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

There was less than a month left for the college entrance examination, and Lin Chen rubbed his shoulders to get ready for bed after writing his homework until one o'clock.

As soon as he stood up, the door was suddenly pushed open with a "click".

He Jing frowned, wearing a black sportswear with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, he stepped in like a top model, he let out a soft breath when he saw Lin Hen, his face softened, he snorted and said coquettishly : "I'm exhausted, I drove for more than three hours."

"Didn't you say you'll be back tomorrow?" Lin Hen walked over, and could still smell the cool breeze from He Jing's body, "Aren't you afraid of accidents while driving tired?"

He Jing gave a low laugh, hugged Lin Hen and rubbed against him, and buried himself in his neck with a smug smile: "Caring about me? If I'm afraid I'm tired, just say something nice and coax me."

Lin Hen paused, touched his back and said, "...it's getting late, go to sleep."

He Jing's coquettish appearance made Lin Hen really didn't know what to say. Compared with the furious He Jing, such a docile He Jing made him at a loss. It seemed that the whole world liked him the most, and he was the only one in his heart... the desire in his heart was tempted I was so eager to move, I habitually began to think about those impossible things...

"Hey, I knew you wouldn't say it," He Jing kept his arms around Lin Hen, lazily lay on Lin Hen's body and moved to the sofa, and said in a slightly raised tone, "I'll teach you, follow me Say it, don't tell me you won't sleep."

Lin Hen knew that if he didn't follow what He Jing said, he might not be able to think of a way to toss about it, so he could only say: "Teach me what?"

He Jing leaned into Lin Hen's ear and said, "Tell me you miss me, say you're crazy after not seeing me for a while, then give me a kiss."

"...I miss you. I can't think about it until I see it for a while." Lin Hen looked at the handsome face in front of him, which was really a gift from the Creator. He used to wonder if it was to balance this face. Only his face gave He Jing a cruel heart.

Lin Hen pressed He Jing's neck and touched his lips.

The corner of He Jing's lips curved, and he hugged Lin Hen and kissed him forcefully: "Me too, I think you can't think too much. I'm going to take a bath, together?"

"No, I'll pack up my homework first—"

Before Lin Hen could finish speaking, He Jing had already taken his hand and walked to the bathroom, walking briskly: "Let's wash together."

I don't know how long it has been since the last time the two were intimate, and the resistance to He Jing's pheromone seems to be still engraved in his mind.

The faint coldness dissipated, and the two stood facing each other without any cover. Lin Hen subconsciously took a step back, and was held by He Jing again, interlocking his fingers, rubbing the roots of his fingers carefully.

The hoarse voice was filled with strong desire, lingering in the ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm your Alpha, I won't hurt you."

Lin Hen is not a delicate Omega. Although the fear is strong, he tried his best to restrain it and let He Jing approach step by step. When the pheromone concentration in the room rose to the extreme, his mind also became blurred. Fear was like the smallest existence. Turned into ashes and hid in the depths of memory, only Alpha who hugged him tightly and gasped...

Bewildered by the top-level Alpha pheromone, Lin Hen didn't even feel the pain, and he knew what was happening with a clear mind, but his senses could only receive happy emotions, allowing his soul to sink.

The end of indulgence is that Lin Hen can't make a sound until the end, let alone call to stop, He Jing has been messing around until dawn before carrying Lin Hen to clean up.

Before the two of them did it, He Jing went to bed first. When did Lin Hen wake up and clean up? How could he be hugged back and forth like this? Lin Hen subconsciously struggled to think about it.

"Myself..." Lin Hen stopped immediately after saying three words, his voice was as hoarse as another person's, the picture in his mind made all the blood in his body rush to his face, he felt ashamed after a long absence.

"Are you sure?" He Jing gently put Lin Hen into the bathtub, raised his eyebrows, "Can you still stand up?"

Lin Hen's ears felt hot, how could a man bear this kind of provocation, he grabbed the edge of the bathtub with his neck straightened and was about to stand up, and said hoarsely, "Yes."

He Jing's light words made Lin Hen's legs ache, and he sat back down again.

"Oh~ I didn't do it well, let's do it again."

Lin Hen plopped back and sat back: "..."

Lin Hen's embarrassed appearance was so amusing, He Jing burst out laughing, and he didn't know which nerve he touched, he couldn't stop laughing, he held his stomach and said: "Don't do it, don't do it, if you do it again, you will pass out Yes, even though it's dizzy, I also feel distressed."

Lin Hen wanted to put his head in the water too.

He Jing laughed enough, sat on the edge of the bathtub and picked up the water to wet Lin Hen's hair stubble, thought it was fun, then reached out to touch it, and finally commented childishly: "It's hard to touch, not as good as mine."

He lowered his head as he spoke, Lin Hen understood, raised his hand to stroke his head, stroked his hair in a hoarse voice: "It's quite soft."

Satisfied, He Jing squeezed a pump of shampoo, rubbed out foam in the palm of his hand, and gently pressed it on Lin Hen's head, not idly talking, he was full of food and drink, and could say anything nicely: "You are the one I saw You are the best-looking one, I saw you right away on the court when I was in junior high school, you stood among those rookies, you looked like a wolf at first glance, and you were dragged to the sky."

Lin Hen opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything after all.

He also saw the other person at a glance. After that day, he was so fascinated that he lost himself, while He Jing only saw a slightly special leaf. In He Jing's eyes, he was only fleetingly special, and he was submerged in the blink of an eye Among the Yingying and Yanyan in the entire forest, they can't even be named.

It's just that He Jing at the time of tenderness was really irresistible. If the two of them hadn't quarreled for various reasons in the past six months, and if Jiang Huan hadn't appeared, he didn't know how long he would have to be addicted to this gentle poison before he could wake up.

He Jing began to pinch Lin Hen's ears to play with after washing. Looking at the conspicuous bite marks on Lin Hen's neck, he smiled triumphantly: "Are we free to play basketball? We'll go when Auntie recovers from her illness."

Lin Hen was pinched itchy, and tilted his head: "Yes."

"Do you still remember when you skipped class and went to our school to block me?" He Jing's voice was full of nostalgia, and the rare warm atmosphere made him relax, "You are really stupid, stupid and stubborn. I wanted to laugh when I came over with a broken flower to confess my love. Later, when I thought about it, the flowers are so fragrant and you are so pretty, so I better stop laughing."

Of course Lin Hen remembered, it was what he thought was the brightest and most memorable memory in his youth, he once treasured it deep in his heart, and kept it preciously... Thinking about it now, it would have been better if He Jing Indifference and refusal will prevent you from falling in love with an impossible person obsessively after seeing the best thing.

"Lin Hen," He Jing turned his head to look into Lin Hen's eyes, with childish confusion in his eyes, "Why do you think I can't leave you?"

Lin Hen looked at those beautiful and piercing eyes quietly, the more addicted he was, the easier it was to be stabbed by this beauty, but unfortunately when he understood this truth, his body was already covered in bruises.

He raised his hand and touched it lightly, and He Jing closed his eyes obediently.

"Because I'm used to it." Lin Hen said softly.

"No," He Jing grabbed his hand and frowned, "I—"

He Jing's cell phone rang suddenly outside, He Jing's words were interrupted, he took a breath, took the towel and handed it to Lin Hen, pushed the door out of the bathroom to answer the phone.

Lin Hen didn't move, he slumped in the bathtub for a while before picking up a towel to wipe his hair, his whole body ached, He Jing went crazy as if he didn't know he was tired, he might not pass the college entrance examination if he struggled twice more.

Just as he was thinking in a mess, He Jing's angry shout suddenly came from outside the door.

"What are you trying to threaten me with?! Don't take a chicken feather as an arrow!"

"Whoever dares to touch me, I'll fucking let you die first!"

"Why don't I dare, if you make a move, I'll set up a branch, you see if I dare."

……

Lin Hen forced himself to wipe it clean and put on his clothes, and bumped into He Jing as soon as he opened the door.

Looking at each other, Lin Hen subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

He Jing hugged Lin Hen by the waist, and said angrily as he walked towards the bed: "My dad's secretary, who only pouted his ass for a few days, thought he was flying on a branch and turned into a phoenix, so dare to control me, what kind of thing is it?" Stupid!"

Secretary... Lin Hen understood that the frequency of changing his secretary in New Year's Eve was already a topic of conversation in the circle.

He Jing's mother was the best Omega, but she didn't know when she suddenly disappeared from the public eye. Lin Hen had been with He Jing for so many years, and she had never seen her once, let alone heard her mentioned by He Jing. Most people don't know about it, but those who have a close relationship with Jiang Ciwen keep it secret.

"Don't mention her." He Jing put down Lin Hen, and lay down on the bed himself, lifting the quilt to cover the two people, hugging Lin Hen tightly, "Sleep."

Lin Hen closed his eyes, but couldn't help but think carefully about the two words He Jing called out.

Finally came to a conclusion - He Nian found out what He Jing was doing in the hospital, and sent his secretary over to ask.

Lin Hen was shrouded in unease. Compared with He Jing, He Nian had always treated him with contempt. In this situation, Lin Hen was not worried about what He Nian would do to him, but he was worried about his mother.

With a lot of things in his mind, tired and sleepy, Lin Hen fell asleep after a while.

In the dream, everything was groggy, like someone was crying or someone was making noise, I had a headache when I fell asleep, and I couldn’t remember anything when I woke up.

Lin He rubbed his eyes, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear.

He Jing didn't know when he got up, he was leaning on the bed typing something with his laptop.

Seeing that Lin Hen had woken up, He Jing immediately tilted his head and kissed him on the forehead, with a smile that was so gentle that it made people lose their minds: "I slept for almost ten hours, are you so tired?"

"Ten hours?" Lin Hen subconsciously looked out of the window, the sky was getting dark, and he actually slept until night, suddenly remembered something, he forced himself to sit up: "Remedial teacher..."

He Jing wrapped his arms around his waist, pulled him into his arms, and rubbed his cheek against the top of his hair: "I let them go, you haven't slept enough, what lessons do you make up?"

Lin Hen's gaze fell on He Jing's laptop, He Jing followed his gaze, and snorted disdainfully: "Who gave her the courage to threaten me."

Lin Hen couldn't understand these complicated charts, but guessed it was related to the secretary who called in the morning: "What?"

He Jing squeezed Lin Hen's waist, raised his eyebrows slightly: "A little 'warning', who told my dad to let me start contacting the company before I was an adult, if he wasn't so anxious, I wouldn't be able to grasp it So many things."

Thinking of all the quarrels between He Jing and He Nian in the past, Lin Hen fell silent.

The characters of the father and son are stronger than the other. He said before that only He Nian can subdue He Jing, but conversely, only He Jing can make He Nian a headache.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this," He Jing closed the computer, "Are you hungry? I'll send someone to bring food over, what do you want to eat?"

"Whatever, meat."

After a simple meal, Lin Hen immediately took out his homework. There was no one else in front of him. He took advantage of the opportunity and asked He Jing if he could talk. He Jing immediately had an expression of "why not", and took the make-up teacher's seat as a matter of course.

"Why are you still so obsessed with subjects?" He Jing held Lin Hen's math paper in one hand, and twirled the pen with the other hand. His eyes moved, and he suddenly thought of something: "It's boring to study so much. How about it, you write a big one correctly." How about I draw a picture for you?"

Lin Hen looked at the fork on the test paper and nodded: "It's all right."

He Jing paused: "What did you say?"

"Draw it."

He Jing put down the pen, frowned and stared at Lin Hen, emphatically: "I said I want to draw for you."

Lin Hen didn't want to spend too much time on meaningless things, so he heard the words: "Then draw a flower."

He Jing frowned and looked at him, and asked relentlessly, "What flower?"

"……Rose."

"Rose?" He Jing murmured in disgust, "It's not vulgar, it's all over the street."

Lin Hen was noncommittal: "Then you can do anything else, why choose B for this question?"

"I'm talking about painting!" He Jing suddenly became upset, dropped his pen and leaned on the chair to stare at him, "Don't you want it? Who are you showing this expression to? I'm begging you for it? "

Lin Hen picked up the pen and put it back on the table: "No."

"Then laugh!" He Jing was so angry that he wanted to pound the table.

He doesn't know what's wrong, Lin Hen is so aggrieved by this now, Lin Hen likes his paintings the most, his eyes were bright when he saw him painting, he said to paint for Lin Hen, Lin Hen Can giggle for days.

Instead of being like this now, as if what he gave was dispensable to Lin Hen, he would rather Lin Hen quarrel and argue with him like before than see Lin Hen indifferent to everything.

Although they were "in love", he couldn't feel the slightest joy from Lin Hen. Lin Hen was like an emotionless puppet who didn't care about his every move. The thread holding Lin Hen was not in his hands. The feeling made him irritable.

What kind of relationship is this? Is this what Lin Hen wanted before?What's the point!

It's not as good as before, Lin Hen circled around him because he was angry because he laughed, and Lin Hen could be happy for a long time just by saying a word.

Now it's a fucking relationship!

Lin Hen looked down at the test paper: "My mother is in the intensive care unit, I can't laugh."

He Jing choked up, this reason blocked all his next words, and it could suffocate him immediately.

"Lin Hen, you'll fucking make me angry." After He Jing finished speaking, he gave the test paper a vicious look, kicked the chair away and strode out.

Lin Hen looked at the fork on the test paper, took out the straw paper and calculated it by himself.

Still wrong.

He doesn't know how to act, and he always speaks straightforwardly. He would rather not say something, and he can't tell a lie, otherwise he won't be laughed at by He Jing all the time.

He Jing's painting, he didn't want it a long time ago.

Whether it was a promise to others "I want to draw as many pictures as I want", or I said to him "I will never draw for you in this life", or it was torn or burned...There are too many reasons and it is too sad. He didn't want to recall them one by one, all that remained in his heart was numbness and sadness.

Lin Hen froze and changed his homework for a while, when He Jing's amplified voice suddenly came from outside, and he didn't know who he was calling.

"Who am I with? I am myself, and I have no one to accompany me. I really feed the dog."

"Drink a fart, I'm not in the mood!"

"Lin Hen? Why mention him? You know how to piss people off."

"Is there any medicine? I am so angry that my heart hurts now."

……

Lin Hen looked at the boss's door which was deliberately opened. After a long while, he couldn't listen anymore, and pushed the door open with the physics paper and straw paper.

"I'm sad? Can a sad person still die? I—" He Jing raised his head, met Lin Hen's face, the corner of his mouth quickly hooked, and the next second his impatient expression resumed, "Okay, hang up, you What are you doing, just whimpering."

Jiang Ciwen on the other end of the phone: "...All right." You are top A, you are right.

He Jing threw the phone aside casually, squinting at Lin Hen: "What are you doing? Remember you have a boyfriend?"

As soon as the word boyfriend came out, Lin Hen was stunned.

He Jing added too many additional conditions to the word "love" and it has long since become impure, but the word "boyfriend" still moved Lin Hen's heart. Beside Jing, held back for a while, and said: "It's too difficult, I don't even know how to do it."

He Jing looked at him without saying a word.

Lin Hen put the straw paper in his hand, spread out the test paper on his own initiative, put the pen into his hand, thought for a while, and said: "I still want roses, I like roses, before... I gave them to you They're all roses, too."

He Jing snorted, reluctantly picked up a pen and drew a few strokes on the paper, then turned the page inadvertently, deliberately pointed the paper at Lin Hen, and looked at the big topic on the other side.

With just a few strokes, a blooming fiery red rose leaps onto the paper, as if you can smell the fragrance of flowers through the paper.

Lin Hen stared straight at it, unknowingly stunned, he never knew that a cheap red ballpoint pen could draw such beautiful flowers, without complicated strokes, just simple outline, so vivid.

He Jing never used to paint casually, let alone draw on a messy place like a roll of paper.

At this moment, Lin Hen couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth, and lightly pressed the paper next to the rose, as if he had touched the brightly colored petals, so soft and fragile.

Looking back in time, the boy holding the rose in his memory turned into what he is now. Who would believe that the murderer was the one who drew the rose.

As gentle as it is cruel.

Lin Hen lowered his head, his dry heart was chapped and bleeding, this rose red was of little help to the wounds in his heart, after five years of draining and crushing him, he finally got what he was most attached to before, and his heart beat wildly without the strength up.

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