Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

That night, Song Mi kept replaying Qin Yu's words in her mind.Although reluctant to admit it, it is indeed difficult to refute.

Yan Qinghe might think that he is a rather boring person.As long as Yan Qinghe smiled at Song Mi, Song Mi's answer would be only one word "yes".To Yan Qinghe, Song Mi is just one of thousands of flowers in the rose garden, the only difference is that Song Mi hooked the corner of his clothes with flower thorns the moment he walked by ——The only difference between Song Mi and others is that he has a formal marriage certificate.

Song Mi is lying.

He doesn't need a marriage partner.If you really need to get married to make the elderly feel at ease, Qin Yu is the most suitable choice - 16 years of friendship, love and marriage after a long time, there is nothing more logical.

"If you want, we can get the certificate at any time." This kind of promise was even first proposed by Qin Yu. After all, in Qin Yu's view, a marriage certificate cannot stipulate who he must fall in love with, it can only represent that he has legal regulations on whom Responsibilities and obligations, marriage and relationship have nothing to do, they can always be a good family.

In fact, Qin Yu's situation is not as optimistic as he appears.His parents passed away very early, and Qin Yu has been living with his relatives since he was seven years old.Song Mi didn't say anything when she found out about this, she just took Qin Yu home for dinner every three days, and Ms. Wei also raised Qin Yu as half of her son.

Qin Yu didn't say anything, just copied Song Mi's application form while filling out the application form.Both of them still lived in the dormitory in the first year of university, and moved out directly to share the rent in the second year.

When she was a freshman in college, Song Mi couldn't keep up with the entrance guard of the dormitory because she was running a project, and she couldn't remember to eat seriously, which made herself suffer from stomach problems.Qin Yu was worried about him, so she simply found a part-time job and asked him to share the rent with him. She even bought a small rice cooker to cook health porridge for him.

But Qin Yu is also very good at "playing". Almost all the friends around him know that when Qin Yu gets drunk, he just asks Song Mi to pick him up.Song Mi, a "good student" with almost no nightlife, went to all the bars, nightclubs and livehouses in C City during the four years of university because of Qin Yu.

The two are almost perfect life partners for each other. They adapt to each other's daily routine, considerate each other in housework, and have roughly the same eating habits.Song Mi didn't know how to cook, so Qin Yu contracted the kitchen at home. At the same time, Song Mi would go to the balcony to dry clothes.Song Mi likes quietness, so Qin Yu seldom brings his lover home. They lived together comfortably for three years, and then they separated because Qin Yu went abroad to study.

Although Qin Yu is only a Beta, he is always surrounded by a lot of Omega and Alpha—who would refuse someone who is beautiful and interesting?What's more, he is still bisexual, boys and girls are fine, but no one has a bad word about him.The two are inseparable but rarely have scandals. They both regard each other as family members.

Neither of them thought about getting married. They were both celibates, and they had agreed before: if they don’t have a partner, they will live together for the rest of their lives.

Song Mi stared straight at the ceiling of the office, thinking in her heart that marrying Yan Qinghe was indeed not a suitable choice.

He didn't know when he fell asleep. In a daze, Yan Qinghe's face appeared in front of his eyes. The man approached him with a cigarette in his mouth. With nimble fingers, he opened the buttons of his clothes one by one, and whispered his name .

"Song Mi."

"Song Mi..."

Just two simple words, every time he shouted, he was smiling, and the ending sound was very long, as if there was some kind of hint.

He felt hot in his body, but when he opened his eyes, he found that the sky had turned white. He woke up 10 minutes earlier than usual, and his body was sticky.

Had that dream again.

Ever since he came into contact with Yan Qinghe, he always had some inappropriate dreams at night. The face of the person in the dream was so clear that he couldn't look directly into the other person's eyes after waking up from the dream.

Song Mi wondered if he had made a mistake in his calculation of the high fever period, he shouldn't have been in such a situation recently. The frequency of Omega's high fever period directly reflects their fertility. The most fertile E-level Omega has a high-heat period once every half a month. As an S-level Omega, Song Mi's high-temperature period is about once every six months.

He should have his menstrual period in two months.But now that the situation has happened, Song Mi didn't want to offend Yan Qinghe because of her hormone problem, so she took two acute inhibitors from the drawer and took them.

The recommended dose of acute inhibitors is one tablet per day for adults, and the side effects are extremely severe, possibly causing severe gastrointestinal reactions.But Song Mi didn't care, he just wanted to achieve results faster.

After more than a month, Yan Qinghe's legs recovered well, but it was still some time before he threw away his wheelchair.Since last week, he has been going to rehab every other day.He never let Song Mi in.Song Mi was worried, so she had to stand at the door of the training room and wait.

The small window of the milky white door was tightly covered by a cloth curtain.It was pulled by Yan Qinghe himself.The soundproofing of the rehabilitation room was very good, Song Mi couldn't hear the slightest sound, as if someone had been locked in a black box, and the long wait made him even more anxious.

But for two hours, the one who suffered was Yan Qinghe, while Song Mi was still struggling while sitting outside.He wished he could help the other party share some pain.

"Squeak", the door opened.

Yan Qinghe was almost paralyzed on the wheelchair, he couldn't stop panting, his chest heaved violently, and his hair stuck to his face sticky.The nurse at the side was busy wiping him, but there was still a steady stream of cold sweat falling down.

"Let me do it." Song Mi stepped forward, took the towel from the nurse's hand, and unbuttoned Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe raised his hand to block it, and silently stopped Song Mi from undressing.

Song Mi froze in place, then bowed her head and apologized to Yan Qinghe in a muffled voice, abruptly withdrew her hand, and clenched into a fist where the other party could not see.

At this time, a wet hand held Song Mi's wrist, it was Yan Qinghe, and he pulled the corner of his mouth weakly at Song Mi: "I'm sorry, Song Mi...I'm in such a mess right now."

Looking at his pale lips, another kind of bitterness melted in Song Mi's chest.He bent down and looked at Yan Qinghe, and shook his head slightly: "It's okay, I'll wait for you."

Song Mi pushed the wheelchair and followed the nurse into the treatment room.Yan Qinghe's wound has scabbed over now, and he needs to change his medicine twice a week and undergo far-infrared physiotherapy.Today was the day to change dressings again, Song Mi stood aside and saw Yan Qinghe's ears and legs hidden in bandages on weekdays, they were so thin that they were almost deformed, the muscles had been completely lost, they were colorful and mottled.The intact skin is white, the area where the medicine was applied is yellowish brown, the scab of the wound is black, and there are several centipede-like stitches in between.

Yan Qinghe looked down at his legs with a strange expression.Rather than sadness, it was more of an almost sharp resentment.But at the moment when he raised his eyes, the gloom disappeared without a trace, making people think that the previous disobedience was just an illusion.When he noticed that Song Mi was watching, he suddenly raised his head, turned the direction of the wheelchair, and turned his back to Song Mi.

"Song Mi, don't look, okay?" His voice lost the smile before, without ups and downs, and it sounded like some kind of mechanically programmed program.

Song Mi turned and went out, and found the smoking room after walking a long distance. The moment he stood in, he immediately took a cigarette in his mouth, tried several times, and finally lit it.

Perhaps because of the side effects of the inhibitor, Song Mi ate very little at night. He almost maintained a fixed frequency of chewing and eating, and ate with Yan Qinghe in a normal state.

"What's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?" Yan Qinghe looked at him worriedly, with a hint of self-blame in his tone.

Because Yan Qinghe was taking medicine, their food tasted rather bland. There was not even salt in the vegetable soup, which tasted as bland as plain water, and some vegetables had almost no oil in them.Such tasteless dishes cannot be called food at all, and it seems more appropriate to call them nutritionally balanced human feed.

Yan Qinghe had never asked for food, and he had to follow the doctor's orders while he was still recuperating, but Song Mi actually ate such food with him for a month.

"Not too hungry." Song Mi shook her head, and took a mouthful of rice without changing her expression.

In fact, it's not a matter of taste, Song Mi vaguely felt her stomach twitching, as if someone took a rolling pin and stirred it inside her internal organs, colic.There was some cold sweat on his forehead, but he didn't say anything and even sat with Yan Qinghe until eight o'clock before leaving.

The moment he walked out of the villa, Song Mi couldn't help but bend down. After sitting in Yan Qinghe's garage for half an hour, he finally recovered, and drove to the hospital for emergency treatment.It was said to be an emergency department, but the waiting process felt very long. He waited until the doctor asked him to go for an examination. He had already suffered from pain and lay powerlessly on the examination table. superior.

"It should be acute intestinal spasms. Pay attention to your diet and be lighter." The doctor looked at his checklist and found no abnormalities in the gastrointestinal tract, so he had to prescribe some soothing medicine.

For the first time, Song Mi left work before 24:[-] due to her own reasons, and went home with medicine and checklist, intending to have a good sleep.

In the dream it was Yan Qinghe again, the man slowly took his fingers in his mouth, and asked him softly if it was not to his liking.

It's all about what.

The sheets were in a mess, two pillows were thrown up and down by him, one fell under the bed, the other stood up directly against the headboard, crookedly, half pressed the caps of several mineral water bottles, and Marriage certificate wrapped in plastic sheeting.Song Mi is used to putting the things she cares about under the pillow, otherwise she won't be able to fall asleep.Qin Yu once laughed at him and was not afraid of panic, Song Mi rarely paid attention to him, but insisted on buying a thick pillow.

He deftly removed the sheets and stuffed them into the washing machine.It was only when he was shaving that he realized that his eyes had a light blue-black color, probably because he hadn't slept well for more than a month.After splashing cold water on his face, Song Mi cheered up again, after all, today is the day for Yan Qinghe to recover.

Taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor last night on an empty stomach, Song Mi casually ate two slices of toast for breakfast.He took two inhibitors as usual when he went out.

It was still [-]:[-], and Yan Qinghe arrived downstairs at his company on time.Song Mi didn't have any free time until lunch, Yan Qinghe had already gotten used to his high-intensity work, and sat alone quietly reading a book.When it was [-]:[-], Song Mi planned to follow the doctor's orders as usual and take Yan Qinghe to the cafeteria to eat special "human feed".He walked to the door of the office, but saw that Yan Qinghe didn't follow.

"I won't eat that today," Yan Qinghe took out two very delicate black lunch boxes, "It's okay once in a while, I made bento at home."

There are two meats and one vegetable neatly placed in the bento, which looks delicious, and there is even a small cup of fish soup to warm the stomach.

"All of this...you did it?" Song Mi was stunned.Yan Qinghe didn't seem to touch Yangchun water with his ten fingers, almost out of touch with the kitchen at all.

"Try it," Yan Qinghe smiled lightly, "You have to have some confidence in me, no matter how bad this dish is, it can't be as bad as my special 'sick rice'."

"No." Song Mi hurriedly said, "I'm just a little surprised."

Yan Qinghe picked up a piece of fish-flavored eggplant for him, and said calmly: "My mother likes to cook, and sometimes she asks me to help, so I learned a little bit over time."

The taste of eggplant is sweet and sour, very delicious.Song Mi lowered her head and fiddled with the rice grains, not knowing how to answer the conversation, after all Yan Qinghe's mother was gone.

"Don't just eat." Yan Qinghe was a little helpless, and gave him a piece of garlic pork ribs, "Song Mi, what do you like to eat? I will make it for you tomorrow."

"Boiled fish and twice-cooked pork." Song Mi buried her head in the rice, savoring the word "tomorrow" in her heart, and before she knew it, there was no food or rice left in the bento box.

"The boiled fish is too spicy, it's not good for the stomach, can I replace it with stewed chicken with mushrooms?"

Song Mi was stunned, and even forgot for a moment the tissue handed over by the other party.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing," Song Mi couldn't help laughing, "You and my mother speak in exactly the same tone, and stewed chicken with mushrooms is her specialty."

Yan Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then quickly looked at him with a smile: "If you have a chance, you must try it."

"You can do it whenever you are free." Song Mi replied casually.

"Then, can we do it tomorrow?" Yan Qinghe's light words were like a thunderbolt, blowing up Song Mi's sanity, and the perpetrator sighed guiltily, "I'm ashamed to say that before I got the certificate with you, I You should go visit your aunt first."

"It's okay, we need to act urgently." Song Mi said with difficulty, "Then...tomorrow."