Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

The hot and humid air in the shower room mixed with the smell of bath liquid and incense, creating a comfortable and warm atmosphere, enveloping the two of them in it.Song Mi pursed her lips, her movements were a little stiff, and she wiped Yan Qinghe's body meticulously with a movement almost like painting a wall.

After wringing out the towel, he slowly descended along Yan Qinghe's bony spine, stopped at the edge of his underwear, raised his hand again, and repeated the previous action from the other side.

The person taking a bath was Yan Qinghe, but Song Mi looked wet all over.Yan Qinghe loves to be clean, and after what happened just now, he must take a bath, but the bathroom has not been cleaned for two days, Song Mi had no choice but to bite the bullet and say that he would wash first, and cleaned the bathroom once he went in.

He didn't even have time to blow his hair, and the wet ends of his hair hung quietly by the side of his face.A drop of water dripped from the tip of his hair, along Yan Qinghe's back, all the way down his back.

Yan Qinghe moved: "It's so cold."

Song Mi was flustered, and directly wiped off the drop of water with her fingertips. When her fingers touched Yan Qinghe's pale skin, she was terribly stiff: "Sorry."

Yan Qinghe chuckled: "Why do you apologize? I caused you trouble."

Song Mi just shook her head and said in a low voice, "No trouble."

Without the armor of a suit, Song Mi in a white T-shirt and shorts looked ten years younger, no different from a college student on campus.When Yan Qinghe smiled, Song Mi's ears, neck, and knees all turned red, and finally she looked a little omega.

"Song Mi." Yan Qinghe suddenly called his name, the towel in Song Mi's hand almost fell to the ground, Yan Qinghe continued to ask, "Why did you come to see me all of a sudden?"

The relationship between the two of them is indeed not close enough to require Song Mi to visit the hospital.

Song Mi washed the towel again and wiped his arm: "I heard you were in a car accident."

"Although it's a surprise." Yan Qinghe replied, "But I'm really happy to see you."

Song Mi didn't speak, just knelt down and wiped his calf.He raised his face, only to realize that the distance between the two seemed awkward.Yan Qinghe sat on the stool wearing only his underwear, while he squatted between Yan Qinghe's legs and buried his face.Song Mi paused for a moment, then moved back a little bluntly, her face turned pink by the steam.

Yan Qinghe approached him, suddenly lowered his head and asked, "Do you know why the previous one wanted to divorce me?"

With a careless smile on his face, Song Mi looked into his eyes, which were deep and dark without a trace of light.

"The doctor told him 'Mr. Yan's fertility has been irreversibly affected', so the scene you saw happened." He spoke in a very soft voice.

Song Mi didn't know what to say, he felt that Yan Qinghe needed someone to comfort him at the moment, but the other party exuded an aura of repulsion.He thought for a while, and then said: "The doctor just said that he has been affected. As long as he can cooperate with the treatment in the future, the possibility of recovery is very high." Besides, Song Mi firmly believes that Yan Qinghe can live a happy life no matter whether he is fertile or not. good.Song Mi is willing to accompany him, although he doesn't know whether Yan Qinghe needs his company or not.After finishing speaking, he felt embarrassed again, twisted the towel and put it in Yan Qinghe's hand, and quickly walked out of the bathroom: "You wipe it yourself, and call me after you change your clothes."

Through the frosted glass door, one can vaguely see the back of Song Mi standing outside.He stood up straight, as if he was giving an important speech, rather than waiting for someone to take a shower.Yan Qinghe stared at the blurry figure for a moment, with no expression on his face.

"Song Mi?" Yan Qinghe called out, then smiled self-deprecatingly.

His voice was close to a whisper, he couldn't hear it clearly, and naturally he didn't expect to get an answer, but a voice came from across the door: "I'm here."

Song Mi was concerned about his health and sent him home early.When driving into the villa area, Yan Qinghe signaled him to stop, pressed the car window and called the security personnel to register Song Mi's license plate.

Yan Qinghe was poking something on the phone: "Next time you can come in directly."

Song Mi glanced at it, and Yan Qinghe checked "partner" in the column of "personnel relationship".

At the end of spring and early summer, even in the evening, there is still plenty of light. The Dutch chrysanthemums and margaritas in the porch garden are in full bloom. Yan Qinghe opened the door, but the huge house was pitch black, and no one was there.

Yan Qinghe didn't care, pushed the wheelchair and went in, turned around and said goodbye to him: "Thank you for taking me home, see you tomorrow."

Only Yan Qinghe survived the car accident, and his parents are no longer there.Thinking of this, Song Mi suddenly couldn't say goodbye.

Yan Qinghe saw him standing motionless, turned the wheelchair and came out again: "Is it cold?"

The evening wind was already chilling, and his coat was covered by Yan Qinghe and he forgot it on the sofa in the office.Song Mi was only wearing a T-shirt, but she still shook her head: "No, it's not cold."

Yan Qinghe didn't believe it all, so he went in and took a linen windbreaker: "Don't catch a cold."

The light green sandalwood fragrance lingers on the clothes, which is the smell of Yan Qinghe's pheromone.Song Mi didn't say anything, and obediently put on his coat. He dressed it seriously, and even fastened the buttons of the windbreaker meticulously.

"It's not like that."

Yan Qinghe stretched out his fingers, and unhurriedly opened the buttons. The temperature of his fingertips was transmitted through the thin fabric. The body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people, but it made Song Mi feel burning.The seemingly invisible contact caused Song Mi to tremble slightly, and the slight itchiness spread like ripples.Song Mi's cheeks turned pink again, but fortunately the sky was getting darker, so it was not very obvious.Wearing Alpha's clothes, Song Mi's figure was revealed. The sleeves of the coat covered half of his palms, making him look like a high school student wearing a boyfriend's coat.Yan Qinghe carefully rolled up his cuffs, but saw a red mark on Song Mi's right wrist.

Song Mi hid for a while, but Yan Qinghe didn't let him go, he pulled his wrist and rubbed the mark carefully: "How did you get here?"

He had no choice but to answer honestly: "It's burnt."

Seeing that Yan Qinghe seemed to be interested, he went on to say: "When I was young, I liked to eat cold shrimp, and my mother-in-law cooked rice milk beside me. I was a little greedy, but I accidentally knocked over the pot."

Yan Qinghe frowned: "Is there any other injury? Does it hurt?"

Song Mi shook her head: "It didn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore."

There was a smile in Yan Qinghe's eyes, as if he couldn't think of the situation where the other party was looking around in the kitchen on tiptoe: "Do you still like to eat? Cold shrimp?"

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"I'll do it for you next time, okay?"

Song Mi knew he was talking about cold shrimp.Song Mi's liking is very long-lasting, she liked it before, and she still likes it now.At this time, Yan Qinghe was smiling slightly and the elongated ending sounded a different kind of gentleness. Maybe he just said it casually. Song Mi didn't really believe in the other party's promise, but the sweetness of brown sugar bloomed on the tip of Song Mi's tongue. up.

After a long while, he nodded indistinctly: "See you tomorrow?"

"Can I see you at your company tomorrow?" Yan Qinghe waved to him, as if he suddenly remembered something, "Mr. Song has to work hard to go downstairs."

The automatic door downstairs in the company has to sense the badge to enter. Song Mi subconsciously reached into her pocket, but remembered that it was not her clothes: "Call me when you arrive, and I will pick you up."

"Then, see you downstairs?"

"See you downstairs."

Yan Qinghe smiled and said goodbye again, and slowly closed the door.

Song Mi didn't leave immediately, he walked around Yan Qinghe's villa, but the lights in the room were not turned on for a long time.He was a little worried. He took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call, but suddenly saw an orange dot lit up in front of the French windows on the first floor.

He wrapped the windbreaker around his body and tightened it tightly, got in the car and left, heading to another hospital.