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

After saying "I have a high fever of almost [-] degrees, I need to ask for a day off", the boss asked Lin Hen to ask for leave next time he has something to do, don't tell such lies that he is an idiot!

Lin Hen apologized while patting his forehead and wished him a prosperous business. When he put down his phone, he felt like an idiot.

When He Jing was painting, he was used to someone sitting across from him and looking at him—doing nothing, just sitting across from him, unable to see what he was painting, unable to speak, unable to move around, and unable to go out in the middle.

The top-level Alpha has a strong aura, and He Jing's character is domineering and accustomed. When painting, he concentrates physically and mentally, and often subconsciously releases pheromones.

The winter cold wind raged in the studio, and sometimes the normal Omega was brought in. Before He Jing started painting, the Omega couldn't stand the heat.

He Jing is very obsessed with cleanliness, thinking that Omega pheromones have polluted his territory, and often throws people out halfway through the painting.

Later, it was replaced by Beta and Alpha with beautiful looks and outstanding temperament, but He Jing painted for a long time, and he often did not eat or drink for more than ten hours a day. He was top A with strong physical fitness, but others couldn't stand it, and in the end he scratched his head and fidgeted. of.

He Jing was most annoyed by this, it affected his mood.

Only 15-year-old Lin Hen was different. For Lin Hen, being able to look at He Jing up close without paying anything for a whole day, even though he couldn't speak or move, was enough to flatter him.

Only Lin Hen could perfectly do nothing, just watch He Jing quietly and seriously, without moving for a whole day.So in the end, when He Jing wanted to paint, he habitually called Lin Hen to come. In a blink of an eye, Lin Hen had been painting with him for five years.

Lin Hen couldn't help but think, if He Jing asked him to go because he liked him, that would be great.

Lin Hen's house is directly opposite the high school. It is a house issued by his mother's previous unit. It is so old that the mother and son put their hands together and say "tomorrow will be demolished" every day.

At that time, my father left behind a butt of gambling debts and ran away with his little lover. My mother faced the stern-looking loan collector alone, drew a knife on her neck, and blood flowed, and then forced the group of people back and saved their mother and child. The only remaining property of the two is the house.

Ms. Lin Yueqiu has always been like this, strong, stubborn, and desperate... This is the direction of Lin Hen's learning.

He stood in front of the door, holding the plastic bag tighter and tighter, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Mom, I'm back!"

No movement.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, Lin Hen simply pushed open the door, ran in, and shouted, "Mom! Good evening!"

Ms. Lin Yueqiu was sitting on the sofa in the living room facing the security door, her face was normal, and she was still holding an unfinished scarf, looking at him calmly.

Lin Hen swallowed.

Lin Yueqiu put down her sewing, took a sip of tea from her thermos cup, and glanced at Lin Hen out of the corner of her eyes: "Are you back?"

Lin Hen stood upright: "Ah, good evening, Mom."

"Come here," Lin Yueqiu nodded her chin, "sit down."

Before Lin Hen entered the door, the thoughts of "being strong, stubborn, desperate" and "I want to learn from my mother" were instantly wiped out. The gangster was like a three-good student at home, and sat down beside Lin Yueqiu honestly, holding his hands in his hand. Handed her the plastic bag, smiling like the Erha raised by Grandma Wang downstairs.

"Mom, I bought you a pig's trotter, eat it while it's hot."

Lin Yueqiu took the hot pig's trotters and put them aside, took off her reading glasses, and pinched the bridge of her nose.

From the angle of Lin Hen, I can clearly see the trembling of the jaw line caused by my mother biting her back molars...

"Let's talk," Ms. Lin Yueqiu was taking care of her health recently, and it was rare that she didn't hit her directly, "Why didn't you come back last night?"

"I'm going to Luo Haoshan's house—"

"Lin Xiaohen!!!" Lin Yueqiu slapped the coffee table violently.

"I was wrong!!!" Lin Hen jumped up from the sofa in an instant and stood up straight.

"Are you looking for that kid He Jing again! Isn't it!"

"No--"

"lie!"

"I was wrong!"

"If you make a mistake, don't change it! I've told you [-] times! Don't hang out with him! What kind of good thing is that? You like a little girl, boy, no, you like him, and you want to be like your mother for the rest of your life." On Alpha?"

Lin Hen's fingers on his side were stiff, thinking of He Jing's words, he forced a smile, leaned over to pinch her shoulders, and said with a smirk, "Mom, you said it's not evil, I just like him very much, you My son's vision is so high that other girls and boys don't think I'm as handsome, so I have to find someone who looks better than me, don't you think?"

"It's a fart." Lin Yueqiu pinched the flesh at the root of Lin Hen's thigh and twisted it hard, the pain made Lin Hen burst into tears.

"Mom, mom, mom, I was wrong, I was wrong, hiss, pain, pain, pain..."

"You know it hurts and you don't have a long memory!" Lin Yueqiu pulled his dog's paw away, stared at him for a while, and then said: "Why are you holding me? I'm full? Get out of the kitchen and eat! Go to bed early today, Hei You can write with a brush dipped in the eye sockets."

"Got it, Mom! You're so kind!" Lin Hen jumped up, and jumped into the kitchen in three or two steps. After a while of tinkling, a voice came out: "Mom, I leave early for work tomorrow, so you don't need to bring me something to cook. It's all over."

"If you want to eat, no one will make it for you!"

"My mother is a big beauty with a sharp mouth and a tofu heart!"

"Eat yours!"

The next day Lin Hen went out early, last night his mother asked him to give something to a colleague, he was afraid of making He Jing angry by being late, so he deliberately left half an hour earlier.

In the end, he was afraid that something would come, and his colleague was delayed by something, and he came to pick it up more than an hour late. Lin Hen didn't even listen to the polite words, so he stopped a taxi and left.

By the time He Jing arrived at his house in the suburbs, it was already past ten o'clock.

Lin Hen didn't care about the pain, and ran in immediately after giving the money.

The servants all knew him, and Lin Hen rushed into the studio on the third floor unimpeded, but was stopped when he was about to enter.

The young servant was familiar with Lin Hen, and his name was Ding Li. Looking at him now, he lowered his voice in embarrassment and said, "Mr. Lin, the young master is busy, so I can't disturb you."

Lin Hen said "hmm" to express his understanding, and then leaned against the wall to gasp for breath. His forehead was sweating in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, and the studio door was closed tightly. It was obvious that he was not welcome to be late.

He Jing would get up very early when he wanted to paint, and from the moment he entered, no one could come in or out of the studio, so if Lin Hen was late, he could only sit on the sofa in the reception room next door and wait for him to come out.

If it happens that He Jing is in a bad mood, the sofa is gone, and he can only stand and wait at the door—for example, Ding Li will not stop him without He Jing's order, let alone hang him in the air. He is not allowed to rest in the reception room here,

Lin Hen pulled his collar, stood by the door, and thought with great strength in his heart: He just provoked He Jing yesterday, and he was late again today, so he will definitely be punished.

As Lin Hen expected, He Jing in the room was very angry.

There was supposed to be a boy sitting on the chair in Yu Guangli, he pulled it and looked at him foolishly, it took a whole day to see... Lin Hen dared to leave early yesterday, and dare to be late today!

The top-level Alpha has keen five senses, and he heard all the conversations outside the door, making He Jing even more angry.

Don't know how to come in and apologize if you make a mistake?

If standing punishment is useful, what do you need? Wouldn’t it be nice for him to hire a group of people to stand outside the studio every day!

……

Lin Hen leaned against the wall and switched legs. After running all the way, he was very sore now.

He Jing has always had a bad temper. Every time the two of them had conflicts, Lin Hen was physically and mentally exhausted. He was so stubborn that all his brain cells had been spent on chasing He Jing. Any more would not be enough. Come out and learn to coax people.

The consequence of the two of them fighting was that Lin Hen couldn't bear to fight, nor could he scold. He couldn't coax him with a stupid mouth, so he could only bite the bullet and endure He Jing's increasingly unreasonable violent mood.

He was relieved when He Jing finished venting.

Lin Hen was ready to stand for a day of punishment, but just half an hour later, the door was pushed open from the inside.

He Jing's gloomy face that was about to drip appeared in front of his eyes. He was wearing a black shirt today. The expensive fabric with dark patterns just rightly highlights the line of his body. His broad shoulders, slender arms, and thin waist and abdomen complement his whole body. Everyone was repressed and stern. Their lower body was a pair of trousers of the same style, wrapped around two straight long legs. They were much more handsome than those models and stars on TV. After staring blankly, Lin Hen realized that He Jing He should have just met some important person, and entered the studio before changing clothes.

"I don't know if I'm here, but wait for me to invite you?"

Lin Hen choked up, and then said: "No, I'm afraid to disturb your painting, so I'll go in now."

Lin Hen didn't mention Ding Li's words, because he knew that He Jing must have said something like "Don't let Lin Hen in". Now if Ding Li and He Jing were to confront each other, he would get used to rough skin and thick flesh, and Ding Li would die. deal.

"Afraid to disturb me?" He Jing sneered, the sunlight hit his back through the window of the studio, the stern outline sank into the darkness, he couldn't distinguish his emotions, and his whole body was suppressed, "Afraid of disturbing me, Or are you dissatisfied with me asking you to come and accompany me today?"

"You couldn't see me today if I didn't want to come over."

"Then you won't go in?"

"I..." Lin Hen took a deep breath, feeling like he was arguing with the children in the middle class of the kindergarten whether the sun is round or square, "I want to watch you outside the door."

He Jing frowned: "The door is closed and you fucking watch the air?"

Lin Hen didn't want to make him angry, but he didn't know how to reason, so he could only apologize in a straight man's way: "It was my fault, is that okay?"

"What's your attitude towards me? Can you fucking talk?" He Jing narrowed his eyes, and the furious coercion from the top Alpha slammed around indiscriminately.

Ding Li was an ordinary Alpha, she couldn't bear it at all, she was about to collapse as soon as she rolled her eyes, Lin Hen's eyelids twitched, and when she saw the person fall, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to follow her.

Before he could hug Ding Li, his wrist was suddenly grasped, and a huge force pulled him over, crashing his whole body into He Jing's chest.

"You fucking touch him and I'll chop him up, believe it or not."

"Bam—"

The sound of Ding Li hitting the back of his head was clear and crisp.

Lin Hen: "... letter."

He Jing's obsession with cleanliness is not only manifested in pheromones, but also in his requirements for bed partners - either virgins, or... just like him, he has only slept with He Jing.

Lin Hen couldn't understand these rich people most of the time, but sometimes he could understand a little bit.

When I really like someone, I don’t care about these at all, I only care about whether this person likes me too, if yes, then we will be together, if not, then I will work hard, and then we will be together.

Only when you don’t like it at all, and you just want to vent your desire, like going to the mall to buy clothes, throwing money to put forward various standards and requirements, and then pick and choose, take away many pieces in large and small bags, and throw them away after wearing them for a long time. Replace when worn out.

As for why he has been with He Jing for so long and hasn't been thrown or replaced, it may be because a fool like him can't find a second one, which is considered rare.

He Jing pushed Lin Hen away and looked at the servants: "You're still not getting out, what are you doing looking at me?"

Several Betas hurriedly helped Ding Li up, and left in a panic, only Lin Hen and He Jing were left here.

"It's my fault," Lin Hen looked up, looked at the unhappy face, and sighed in his heart, no matter whether it was justified or not, he apologized first, "I shouldn't have left early yesterday, if you are still angry, punish me .”

He could stand for a whole day without eating or drinking, if He Jing could calm down.

"I know it's your fault for making me angry by being late today." He Jing grabbed his chin forcefully and ground his teeth, "Did you do it on purpose? Lin Hen."

"Yesterday, my mother asked me to go home and I left. This morning, my mother asked me to give it to someone—"

"What does it have to do with me?" He Jing interrupted him impatiently, "Do I need to worry about your business?"

Lin Hen held his breath in his heart, closed his eyes hard, and suppressed the feeling of powerlessness from the inside out, before saying, "No."

I'm rushing, it has nothing to do with you.

"If you don't let go of your anger, punish me casually, and I will accept it."

"Punish me casually?" He Jing's eyes flashed, and he viciously increased the strength of his fingers. Lin Hen's chin turned white before he let go of his hand. His eyes fell on his pale lips frivolously, and he said maliciously: " Then you are here, tell me."

"What!" Lin Hen suddenly raised his head and stared at him, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

He Jing leaned against the white European-style wooden door impatiently, dressed in black like a demon who didn't know the weight of love so he played with it at will, he stretched out his index finger and middle finger and nodded at the corner of Lin Hen's mouth: "Don't make me repeat it a second time."

Lin Hen clenched his fists tightly, trying not to yell impulsively, restrained himself until finally trembling all over, then gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his throat: "I said, I don't need to speak."

"Is this what you said 'whatever'?" He Jing raised his hand, and when Lin Hen was about to speak, he suddenly put his fingers into Lin Hen's mouth, clamped his tongue, squeezed it, and sneered, "You don't need to talk, then why don't you talk?" What's left? Lin Hen, why didn't I realize that you are so fond of pretending to be so high-spirited, your ass is fucked by me casually, why are you still keeping your mouth shut?"

Lin Hen slapped his hand away, and there was a strange sourness in his mouth. The man's self-esteem was thrown on the ground and stepped into the mud by the person he liked the most. His shame for himself and his love for many years made him look straight at He Jing I couldn't even do it, so I could only turn my head and shout: "You fucking don't push yourself!"

He Jing withdrew his hand, looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around and entered the studio, and said coldly and ironically, "Take your precious mouth and get out."

Lin Hen was startled, looking at his back in a moment of bewilderment.

After He Jing finished speaking, he sat on his chair, turned his head to look at him, and said indifferently, "Why don't you get out?"

Lin Hen was stunned for a few seconds, as if roots had taken root on his feet, he couldn't move.

He knew He Jing well, once he stepped out of this door, the consequences would be unbearable for him.

I like it so much, I like it so much that I have been chasing after it for five years, I can't wait to say "I like you, why don't you try to like me too?" Like it, He Jing is his second life, he can't, can't stop Fate...he can't go, can't go.

When you leave, it's all gone.

There was a voice in his mind coaxing him, repeating again and again, the temptation: He Jing just loves to play, it’s not that he has no feelings, and it’s not that he wants you to have sex with someone else, this person is He Jing, if you agree, he will like you A little bit... Be soft with the person you like, confess love, don't be ashamed... Let's do it... Let's do it...

Lin Hen's eyes were empty, he took a step mechanically, and closed the door behind him.

There was a "click", as if something very important was shut out.

The corners of He Jing's lips curled up triumphantly, he leaned back on the chair, spread his legs, and looked at Lin Hen leisurely.

He knew that Lin Hen would not refuse him, and Lin Hen would give him whatever he wanted.

When he squatted down, Lin Hen was clear-headed. He knew what he was doing, but he was at a loss. He didn't know whether the repeated concessions could really bring him closer to He Jing.