Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

When Song Mi was waiting for Yan Qinghe downstairs, she realized that today was not only the second day of their wedding, but also Valentine's Day.He tried his best to get a bouquet of roses within 15 minutes.

Same as yesterday, Yan Qinghe sat quietly on the sofa reading a book when he entered the office.

He was wearing a dark blue solid shirt today, and he looked relaxed, just like when he was at home.The two buttons on the neckline were slightly undone, revealing a slender neck, which was even more dazzlingly white when leaning on the black leather sofa.What Yan Qinghe held in his hand was a very unpopular foreign language book. The hard cover had been turned out of wrinkles, and he should have read it many times.And Song Mi couldn't even understand the title of the book above.

Song Mi turned her head and looked at the roadside roses wrapped in inferior fluorescent paper in the corner of the sofa, she was really out of place.

Yan Qinghe should have received a lot of roses, Song Mi suddenly thought, every bunch is better than his.

Song Mi was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he was distracted again. Yan Qinghe was too close or too far away from him, which would easily distract him.He couldn't help but think of Yan Qinghe's smile when he took the flowers a few minutes ago, with a good self-cultivation, without being overly solemn, and without making people feel that his heart was being ignored, just like the electronic message he heard every time he dialed 10086 Like a female voice, always decent, gentle and amiable, even if she said "I'm sorry, please call later".

He retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes slowly, and carefully placed them on the document in his hand.

Yan Qinghe turned the pages of the book very quietly, as if he was afraid of disturbing his work, but Song Mi couldn't help being distracted, and half a day passed without even finishing a report with only a few pages.

The pointer made another big circle before he finally realized that he was lost.

Yan Qinghe's gesture of receiving flowers was impeccable, and he even smiled and said "I like it very much, thank you".A bouquet of roses really doesn't mean anything, the other party has tolerated his cliche and cheap romance, Song Mi feels that she should be secretly happy.But he still felt that his chest was stuffed with a ball of cotton that had absorbed water, making him feel stuffy and breathless.

He even began to regret why he bought that bouquet of flowers.

When I got off the car to send Yan Qinghe home at night, the bouquet of roses that no one cares about was left behind in the back seat without accident, and I don't know if the recipient did it on purpose or not.Song Mi only glanced at it lightly, but in the end she didn't remind anything and closed the car door silently.

Yan Qinghe was already able to handle the wheelchair freely, and Song Mi silently followed behind, always keeping a close distance.

The garden path at the gate is not long, and it ends soon.Song Mi stood outside the door, watching Yan Qinghe bid farewell to him calmly, then turned around and opened the door.

It's just that the expected sound of the door lock didn't come, Yan Qinghe suddenly turned his head.Facing his dazed look, the corners of his mouth raised imperceptibly——

"Song Mi, did I forget the flowers in your car?"

Song Mi felt that she was not helping, but seemed to be adding to the chaos.

At the beginning, it was okay to hold the flower tube to catch the water, but when it came time to unpack it, he couldn't hide his clumsiness at all. Yan Qinghe had deftly unpacked the third rose, and he was still struggling with the first one.Not to mention the broken flower stalk, I was almost scratched by the scissors.

"Don't move." Yan Qinghe sounded a little helpless, holding his two hands, just like an adult leading a child to write, and showing him how to remove these cumbersome packaging.

"First do this, and then..." The fragrance of roses and green sandalwood are intertwined, Yan Qinghe lowered his voice, his fingertips brushed the back of Song Mi's hands from time to time, and a subtle itchiness spread from the touch Song Mi trembled slightly, and then quickly spread to the whole body, and before he could recover, Yan Qinghe left again.

"Will it happen?" He sat back in his seat again, as if nothing had happened, and threw the wrapping paper into the trash can neatly.

Yan Qinghe was very focused when doing things, and his hands were flying nimbly, like a kingfisher flying through the forest.As if feeling his gaze, Yan Qinghe explained aloud: "My mother likes flower arranging very much. It has been deeply influenced by my ears and eyes, so I also know a little bit."

Song Mi's eyes moved from the slender fingers to the other's pale side face. After Yan Qinghe said this, he seemed to fall into memory, his voice became lower and lower, as if he was talking to himself: "...before, There is not a day without flowers in our family."

But soon he stopped again, did not reveal any emotions, just sat quietly and continued to trim the flower branches.

Song Mi didn't know what kind of flowers should be matched with which seasons, so he could only quietly accompany Yan Qinghe and fill all the bottles with him.

Before leaving, Song Mi hesitated for a while, but took out the pass that he had prepared for a long time, and asked him hesitantly, "Tomorrow, are you still coming?"

Yan Qinghe didn't expect that he would make a joke casually, but the other party would take it seriously.

"Can your company bring family members with you to work?" Yan Qinghe took the card that still had body temperature, and the identity category was marked as "family members".

"No." Song Mi replied sternly, "Except for the boss."

Yan Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and a warm smile appeared in his eyes.

Song Mi remembered everything she had promised Yan Qinghe.

When Yan Qinghe came to the office the next day, he used the desk specially bought for him by the other party, and a whole new set of bedding, even including an eye mask, which was still white.Song Mi ordered the flower delivery service, and every Wednesday, seasonal flowers will be delivered to Yan Qinghe's villa on time, and on that day, he can also have the opportunity to stay longer, sitting by the side and watching Yan Qinghe fill every vase with flowers .

When the two of them are alone, they don't talk much, but they don't look awkward, just like two old friends who have known each other for a long time, and they feel safe sitting next to each other.

But before leaving today, Yan Qinghe suddenly stopped him: "Stop looking at me downstairs."

Song Mi quickly became overwhelmed with embarrassment: "Sorry..."

"It's okay, I explained it to the security guard." Yan Qinghe's tone was the same as usual, and it was hard to see if he was really not angry.Song Mi has always been unable to figure out any of his thoughts, but she just vaguely felt that she seemed to have brought trouble to Yan Qinghe again.

"It's a bit late today, it's so dark, is it safe for you to drive back? Otherwise—" Yan Qinghe asked him, always showing his politeness as the owner of the house.

Song Mi felt even more guilty, feeling that she really couldn't cause any more troubles, and thinking about coming to Yan Qinghe, she was only being polite out of hospitality.He was silent for a few seconds, then took a deep breath, and quickly interrupted the other party: "I will pay attention."

Yan Qinghe soon showed the same smile as usual: "Then... goodbye, good night."

There were not many cars on the road, and the sparse lights were still able to illuminate. Song Mi finally arrived at the hospital in the early morning.The mother-in-law was already asleep, and in the dark corridor of the inpatient department, only the "Safety Passage" sign was shining faintly in green.

It was only when everything was silent that he clearly felt the frequency of his heartbeat, and the dense sound was almost noisy.