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Song Youfang was very dissatisfied that Assistant Chen did not complete the task satisfactorily. The specific manifestation was that his anxiety had increased, and it might also be that he knew that tomorrow was the day when Ting Yun would cleanse the marks.

The documents on the table were scattered under Song Youfang's gradually tightening palms, and the cap of the medicine bottle was not closed. From the corner of the eye, Assistant Chen saw that there were not many pills left inside. He sighed heavily in his heart, and once again He reminded Song Youfang, "Boss, do you need me to make an appointment with Dr. Wang for you?"

Everyone resists seeing a doctor, Song Youfang still retains the most stubborn nature of being a human being, and he is unwilling, especially a psychologist.

He was still dying, and he ignored Assistant Chen's words, "Push off the evening arrangement and send me back."

And... push off...

Assistant Chen felt that it was difficult for him to be a human being. If Mr. Song didn't ask him, he wouldn't rush to make a small report, but this didn't mean that the company didn't have other eyeliners. Song Youfang would blame him at that time. Wouldn't it be worth the loss for him? , isn't this forcing him to resign?

"Boss, tonight..." He was halfway through the sentence, Song Youfang looked up at him coldly, he swallowed the rest of the words, as long as he has money, he is not Ting Yun, and Song Youfang doesn't have any relationship , don't worry about anything.

Since Ting Yun left, the house has become extremely deserted. Before, my aunt would stay with Ting Yun for a while, and occasionally meet Song Youfang, but now she leaves at the right time. Song Youfang works overtime until late at night. Yes, there was no one to hold the door for him.

He stood on the first floor, with the cold light reflected on the floor tiles. After taking a deep breath, his nostrils were cold, and he could not smell a little bit of the scent left by the courtyard cloud. This kind of wet cold ignited the emptiness in his heart It's burning, it's a restlessness that can't be extinguished.

He looked at Ting Yun's favorite sofa to lie on, and couldn't help walking towards the sofa.

The surface of the leather is icy cold, and you can sink into it when you sit on it. Song Youfang closed his eyes, his mind was full of Ting Yun waiting for him.

Ting Yun curled up on the sofa with his computer in his arms. Whenever he heard the sound of the door opening, he would turn his head happily. When he saw that it was him, he immediately put down his work and rushed over.

Ting Yun's eye sockets are always steamed, and there is always questioning in his eyes, softly asking for his own opinion, expressing unspeakable desires carefully and shyly.

The fabric of the suit made an ambiguous rubbing sound, followed by the sound of the metal zipper. Song Youfang leaned on the armrest of the sofa, his throat was dry and astringent, and the tip of his tongue and lips became dry. He pursed his lips, and the sigh stuck in his throat Hey, he finally yelled out involuntarily, "Ting Yun..."

In the damp and cold air, the concentration of lavender increased. Song Youfang was distracted by looking at the things in his hands. His desire did not dissipate with the vent, it was an endless void, and it was hard to fill.

That night, Song Youfang had a dream all night. The person in the dream looked like Ting Yun, but he didn't look like Ting Yun. He clearly couldn't see the expression of this person, but he felt that this person couldn't laugh. The moment he woke up from the dream, The word mom blurted out.

Song Youfang sat up suddenly, and his mobile phone lay quietly on the bedside table. It was already twelve noon when his biological clock failed.

He grabbed his cell phone and dialed Assistant Chen's number involuntarily.

"Boss?" Assistant Chen's tone was slightly confused.

Song Youfang is not a person who is used to venting his anger on others, but at this moment, the unknown fire in his heart was rising, and he asked on the phone: "You don't have to go to work?"

Assistant Chen on the other end of the phone hesitated, "Boss, didn't you tell me about my other work, yesterday you said that you drove to the company by yourself this morning."

As soon as Assistant Chen reminded him, Song Youfang's anger was half stuck in his throat, as if there was such a thing.

Here, Assistant Chen saw that he was silent, so he could only take the initiative to find the steps for Song Youfang to get off, "I'll ask the driver to pick you up."

The boss was late, and no one deducted his salary, so he was just trying to vent his anger on himself.

"Forget it." Song Youfang paused, his mind was full of dreams, he hesitated before asking, "Yesterday you went to see Tingyun, how is he?"

Assistant Chen knew that Song Youfang didn't think of asking about Ting Yun's situation until he fell asleep, and it took him a whole night to hold back what was on his mind.

How is Ting Yun's situation? What should he say?Ting Yun hasn't had surgery yet, and compared to those omegas who have had surgery, his mental state is pretty good.

But everyone knows that after today, Ting Yun will be the same as seeing those omegas in the hospital.

Assistant Chen didn't tell Song Youfang about the experience of entering the hospital in detail, from cleaning the department to the inpatient floor, that kind of scene was something he couldn't accept as an alpha.

The omega inside has to be marked and cleaned for various reasons. The omega's slender body has become skinny. Most of the omega have no escorts. They are surrounded by loneliness, and there is only one expression on their faces, which is despair. , Under the sickness, you can't see the freshness that life should have.

When I was studying, in the physiology class arranged by the school, the textbooks repeated over and over again how fragile omega and glands are. The final mark of alpha should be based on responsibility and love. It seems that everyone understands such a simple truth, alpha It is almost swearing that I will be a responsible person, but when I am on the scene, I will realize that I have never felt the same.

Assistant Chen felt that no matter how he expressed himself, it was not an exaggeration, and he also felt that his words were poor, and his pale words were not enough to express what he saw.

He felt that he was no different from Song Youfang, no different from most alphas in this world, they didn't know enough about omega yet.

"Mr. Ting..." Therefore, Assistant Chen didn't know how to report to Song Youfang, so he could only answer irrelevant questions, "Do you need me to make an appointment for Dr. Wang?"

The phone suddenly fell silent, Song Youfang was seriously thinking about Assistant Chen's proposal, "Let's make an appointment."

The marking and cleaning operation went smoothly, as described by Ah Mu, under the effect of anesthesia, no pain was felt.

After getting off the operating table, Ting Yun's anesthesia has not yet passed completely. He can feel the sound of people walking beside the hospital bed, and he has no special feeling about the location of the operation.

As time passed, the effects of the anesthesia gradually wore off, and what woke Ting Yun up was the restlessness and boredom in his heart, as well as the tingling pain from the back of his neck like a needle prick.

He opened his eyes and looked at the snow-white ceiling. The smell of disinfectant in the ward seemed to have weakened, but he exerted a little force, and he could smell a bloody smell in his nostrils.

"Ting Yun...was awake." It was Dad who spoke. His eyes were red. Seeing that he woke up, he jumped forward, and then restrained himself from standing where he was. good."

Ting Yun opened his mouth, his mouth was dry and he wanted to drink water.

Dad explained softly: "You can't drink water yet."

After speaking, Dad wiped Ting Yun's lips with a cotton swab soaked in water.

The moisture on his lips made Ting Yun couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick it. His consciousness had just returned to his normal position, he could see his father's expression clearly, and he could also understand his father's expressions, but he hadn't expressed his wishes completely and clearly. .

"Before you were not allowed to accompany you. You were not allowed to accompany you on the first night of the operation. You are now in a separate ward. It will take two or three days before you can return to the previous ward." Dad felt sad when he said that, and tears followed up.

In this pheromone-dominated world, the rules are so cruel, some pains have to be fought by Omega alone, no one can help them share.

Ting Yun didn't realize that he was also crying. He raised his hand with difficulty and wiped away the tears on his father's face. His sense of touch was very dull now, and he didn't feel the wetness until the tears melted on his fingertips.

When the anesthetic completely dissipated, the first thing Ting Yun felt was the hollowness, the back of his neck was bandaged, he didn't dare to touch it lightly, that place seemed to be gouged out one by one following Song Youfang's mark.

This feeling of emptiness lingered in my heart until my father left and he was alone in the ward. Doctor Beta came to round up the ward, followed by the nurse who gave him the infusion, and no one else came.

As night fell, the needle on the back of Ting Yun's hand was also pulled out. Before leaving, the nurse said: "You will vomit and chill at night. Remember to ring the bell if you have any questions."

The hospital is located in a remote place, no high-rise buildings can be seen through the windows, only the dim sky, Ting Yun stared at the sky for a long time, remembering that when he first met Ah Mu, Ah Mu also looked at the sky outside like this.

After I also cleaned the mark and lay on this bed, I could realize what Ah Mu felt at that time, it was disappointment with Alpha, disappointment with myself.

The vomiting and chills mentioned by the nurse came very suddenly. Ting Yun was still distracted one second, and his throat twitched in the next second, acid water kept coming up, and his body twitched violently, pulling the wound on the back of his neck in pain, like A saw sawed it alive, split the intact gland in two, and turned the inside upside down.

Ting Yun tremblingly went to ring the bedside bell above his head. The nurse on duty came in and gave him an injection, but Ting Yun's symptoms of chills didn't change much, but he stopped vomiting. After all, he didn't eat before the operation and felt like vomiting. I can't spit anything out either.

It was already winter in the city, and there was no heating in the ward. Ting Yun was shivering under the quilt, and his blood seemed to have condensed into ice balls.

After cleaning the mark, the taste of my own pheromone also became thinner, sour and astringent mixed with indescribable bitterness.

This is no better than the night of estrus. It turns out that omega wants to get rid of alpha, which is to challenge the authority of alpha. There is a price to pay, not only tormented by lust, but also punished by glands. They are only qualified to say goodbye to alpha when they get down to the next level.

He hated it so much, hated Song Youfang for breaking into his life without authorization, deciding to marry him without authorization, hating Song Youfang's attitude towards marriage, hating Song Youfang for abandoning him when he was in heat, and even more hating himself for not living up to expectations.

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