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

The party of money, wine and sex lasted until after two o'clock in the morning.

At eleven o'clock, Lin Hen called home and told his mother that he was doing homework at Luo Haoshan's house and would not go back...

The mother didn't believe it, and roared: "Lin Xiaohen!!! You will wait for you to come back tomorrow! I will tear off the skin and bones for you today!"

Lin Hen hung up the phone and didn't suppress his fear even after drinking three glasses of wine. Looking at He Jing who was playing cards, he said silently in his heart, I really like you so much that even my mother can't stop her.

It's a pity that He Jing couldn't hear it, even if he heard it, he would only laugh at him as an idiot.

After sending the half-drunk He Jing into the car, Lin Hen turned his head and was about to leave when he was grabbed by He Jing and pulled his arm into the car forcefully, his voice polished by alcohol was soft and hoarse: "Don't move."

Lin Hen, who was 1 meters tall, was held in He Jingtuan's arms like a chick, and the breath on his neck was so hot that he wanted to shiver.

He Jing circled him from behind, with his chin resting on his neck, and the two of them pressed tightly together, looking like a couple in love, intimate.

But Lin Hen knew that He Jing was only used to hugging things when he was drunk, especially warm ones, and now he was just a pillow in He Jing's eyes, he could be replaced by anyone else, no, any softer pillow could replace him.

The driver closed the car door as usual, and drove steadily to Shuquanshan Mansion located in the center of Jingyun City - one of the most expensive commercial villas in China, He'an Group Industry, each villa is priced at more than 1 million yuan, but Still flocking to people.

Lin Hen doesn't care about these money and money. What he cares about is that Shuquanshan Mansion is too far away from his home. He Jing's temper is getting up and he thinks it will be out. The driver will definitely ignore him without He Jing's order. He arrives How to go home when.

take a taxi?He can't bear money.

bus?There is also a ghost bus in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, He Jing was particularly short of pillows today, so he got out of the car and dragged him in together.

When the nanny came to pick him up, Lin Hen waved his hand, and helped He Jing go upstairs and put him in the bedroom. He went to the big and jaw-dropping cloakroom and chose two pajamas at random. When he walked to the door, he thought of something, He turned around and went back to get a pair of underwear.

When he came out again, the roots of his ears were suspiciously red.

It's countless times to serve He Jing who was drunk, Lin Hen skillfully helped him wash up, and finally undressed him and put him in the jacuzzi without looking sideways.

It's not that I don't want to squint, it's that I'm afraid of a reaction.

As a top-level Alpha, He Jing's figure is so good that it explodes. He has a well-proportioned and slender figure of 1 meters, with wide shoulders and narrow waist. Every muscle has been exercised just right, especially the muscles of the waist, abdomen, shoulders and back, which are firm and hard The ups and downs are regular, not too exaggerated, and there are hormones that make people nosebleed.

The bathroom light hits the cold white skin covered with water droplets, adding a bit of abstinence under the contrast, but it makes people want to touch it even more.

Lin Hen felt that his development was quite normal, who could see such a scene without changing his face, who would he kneel down and call him father.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Lin Hen stood up, intending to go outside to get some fresh air, so as to relieve his dryness.

Just as he took half a step, his wrist was suddenly grabbed hard.

"return."

The person who was still drunk and delirious just now couldn't walk well and needed him to hug and hug him suddenly woke up and looked up at him unhappily.

Maybe it was because he woke up after washing his face, Lin Hen thought about it and sat down by the bathtub casually.

What Lin Hen didn't know was that the top-level Alpha's physical tolerance was countless times higher than that of ordinary people. For He Jing, "getting drunk" was more difficult than alcoholism, but most of the behaviors after drinking were like this. The ancestors were either too lazy to move or played tricks on him on purpose.

"Hand hurts." He Jing said suddenly.

"Huh?" Lin Hen immediately looked down at his hand, and asked nervously, "Did you touch it? Where did you knock?"

"I don't know." He Jing put his wet hands on his pants, leaving a circle of water marks, "Rub it for me."

The throat was moistened with wine, and the exhaustion of the whole night slowly fermented. He Jing's voice was a little lower than usual, and he squinted his eyes to see him talking, as if he was acting like a baby.

Lin Hen's heart softened, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a little. He held his left hand with one hand, and pressed the other hand gently on it.

He Jing's hands are very beautiful, his skin is fair, the skin of the hands he has been pampered since childhood is delicate, the fingers are slender, and every joint is so delicate that you can't take your eyes off it.

not like him.

Lin Hen glanced at his hands, there were a few inconspicuous scars, and thin calluses on the palms of his fingers... Although they were also slender fingers, they looked rough due to the wind and sun without maintenance.

His complexion is not dark, but fairer than wheat, and occasionally he looks quite manly after washing his hands, but compared with He Jing, it is the difference between the moon and the stone.

"Learn it on purpose?" He Jing closed his eyes, enjoying Lin Hen's service with peace of mind, "It's quite comfortable."

"No," Lin Hen said truthfully, "It's just blind."

He Jing snorted, and he knew that Lin Hen might be bewitched that day if he spoke sweet words. "Do you know how much these hands are worth? If the pressure is broken, you will chop off your arm."

Lin Hen was silent. He didn't know how much it was, but it was definitely expensive.

Because He Jing's hands are used for painting, his father bought a huge amount of insurance for his hands since he was a child.

He Jing's father, Lin Hen, has seen it twice, but his mother, Lin Hen, has never seen it once. He only knows that he is a very famous painter. He was lucky enough to see one of the oil paintings with his own eyes - he couldn't understand the artistic conception, but he could see it Understand the price, eight figures.

Such an expensive painting was casually hung by He Jing on the wall next to the stairs on the second floor of the villa.

For a long time, Lin Hen went up the stairs gently, for fear that the painting would be shocked, and if it broke, he would risk his life and would not be able to pay for it.

He Jing's artistic talent was inherited from his mother. He learned to paint from his mother when he was very young, and visited various art exhibitions. His works are well-known in the circle.

Up to now, although he is not as good as his mother, but for his age, it is already eye-catching.

... Such a pair of beautiful and expensive hands, now being held and pressed by himself, Lin Hen felt that he was also very eye-catching.

Perhaps it was interesting to see Lin Hen frowning and earnestly massaging. It was rare for He Jing to have a relaxed chat with him, although the content still made Lin Hen want to kick the wall.

"Are those Omegas beautiful today?" He Jing asked casually.

Lin Hen paused, suppressing his anger forcefully, wondering why such a good-looking person opened his mouth. "Since when have you stopped being so picky, whoever catches you will go up."

He Jing glanced at him lazily, took his hand out of his hand, put it on his leg and squeezed it, his voice was clear and clear in the bathroom, with a joking maliciousness: "Go and look in the mirror , which one is not more beautiful than you? It is also more interesting to play than you."

"Then don't fucking play in front of me," Lin Hen pulled his hand away and frowned. Although he had heard this kind of words countless times, his heart still hurt when he heard it again. He would not hide his emotions. He said in a hoarse voice, "I'll see you beat one up."

"Hahahaha, you're used to it." Not knowing that those words pleased him, He Jing suddenly laughed and looked at him with a happy expression. After a while, he stood up on his legs, pinched his chin, Looking down at him with lowered eyes, satisfaction was written on his face so handsome that he couldn't breathe, he pressed his fingertips on his lips and rubbed them gently, "Lin Hen, never act in front of me, it's you who won't lie Last but not least."

Lin Hen convinced himself that at this time, he could still watch the naked He Jing react without saying a single pretentious word.

He is actually very aware of his current situation.

To He Jing, he was just a funny dog, if he was in a good mood he would stop and play with him for a while, if he was in a bad mood he would kick him to vent his anger - a dog wouldn't leave after being beaten or scolded.

As for liking, in He Jing's place, it's too extravagant.

But Lin Hen is not afraid to wait, he is also a man, although he is just an ordinary Beta without pheromones, but as He Jing said, He Jing lacks everything except "honesty".

The overly perfect growth environment made the people around him flatter He Jing, and his "obsessed and honest" character is too rare, like an ugly dog ​​that barks the most, at least he can be heard .

Big bed in the bedroom.

He Jing leaned comfortably on Lin Hen. He was too tall, and Lin Hen could only kneel on one knee behind him and blow dry his hair.

From Lin Hen's point of view, he can see his straight nose, thin and red lips, his skin is cold and smooth, and there is no blemish at such a close distance. Danfeng eyes, a small red mole on the side of the neck... How many times have I seen it, Lin Hen couldn't help feeling that this is a skin that is extremely favored by God.

"Where did you buy today's cake?" He Jing asked suddenly.

Lin Hen stopped fingering his hair, and the hair was soft and lingering on his fingertips: "Over there on Dongyue Street, the name of the shop seems to be 'I Like You'. Do you want to eat it now?"

He Jing pressed the phone, and on the screen was a group of second-generation people making unsightly jokes, discussing today's party, he curled his lips mockingly, replied two messages, casually disgusted: "I don't want to, it's too ugly. "

It's hard to serve, Lin Hen sighed silently, fortunately he still has an advantage, although He Jing didn't admit it, but his cooking skills are really good, He Jing loves to cook.

Check the steps on the Internet later, the cake doesn't look difficult to make, but I don't have much money...

He Jing was raised with fine nectar and jade dew since he was a child, and he would not eat this or that, and he would feel sick when the ingredients were a little cheaper. Lin Hen spent a lot of money just to buy ingredients for cooking for He Jing, earning a month's part-time job Except for the part saved by handing over to his mother, the rest had to be thrown on He Jing, and he continued to work part-time if he had no money to eat.

He grew up suffering from childhood, he was used to this kind of life, and he didn't feel how bitter it was. Instead, he couldn't help being happy and foolishly happy when he watched He Jing eat the things he made.

He likes He Jing. After five years, he has been completely used to paying for He Jing. The word He Jing has deeply entered into his life, and every minute and every second is related to He Jing.

It's like people living in the dark who don't hesitate to gouge out flesh and oil from themselves again and again, just wanting to keep the light of hope on for a while longer, and feel the happiness of being warmed by the light for a while.

Pain or something, who cares.