow of time suddenly became very slow. On this night without Yan Qinghe, Song Mi had enough energy to deal with the work piled up with the missed calls.

The company has just started, and overtime work has long been commonplace.After reviewing the last budget report, it was already two o'clock in the morning. Song Mi closed the folder and threw it on the table. She originally planned to go to the lounge next to her for the night, but suddenly remembered that she had an appointment with Yan Qinghe to get married tomorrow, so she finally decided go home.

Before going home, he sent a text message to his assistant: "Tomorrow I will get married, and I will arrive at the company at about ten o'clock, and the morning one will be delayed by an hour."

The main road from the company to home is one of the famous scenic spots in City C, with a total length of 1.3 kilometers. There are 754 street lights on both sides of the section from Song Mi’s company to the way home.These street lights come on on time at six thirty every day.Looking down from the night sky of the city, it looks like a river of orange light gradually flowing out, slowly unfolding the picture of the bustling and bustling night of C City.

Song Mi likes numbers.Numbers gave him a sense of certainty and reassurance that nothing else could.

He has been driving on this road for five years, and has seen all kinds of appearances on this road from waking up in the middle of the night to sleeping peacefully in the early morning.But he didn't care about such a scene, he was just bored, counting one side in the morning, counting the other side in the evening, and checking again the next day, and then counted the number of street lights and the lighting time, just like a primary school student counting houses The number of steps at the entrance is the same.

The night was getting dark, and the tourists had almost dispersed. There were occasional vehicles speeding past on the road in twos and threes, and there was only a deserted light on the empty roadside.

When she got home, Song Mi glanced at her watch habitually, and it was 7 minutes faster than usual.

Ms. Wei sent several messages to ask how the blind date was going. Seeing that he didn't reply for a long time, she seemed to have guessed the result. She didn't say much, but told Song Mi to pay attention to rest and remember to eat on time.

The mother was worried that he would die alone, and that her concern would hurt her son's self-esteem, so she had no choice but to avoid talking about his singleness.And her discreet love, once detected, would be all the more sad.

Song Mi looked at the phone quietly until the screen went black, then he unlocked his fingerprint again, replied to Ms. Wei's messages one by one, and finally said good night.

The lights were not turned on in the room, and Song Mi sat for a while maintaining her typing position.The room was very quiet, and the sound of the neighbor's air conditioner running could be vaguely heard. Song Mi suddenly realized that he was getting married tomorrow, with Yan Qinghe.

One year from today, he no longer has to have such guilt and regret.

Thinking of Yan Qinghe, Song Mi suddenly felt uncomfortable.Restlessly, he closed his eyes and counted the number of passing cars outside the window with his ears.In the past, yesterday to be precise, the white noise of the wheels rolling over the asphalt would always make him fall asleep quickly, but tonight, for the first time, it failed.

What lingers in my mind is the touch of Yan Qinghe's lips.

The softness and coldness made him inexplicably hot, as if something was boiling deep in his body, and the scalding temperature almost overflowed from every pore.He didn't sleep very well.When I woke up, I found that a certain place was more energetic than before, and the pajamas were already wet with sweat. Song Mi looked at her body for a while, then turned her face away uncomfortably, and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt. , Recalling the report that I read last night in my mind.After 5 minutes, he got up and took a shower.

The sky has not yet fully lit up, the phone is vibrating tirelessly on the pillow, and the screen shows today's to-do agenda——

Alarm: 6:00 Reminder: Marriage

Looking at these few lines of words, Song Mi thought for a moment, turned off the alarm, and did not tick the to-do box.

After all, I haven't got the certificate in my hand yet.

Song Mi looked critically at the agenda, and felt that this statement was not accurate, so she revised the content of the reminder——

Alarm: 6:00 Reminder: Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with Yan Qinghe to get a marriage certificate

Pausing his fingers for a while, he put brackets at the end of the reminder, entered the words "contract marriage, for a period of one year", and deleted them all after a while.I don't think it needs to be so detailed.

He put on a well-ironed three-piece suit, drove the car that was temporarily sent for washing yesterday afternoon, and went out 25 minutes earlier than usual.

The inpatient department was still sleepy in the early morning, Song Mi stood quietly outside the door of the ward, and inside the room stood a man in a white coat, talking to Yan Qinghe about something.He could only vaguely hear words like "pheromone" and "Omega", as if he was discussing a treatment plan.Song Mi felt that it was impolite to eavesdrop, and when the doctor left with the medical records, he raised his hand again and knocked on the half-hidden door.

Yan Qinghe didn't seem to expect Song Mi to arrive so early, and asked in surprise, "When did you come?"

His voice sounded better than yesterday, Song Mi thought, and replied concisely: "I just arrived, I just went to the corridor to answer the phone."

He put down the lunch box, and the aroma of the food filled the whole room in an instant. Through the dense steam, Yan Qinghe's outline was rarely tainted with the smell of human fireworks, showing a soothing posture, and a few traces of surprise flashed on his face , and finally there was a faint smile.

Song Mi explained in a low voice: "I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought some."

Hearing this, Yan Qinghe paused for a second when he picked up the chopsticks.

"Did you bring it specially for me?"

Seeing Song Mi nodded, Yan Qinghe smiled again: "Thank you."

Yan Qinghe casually asked Song Mi if he had had breakfast, and Song Mi thought for a while before truthfully saying no.He felt that if he sat by and watched Yan Qinghe eat, it might bother him.

"Then let's eat something together."

After Song Mi picked up a piece of siu mai with the chopsticks, Yan Qinghe started to do it.He looked like he had some interest, and although he ate very little, he tried almost everything.

Song Mi ate very slowly. He carefully observed Yan Qinghe's eating movements, trying to judge Yan Qinghe's preferences by the frequency of serving dishes.He came in a hurry, and only bought one portion of each food, worrying that he would eat Yan Qinghe's favorite food by accident.

When Yan Qinghe was almost done eating, Song Mi took a sip of the porridge he had barely touched, but before he could swallow that sip, he heard Yan Qinghe say: "Song Mi, I want to drink porridge."

The only porridge was in Song Mi's hand, and he had already taken a sip.Song Mi's movements stopped immediately, he wiped his mouth with a tissue, and stood up as if nothing had happened: "I'll go downstairs and buy another copy for you."

However, Yan Qinghe pulled his sleeve, and rubbed his knuckles against his wrist, "Don't you still have it in your hand?"

Song Mi had no choice but to give up the little porridge left, and watched the other party's lips touch the rim of the bowl he drank before. The image of last night's dream flashed untimely in his mind, and suddenly felt a little hot in the ward, and even his face All with a hint of pink.

"Is it hot? Do you want to open the window?" Yan Qinghe put down the bowl and looked at him with great concern.

Song Mi tried her best to control her facial expression, nodded slightly, and turned to open the window as if fleeing.

"Do you treat everyone like this?" Yan Qinghe asked suddenly, his voice a little cold.

"Not exactly, it's only like this for my family." Song Mi didn't pay much attention.

For the sake of safety in the hospital ward, the window cannot be fully opened. Song Mi opened the window to the limit before turning around. At this time, Yan Qinghe had finished the bowl of porridge, and his expression looked very gentle: "Song Mi Mi, can you hug me out of bed?"

The watery eyes mixed with the fragrance of green sandalwood lingered closely over Song Mi, making him unable to move.

Song Mi recalled the charming dream last night, and she dared not look directly at the other party's pale lips, but turned her head to look at the window that was not fully opened, and said quietly, "Okay."

"Mr. Yan, based on your current situation, we recommend 'pheromone induction therapy'. According to the latest research results, Omega hormones can stimulate the secretion of Alpha hormones and increase their levels. You'd better hire a pheromone-inducing therapy." Gao's Omega participates in your treatment, borrows his pheromones, and induces your pheromone system to repair itself. This method has no side effects at all, and the only thing you need to do is to take the inducer regularly..."

"You mean, let me lure Omega into heat?"

"That's understandable."

"……okay, I get it."