After Beta was not humble and chased back, Scum A became humble

After Lin Hen came out of the club, he went straight to work.

The person left, but his heart was still there. It was all about how He Jing was doing now, why he didn't call him, why he didn't even lose his temper...I thought too much, and things always went wrong. Got scolded by the boss and went home.

The next morning he received a call from Luo Haoshan.

"Brother Hen, are you coming out to play? The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the brothers all want to get together!"

"What are you gathering for?" Lin Hen was startled when he opened his mouth. Is this his voice?

Luo Haoshan forced several entertainment venues with a loud voice, and asked belatedly, "Are you caught a cold?"

"No," Lin Hen sat up with one hand on the bed, endured the sore throat, unscrewed the water glass with one hand, and took a big sip of water, "I'm on fire... Cough, I didn't expect that your brother and I are also fucking temperamental." The middleman...how many years have he been, and he can still get angry because of this."

Luo Haoshan immediately shouted as if someone stepped on his tail, "What did that son of a bitch He Jing do? Fuck!"

"Keep your mouth clean," Lin Hen shook his swollen head and looked at the time. It was less than six o'clock, and there was a sound of opening the door outside, and his mother got up. He suddenly remembered something, and said in a low voice, "Shan Zi , Help me go to the small clinic next to your house and ask if my mother has gone there to get medicine recently."

He sneaked into his mother's pocket in the middle of the night, and the medicine was a common cold anti-inflammatory medicine, but he always felt uneasy.

"Auntie has a cold?"

"Well," Lin Hen said vaguely, "it seems so."

Several days passed after that, Lin Hen and Luo Haoshan ran all over the surrounding clinics, and even secretly searched through Lin Yueqiu's drawers, but they still found nothing.

He is too sensitive, Lin Hen thought.

During this period, Lin Hen made dozens of phone calls to He Jing, all of which were rejected, and the text messages he sent were also ignored. In the end, he couldn't help asking for leave to go to his house for a stay, but he was unlucky, and he didn't make it even once.

It made He Jing angry again, and he was still very angry.

Lin Hen was lying on the bed, clutching the watch that He Jing gave him, rubbing the dial of the starry sky with his fingertips, watching the hands move past one by one, feeling that time was going too fast, as if he was about to take something away.

He couldn't catch it, and he couldn't keep it.

For more than five years, He Jing has been deeply rooted in his heart, but where is he at He Jing?What is he?

Lin Hen felt uncommonly tired, uncontrollably tired.

He picked up the quilt and covered his head, closing his eyes and forcing himself to sleep.

Maybe it's because he's too tired from work, maybe his mother's health hasn't been very good in the past two years, and the slightest disturbance makes his nerves tense, or maybe...it's He Jing's repeated rejections that scare him.

He was afraid that he would die of exhaustion if he didn't persist until the end, he was afraid that He Jing would really not learn to like him, he was afraid too much.

The more seemingly invulnerable a person is, the more vulnerable he is, because his body is covered with cuts and bruises, and perhaps the next injury will come when the shell that has been cast for many years is shattered.

Hope that day doesn't come too soon.

He really, really didn't want to let go.

I can't even imagine a life without He Jing, I have already drawn a big cake, if I still can't eat it in the end, I will be crazy.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Lin Hen called He Jing again, and when the ringing was about to hang up automatically, the other party connected.

"Hello? Mr. Lin?"

Lin Hen was taken aback, then glanced at his phone: "...Old Zhou?"

"Hello, it's inconvenient, young master. If you have anything to tell me, I'll pass it on to you."

The corner of Lin Hen's mouth curled bitterly, no wonder he answered the phone. According to the level of offense he left without saying goodbye last time, He Jing should have left him cold for at least a month.

"It's nothing serious, I wish you a happy New Year," Lin Hen tried his best to sound brisk, looked at the picture He Jing drew for him on the bedside, and said with a smile: "Tell He Jing, too, Happy New Year."

"Okay, happy new year to you too."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Hen put down his phone and went to the kitchen to help Lin Yueqiu wash the vegetables.

Lin Yueqiu squinted at him: "Who are you calling? Is it that kid He Jing?"

Lin Hen smiled, "My mother is amazing, happy new year, mom! More and more beautiful!"

"Come on," Lin Yueqiu said disgustingly while cutting the meat, "I said it no less than twenty times this morning, and your mother's happiness has doubled."

After Lin Hen finished washing the dishes, he took the kitchen knife from her hand. Seeing that Lin Yueqiu turned to boil water again, he couldn't help calling her: "Mom."

Lin Yueqiu took out a bag of spring rolls from the refrigerator: "What are you doing?"

Lin Hen stared at her steadfastly for a long time, until Lin Yueqiu's scalp became numb, and he came over and pinched his arm: "The brat is bewitching you!"

Lin Hen chuckled: "No, I just brewed it up, trying to pretend to be tough, but the brewing didn't succeed."

"Hurry up and say what you want to say, your mother hasn't done a lot of work."

Lin Hen put down the knife, turned around and hugged her tightly, the arms between a boy and a man were enough to support a home, strong and stubborn, and said softly: "Mom, happy new year, hard work .”

Lin Yueqiu was taken aback by being hugged, and after a while she patted her son's back lightly: "It's not hard work, your mother is not old yet, what will you spend if you don't earn more."

"I will earn a lot in the future."

She couldn't help laughing: "Yes, yes, my son is amazing."

Lin Hen and Lin Yueqiu had a simple breakfast together, and Lin Yueqiu asked him to go out to play quickly, and she had to make dumplings with Grandma Wang and the others.

Lin Hen didn't want to go out, so he hid in the house with his mobile phone to settle accounts.

This is how they do during Chinese New Year. They eat casually in the morning, make a table of hard dishes in the afternoon, and eat dumplings in the evening.

Turn on the phone and miss the call "He Jing Rose.jpg".

Lin Hen blinked, and it took a long time before he suddenly turned his head to look in the mirror.

The idiot in the mirror laughed so hard that the corners of his mouth were flying into the sky, his eyes were shining, he lowered his head, and squeezed the phone hard, his heart beating like a "thump".

He Jing actually took the initiative to call him!

He Jing!

He Jing!

That's He Jing!

He pressed the corner of his mouth and dialed it back, and couldn't help laughing several times.

Happy New Year, wonderful world!ah!Hold!wonderful world!

The phone was connected after a few rings.

"He Jing, Happy New Year! I like you this year too."

"Really? Why didn't I see it." He Jing's voice was lazy, but he could tell he was in a good mood.

Lin Hen took out the watch that was well placed on the bedside, touched it in the palm of his hand, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Are you still angry?"

"What do you say?"

"...Don't be angry anymore," Lin Hen swallowed, still nervous, "Who gets angry during the New Year? My mother said that the second year of being angry during the New Year doesn't make you grow taller."

"Stupid." He Jing laughed for a long time, his sexy and magnetic voice was embellished by the electric current, half of Lin Hen's body was numb, and he quickly leaned against the head of the bed.

He Jing laughed enough before asking, "Do you know what's wrong?"

"Understood," Lin Hen said quickly, "I shouldn't have left that day."

However, He Jing didn't delve into this, and asked him very focused: "Why did you beat those two idiots?"

"Isn't this He Jing's dog that no one can touch?"

"Sooner or later it's a lost dog."

……

Lin Hen's eyes flashed those two mean-mouthed Omega, his eyes sank, "I just want to beat you up."

It was only after Luo Linhen realized that this sentence was too perfunctory, but He Jing didn't care, instead he said in a good temper: "Is that so, I still have to wipe your ass, it's getting more and more troublesome."

Lin Hen smirked twice.

He Jing wasn't angry anymore, he could tell.

Maybe he stopped being angry a long time ago, but he just can't think of anyone else who is worried about his mood. There are too many people around He Jing, it is too difficult to remember each one, and no one is worth remembering alone...

But he should be at least a little special, He Jing called him.Lin Hen comforted himself.

"Come over tomorrow and spend the New Year with me." He Jing said suddenly.

"Tomorrow?" Lin Hen ran through his mother's arrangement for tomorrow, as if he was doing odd jobs in a garment factory with Grandma Wang and the others.

"What's the matter?" He Jing's voice sank.

"No," Lin Hen excitedly clenched his fists, celebrating New Year's Day with He Jing, "Where are you going? I'll be there in the morning."

"Come to the house in the northern suburbs. Don't make any noise in the morning. If you wake me up, go out and stand."

When making dumplings at night, Lin Hen hid a few while his mother was not paying attention, put them in plastic bags and put them outside the window of his bedroom, and brought them to He Jing tomorrow.

While watching the Spring Festival Gala, he kept sending He Jing WeChat, chatting about Spring Festival Gala sketches.

It is said that every year is getting more and more boring, but Lin Hen feels that chatting with He Jing, even watching the news broadcast, is more exciting than watching gunfight movies by himself.

Many people came to He Jing's house during the Chinese New Year. He was most annoyed by socializing, but he still had to pretend to be polite juniors to say hello and toast one by one. The annoyance was so annoying that he could only resolve it by chatting with Lin Hen.

Lin Hen: This is interesting. I didn’t hold back my drink and sprayed all over the table just now, so my mother pinched me in anger

Lin Hen: Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.gif

He Jing: Stupid.

He Jing: Record a video for me.

Lin Hen immediately took a video on the TV and sent it to him.

Lin Yueqiu knew what his son was doing from his silly look, and pretended to say unintentionally, "Are you chatting with He Jing?"

The two hadn't been in touch for such a long time, Lin Hen threw himself on He Jing with all his heart, and replied casually, "Yeah."

"Have you caught up yet?"

"Sooner or later."

"So sure?"

"That must—" Lin Hen's typing hands stopped, Lin Yueqiu didn't have the habit of looking at his son's privacy, and leaned on the sofa to watch TV, his face was still old and hot.

Lin Hen leaned on her: "Cough, Mom, really, sooner or later, I won't brag to you."

Lin Yueqiu didn't know He Jing well, but she only heard about He Jing from Luo Haoshan's group of people. She only knew that this little classmate had a very bad personality, but he was good-looking, his family was rich, and his son had been chasing him for more than five years. I didn't pick off this high mountain flower, so I don't know more about it.

"Does the kid like you a little bit now?"

"Now..." Lin Hen silently got up and leaned to the side, "Yes... just a little bit, he just told me Happy New Year, mom, you don't know him, he has quite a personality, absolutely not Will have a smiling face for those who don't like it."

Lin Yueqiu looked at his son, and the more he looked at him, the more he looked like himself when he was young, and he didn't look back until he bumped into the south wall.

She shook her head and said nothing.

On the first day of the new year, Lin Hen got up earlier than when he went to work, and arrived at He Jing's villa in the suburbs before eight o'clock.

The nanny told him that He Jing was still awake, Lin Hen put the dumplings in the refrigerator first, and the nanny asked if he wanted to cook them.

"No, it's time to cook when he wakes up."

"Ok."

Lin Hen waited for more than three hours, and He Jing woke up at eleven o'clock.

Lin Hen ran upstairs immediately when he heard the movement.

He Jing spat out the mouthwash and splashed cold water on his face to regain consciousness. The gray pajamas softened the sharp aura. Under the cold light, his skin was so white that it was almost transparent. His messy hair made him look much gentler. It drips down the neckline along the jaw line, sinks into the collarbone, arousing infinite reverie... He Jing, who is at home, is still charming.

Lin Hen stood at the door and stared blankly, without blinking.

God is so partial, some people just show off their heads and pose like that, and some people are so pleasing to the eye when they do anything casually.

"You look stupid?" He Jing raised his hand and flicked it, a few drops of water fell on Lin Hen's face.

Lin Hen woke up suddenly, looked up and saw He Jing walking over, and before he could speak, he was pressed against the wall by his shoulders and kissed.

He Jing pressed the back of his head with one hand. The 5 cm height difference caused Lin Hen to raise his neck slightly, and after only a moment of stiffness, he obediently leaned against He Jing's palm.He Jing must still be angry in his heart, kissing his lips domineeringly, it was numb and painful, and the hand on his waist was ruthlessly measuring whether the person in his arms had lost weight again.

The kiss of the two men was ambiguous and fierce, not like two people, but more like two beasts fighting each other to vent their emotions.

He Jing's talents in all aspects are not comparable to Lin Hen's. The emotion and temperature conveyed between his lips and teeth made him delirious, and he couldn't change his breath after a while, but he still grabbed He Jing's collar and pulled it down. With the momentum of swallowing the person in front of him with his last breath, he kissed viciously and disorderly.

He Jing raised his eyebrows, then lowered his head, asked carefully for a while, shifted his position, bit his fragile Adam's apple, and the tip of his teeth ran over dangerously.

Lin Hen snorted and frowned slightly.

The low and hoarse voice was like some kind of signal, He Jing grabbed his shoulders, pressed him and turned him over, his face was pressed against the wall, the clean back of his neck was fully exposed.

Lin Hen is a Beta, glands, pheromones, these two things that are infinitely tempting to an Alpha, he doesn't have any of them.

But He Jing still likes to bite, leaving tooth marks, overflowing blood beads, and then slowly lick|off, listening to He Jing stubbornly holding back the overflowing panting...

The cold wall made Lin Hen slightly awake, but He Jing's slightly higher body temperature became clearer...

The ferocious beast had admired enough, and said mercilessly. The pain in the back of his neck made Lin Hen's eyes gradually covered with red, and he obediently closed his eyes...

favorite person,

control me

hurt me,

please me.

……

After coming out of the bathroom, the corners of Lin Hen's mouth and the back of his neck ached, and he didn't know if he was bleeding.

He Jing walked behind Lin Hen, and when he passed the big bed, he deliberately messed up, tripped, and Lin Hen fell onto the bed unprepared.

"Did you miss me? So enthusiastic." The desire|desire in He Jing's eyes was still flickering, and the corners of his mouth were dangerously bent, obviously not enough to satisfy the top Alpha once.

He Jing leaned over and bit Lin Hen's Adam's apple. He was in such a good mood that Lin Hen could smell his pheromone clearly, and the cold winter wind wrapped him gently and comfortably.

"...Think about it," the big boy was afraid to say this, Lin He changed the subject shyly, "You, cough, you haven't eaten yet, I brought you dumplings."

He Jing pinched his earlobe until it turned red before saying, "You made it?"

Lin Hen tilted his head and rubbed against the bed sheet, his ears were itchy, "Well, I ate it yesterday, it was delicious."

He Jing pressed him and kissed him greasy and crookedly for a long time before being coaxed by Lin Hen to go downstairs for dinner. The nanny cooked the dumplings with great insight, and they were still steaming when they were just served on the table.

Lin Hen personally helped He Jingsheng and handed it to him.

He Jing ate one, and Lin Hen looked at him intently, like a hound expecting a compliment from its master: "How is it?"

"is acceptable."

Lin Hen suddenly laughed, and sat across from him to watch him eat.

It's worth it, the fear, the insomnia at night, the day and night thinking during the past half month, at this moment, it's nothing.

Like a person is probably what he is like, remember to eat but not fight, wholeheartedly hitting the south wall, willing to humble himself into the dust for the other person.

He can do anything, as long as He Jing can give him a little bit of sweetness, not much, a little bit is enough, and he can persist for a long time.