intangible heritage

"Father, look at the painting!" Qin Nian held the painting in his soft, white and fat arms, and couldn't wait to share it with Qin Rong across the screen.

The painting is very simple, with colorful crayons to scribble at will. In the thick ink and heavy colors, two human figures can be vaguely seen. Qin Nian pointed to the shorter one and said in a coquettish voice, "This is me," he pointed to the other One on the high side, "This is Dad."

Qin Rong's eyes lingered greedily on Qin Nian's face, he was not injured, and he was in a good state of mind. After confirming this, the boulder hanging high in his heart finally fell to the ground, "Well, it looks good."

Jiang Xun left.

In the evening, he received this video call.

While Qin Nian was painting, his little face suddenly collapsed, "Father, when can I go back?"

Qin Rong didn't want to take Qin Nian back, but Jiang Xun was determined not to let him find Qin Nian, and the people he sent out have not responded so far, so he had no choice but to coax Qin Nian, "Dad has gone out to work, so I can't take care of him." Nian Nian, Nian Nian, would you like to play with your uncles for a few days?"

"Okay." Qin Nian put the drawing paper into his arms and nodded heavily, "Dad must miss you."

"Think." Seeing Qin Nian's sensible and obedient appearance, Qin Rong's heart almost melted. This was the first time he was separated from Qin Nian. He pursed his lips and moved his gaze out of the window. The afterglow was all over the ground, lonely and silent. .

Did he bet wrong.

"Dad is shy."

Qin Rong came back to his senses, "What are you ashamed of?"

"Is daddy going to cry?"

"No."

"My eyes are red, Nian Nian saw it." Qin Nian stretched out his hand, his small white and soft palm, stroking in front of the screen, he leaned close to the screen, and said in a childish voice, "Dad, don't cry. You can see Nian Nian in a few days."

"it is good."

Qin Rong didn't talk much, most of it was Qin Nian who was talking, and he was agreeing. After chatting for about half an hour, A Ze appeared in the camera, and the scar was still eye-catching.

Aze grinned and said, "Master Qin, we meet again."

"Nian Nian has a bad nose and bleeds easily. There must be a humidifier in the room where he sleeps." Qin Rong had nothing to say to A Ze, but thinking that Qin Nian was in his hands, he couldn't help but soften his tone, "I'm sorry .”

After hanging up the video call, Qin Rong went to the study to deal with work. When he looked up again, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and the downstairs was quiet. Since the evening, no one had come in or out.

Jiang Xun didn't come back.

He obviously should breathe a sigh of relief, but he was panicked in his heart.

—Brother, after so many years, you really still hate me.

——Then why did you seduce me in the first place?

He slowly stroked the gland on the side of his neck. There was an old scar there, and he could clearly feel it through his clothes. It was hot under his fingertips, as if he was longing for something.

The next day, after putting on the bite stopper, Qin Rong changed his glasses and rushed to the company. Because he didn't sleep well, his lower eyelids were slightly blue, and his whole body exuded an aura of not being close to strangers.

"Little President Qin."

Stepping into the company, Mr. Qin's voices came and went one after another. Many people caught a glimpse of Qin Rong's face and didn't dare to breathe for a moment.

On the surface, everyone respectfully called Qin Rong a little Mr. Qin, but behind the scenes, they gave Qin Rong another name, Rong Yan Wang, and the senior officials of the Qin family all have bright eyes and hearts. This Qin Rong is a monster who cannibalizes people but does not spit out bones. , the crime fell into his hands, no one can have a good life.

"The last quarter's operating report?"

Qin Rong has always spoken in a calm and toneless manner, but today he brought in doubts, and the legs of the director of operations sitting on the left side of the long conference table immediately went limp.

"Good."

Ancestor, don't breathe when you speak, the director of operations wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and laughed a few times without daring to speak.

"When will Song Mengsheng's endorsement end?"

The chief operating officer glanced at Qin Rong's face and said, "Next month."

"Continue to sign." Qin Rong gently raised the edge of his glasses with his fingertips.

After the regular meeting was over, Fu Lin followed Qin Rong back to the office, "Mr. Qin, are you still going to the omega school's speech tomorrow?"

Qin Rong took off the bite stopper, leaned on the back of the chair, and said lightly, "Go."

Fu Lin hesitated and said: "Mr. Qin, what this subordinate said is not pleasant. You are in an embarrassing situation. The Alpha Association has seen you unhappy for a long time. If you go to an omega college, it will be easy to fall into the public eye."

As an alpha, Qin Rong seeks benefits for omega everywhere, even established the omega foundation in Frost City, and gave lectures on omega equality in various universities. These actions have largely offended the interests of some people in the alpha association.

"A group of dry food." Qin Rong said coldly, "What else can I do except talk? If I depend on the face of this group of trash, then am I not as good as this group of trash?"

Fu Lin nodded, and seemed to agree with Qin Rong's words, not to mention that since Qin Rong had made up his mind, it would be futile for him to say anything, so he put down the document and walked out.

At noon, the temperature was still low, and Qin Rong was afraid of heat, so the air conditioner in the office was kept at a low temperature all year round, but today, for some reason, Qin Rong was sweating on his forehead, as if his whole body had been thrown into a stove, burning hot Unbearable.

He raised his eyes to look at the calendar. From yesterday to next week, a few days were circled with red pen. Qin Rong frowned when he saw it. No wonder he was hot. It turned out that the fever period was coming. It was because there were so many things yesterday that he forgot all of a sudden.

He opened the drawer to find the inhibitor, and after searching for a long time, he only found two empty boxes.

After finishing the work in a hurry, Qin Rong didn't dare to stay in the company any longer. The alpha pheromone on his body could hardly cover up his omega pheromone, so he went downstairs to the pharmacy near the company and bought some inhibitors.

"Mr. Qin?"

Just as he was about to go out, Qin Rong was suddenly stopped by someone. He pursed his lips and turned around, a delicate and fair face appeared in his eyes.

Quite familiar, but Qin Rong couldn't remember who he was, "You are?"

"I'm Song Mengsheng." He leaned forward familiarly, and when he smiled, there were two faint dimples on his lips.

Qin Rong has an impression, but...

He looked Song Mengsheng up and down, and it was different from what he had seen before.

Song Mengsheng explained: "It has been fine-tuned."

"Hmm." Qin Rong didn't wonder why he appeared here. At this point, he must have come to sign the contract.

Song Mengsheng stared at the medicine bag in Qin Rong's hand, and asked doubtfully, "Has your omega fever expired?"

Qin Rong didn't change his face and said: "Well," he paused, and he said rather coldly: "What's the matter with you?"

"No..." Song Mengsheng was startled by Qin Rong's indifferent attitude.

Qin Rong stopped talking and turned around and left. Song Mengsheng, who was left behind, sniffed the pheromones in the air, and frowned strangely, "How could there be omega pheromones?"

However, his curiosity didn't last long, so he took out his mobile phone to make a call, and it took him a while to get through.

"Brother Xun," Song Mengsheng said softly, "Guess who I saw just now?"

Jiang Xun said impatiently, "Who?"

"Brother Xun, you are so fierce." Song Mengsheng muttered dissatisfiedly, "I saw Mr. Qin."

Jiang Xun paused when he was about to hang up the phone. He walked to the balcony with a cigarette between his hands, "Well, then?"

"His omega seems to have reached the fever stage."

"Fever period?"

"That's right, I saw him buy the inhibitor," Song Mengsheng recalled Qin Rong's delicate face, and couldn't help sighing, "President Xiao Qin is so good-looking."

He blushed, as if he was afraid of Jiang Xun's misunderstanding, and immediately added: "However, I only like you, Brother Xun~"

But Jiang Xun's attention was completely on the inhibitor, and he didn't catch a word of what Song Mengsheng said next.

He bit his cigarette butt, squinted his eyes, brother's fever is coming?