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The intertwined pheromones were fermented overnight in the room. The aroma of lavender is wrapped in fresh citric acid. The tranquil taste will dilute the sourness a little bit. Song Youfang's pheromones are very concrete. Ting Yun can only smell the smell and feel the tenderness Quiet purple.

He woke up before Song Youfang, but he was reluctant to open his eyes, and couldn't help rubbing Song Youfang's arm.

The time is not up yet, and in a few minutes, there is no need for an alarm clock, Song Youfang's biological clock will wake him up on time.

At seven o'clock, Ting Yun closed his eyes and listened to the movement of the person next to his pillow. Song Youfang turned over and pulled his arm out of his embrace. His clothes rubbed against the bed sheet, making a rustling sound.

Song Youfang's breathing would also be heavier than normal. After taking a deep breath, he let out an ambiguous sigh, and then covered Ting Yun's forehead with his big hand. Song Youfang leaned over, "Ting Yun..."

Song Youfang's voice seemed to be entangled with the smell of lavender, even he couldn't detect it, his voice was much deeper and more powerful than usual.

The sleeping body was slowly awakened by Song Youfang, Ting Yun's senses gradually recovered, his glands were twitching, his cheeks were hot, Song Youfang's smell was too inductive, he turned his head away, afraid that Song Youfang would notice his strangeness.

"Morning, sir."

"Morning." There was a soft touch on Ting Yun's forehead, and Song Youfang kissed him, and then the position beside him lightened, and Song Youfang got up.

Ting Yun didn't stay in bed, but he wasn't used to getting up with Alpha. He hid under the quilt and peeked at Song Youfang's body.

Alpha was born with a physique that omega would never envy. Seeing Song Youfang's abdominal muscles, Ting Yun couldn't help but think that the night he was marked, Mr. Song, who is usually gentle and delicate, would be blinded by lust and reveal a fierce side.

Ting Yun's eyes slowly moved down from the abdomen, and the outline under the underwear gradually evokes the most painful and fierce memory of that night.

Ting Yun felt that he was worthless, Song Youfang didn't need to do anything, and he couldn't physically resist the temptation. He was full of daydreams and longings for Song Youfang, and he would feel uncontrollably about his own alpha.

Sex is shameful, Ting Yun is not so open, so he will be full of curiosity about Song Youfang while despising his profligacy.

"What are you looking at?" Song Youfang caught Ting Yun's forgetful gaze.

"No..." He looked around in a panic. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Song Youfang fastening his cuff buttons. He suddenly remembered something, "Sir... I'll help you."

Song Youfang realized that Ting Yun wanted to help him get dressed, so he paused for a moment without refusing.

The curtains hadn't been drawn yet, and the room was a little dark. Ting Yun stood in front of Song Youfang barefoot, with Song Youfang's strong muscles under his palms.

"Maybe I will work overtime today. Sir, you don't need to pick me up. I will take a taxi home at night." Ting Yun wanted to say something to make the atmosphere a little more lively. He thought, Song Youfang is probably busier than him today, "Mr. Will you work overtime today too?"

Song Youfang gave an "um" inexplicably, as if he was answering Ting Yun's question.

The two left the bedroom together one after the other, the aunt had already prepared breakfast, and Song Youfang would wait for Tingyun after eating, it seemed that he was going to send Tingyun to work.

The place where they live now is very close to where Ting Yun works, and it only takes about ten minutes to walk. Ting Yun wants Song Youfang to leave him alone, but Song Youfang is very persistent in this regard, even when the two are dating. At that time, the pick-up and drop-off of Tingyun to and from work will not be delayed by any external factors.

Ting Yun's eating speed became much faster, and Song Youfang said softly beside him, "Don't worry."

"Cough..." Ting Yun, who had been exposed, coughed lightly.

"Slow down." Song Youfang pushed the water glass in front of Ting Yun.

Ting Yun sipped at the rim of his cup and did not speak. Song Youfang thought of everything. Sometimes he felt that he hadn't done anything. Song Youfang helped him arrange everything properly and cared for him in every detail. There is no shortage, but he also wants to do something for Song Youfang.

Looking at the breakfast on the table, he didn't even have a chance to make breakfast for his alpha.

When they arrived at the downstairs of the company, Song Youfang asked his assistant to carry the souvenir upstairs for Ting Yun, but Ting Yun looked at the time and refused, "No need, I can go up by myself, see you tonight, sir."

Fearing that Song Youfang would still persist, Ting Yun didn't give him a chance to speak, and staggered towards the office building with his things in his hands, just in time for rush hour, and ran into a colleague in the elevator.

A group of people rushed into the company's gate, surrounded Ting Yun, and everyone talked to each other.

"Ting Yun, we are still waiting to see the news, why is there no live report?"

"I saw Mr. Song's car downstairs just now. Mr. Song really has nothing to say."

The matter of Song Youfang's pursuit of Tingyun cannot be hidden from the company at all. Luxury cars are parked downstairs at the company at fixed times every day. After a long time, they still don't know who the big boss is waiting for.

"Ting Yun's face is full of red. It can be seen that he is very affectionate with Mr. Song."

Ting Yun and his colleagues are in a small company, and the relationship between colleagues is very harmonious. If he said a few teasing words, he would be shy, "No, no."

He hurriedly distributed the presents to everyone, "This is the present prepared by Mr. Song and I."

The accompanying gifts are exquisite, even the regular wedding cake aromatherapy is the best, and a card written by Song Youfang is also included.

Everyone is an ordinary person, more or less curious about the life of a wealthy family, after thanking Ting Yun, they started gossiping again.

"Ting Yun, have you been involved in disputes among wealthy families?"

Ting Yun looked at them blankly. Mr. Song had many relatives in his family, but they were not involved in disputes.

"No?" Everyone was very disappointed, "They are all rich, and they must live together as a family. How could there be no property disputes? Why is it different from the novel?"

Ting Yun smiled, "Mr. Song and I live alone outside, and we will only go back during the holidays. Mr. Song's family has a lot of people, but everyone is very polite."

Mr. Song's family affairs were too ordinary, and everyone suddenly changed the topic to other wealthy families.

"I watched the entertainment news a few days ago. The real estate guy was getting divorced. His Omega divided half of his property and left."

The colleague said with an exaggerated expression, "Yes, yes, you see, if you marry a rich man, even if you get divorced, you still have to make a lot of money. It is a business that is sure to make money."

Someone stabbed Tingyun's waist, "Rich people will also get bride price when they get married, Mr. Song must have given a lot."

If you have to count, the island where you got married, the house you live in now, and the countless documents you signed are all in his name, but Ting Yun doesn't care so much about such things.

He listened to it awkwardly and apologized. This kind of office topic has been discussed before, but it's just a hurry, and everyone has no malicious intentions.

"I think... getting married is not a business. It's not good to be too calculated." Ting Yun's view of love is greatly influenced by his parents. He can't make money, but his lover will grow old. Since he chooses to get married, he must want to stay together For a lifetime, although people should take a long-term perspective, Ting Yun thinks that marriage is not included.

Marriage is the continuation and progression of emotions, which contains too much impulsiveness and sensibility. What is planned and calculated is business, how can it be compared with the feelings that are sincerely paid.

"That's right. Mr. Song is different. Besides, you just got married. It's unlucky to say that, bah bah bah."

Someone immediately changed the subject, "We didn't go to the wedding venue, Ting Yun, you must make it up to us, and when will you invite Mr. Song to dinner."

Ting Yun smiled and said, "I'll talk to him later."