The protagonist's "white moonlight" ran with me [Quick Transmigration]

Qiu Yun was very upset.

Thinking of him as the majestic supreme being in the fairy world, he would not even blink his eyes when facing the danger of his life.

Even if he was fearless when he ascended and slashed the demons, but now he was defeated in a small period of susceptibility. If this is passed back to the fairy world and his acquaintances or adopted son Guiting know about it, what face will he have?

The reincarnation mirror, which has never had a sense of existence, sensed Xianzun's thoughts.

Shrinking his neck, he didn't say a word, pretending to be in a deep sleep, so as not to embarrass the immortal.

Unaware of it, Qiu Yun stared at the closed elevator door with tears in his eyes, his legs moved stupidly.

He exhausted all his willpower, endured the twitching veins on his forehead, and red eyes, before he could barely restrain the chasing one——legs moved.

He rushed down from the [-]th floor at a speed never seen in his life. With tears all over his face and wet bangs, he leaned on the wall with one hand and blocked the elevator door panting.

— There was a ding.

The elevator door suddenly opened.

The tremblingly familiar rust-smelling pheromone entered his breath.

An unexplained sense of joy and steadfastness rippling and spreading in my heart.This infinitely expanding joy reached its peak at the moment when Zhou Qiyuan, who was tall and leggy, came into view.

Qiu Yun shamefully surrendered.

He didn't want to admit it, but his legs had a mind of their own.

He jumped into Zhou Qiyuan's arms uncontrollably and coiled himself up, taking the lead in rebellion, setting a bad example for his hands, voluntarily hooking up the other's neck, followed by head and nose, rebelling like a drug addict , buried in the neck of the other party, eagerly looking for pheromones.

Zhou Qiyuan was stunned for a moment, he really didn't expect to be chased by his own children before he walked out of the building.

Smelling the calming pheromone, he stood for a moment.

After reacting, he wrapped his arms around the other person's waist very naturally, pressed the person in his arms, lowered his eyes and saw that the person in his arms was still wearing pajamas, and even hugged the person back into the elevator, and pressed the eighteenth floor.

Today is the weekend, and the elevator went all the way back to the eighteenth floor without hindrance.

Zhou Qiyuan carried Qiu Yun who was sucking pheromone in his arms all the way back home effortlessly, took out the key to open the door and took it with him, and then sat on the sofa with his legs.

The head buried in the neck is a little restless.

Sniffing around, like a little milk dog patrolling the territory, clingy and milky, it softened his heart even more than the normal indifference before, but the next moment he frowned again——

Yanping is more clingy than he thought.

It is normal for A to stick to O in the susceptible period, but it is not normal to stick to one A.

He used to mark him as a little O before, but he didn't pay attention to it, but just now Yanping chased him downstairs... This situation is exactly the same as A sticky O.

Could it be that Yanping really regarded him as a little O?

Zhou Qiyuan, who came to this conclusion, didn't know whether to be angry and offended, or to laugh at his own child who couldn't even tell AO.

But after thinking about it, his children lacked care since they were young, and shut themselves up on the empty third floor without playmates and friends. Most of their understanding of the susceptible period came from textbooks and the Internet.

And he is Yanping's first 'friend'.

It occupies a special place in Yanping's heart.

Yanping’s secondary differentiation smells the first person’s pheromone is also his, so the brain remembers his pheromone, and then feeds it back to the gland, and the body is guided by the gland’s instructions, so that gender and physiological instinct can be ignored .

Thinking about it this way, Zhou Qiyuan instantly felt reasonable.

He lowered his head and softened his expression, raised his hand to touch his child's head, but touched the sweat on his hand, thinking that the child was blocked at the elevator entrance before he took the elevator, and immediately felt angry and distressed.

I can't scold, and I can't bear to scold.

I had no choice but to carry the child who didn't let go to the bathroom in his bedroom, and coaxed softly while filling the bathtub: "Hey, come down and take a hot bath first, and I will take you to work with me later."

This sound is good, just like coaxing a real child.

Hearing this, Qiuyun's ears turned red - shame.

But inhaling the other party's pheromone - the sweet smell of blood is wrapped with the faint fragrance of plants and trees, so comfortable that every pore of him naturally relaxes, and the great satisfaction is indescribable.

Qiu Yun felt that his personality seemed to be split into two—one was the greedy and crying self, and the other was the calm self who watched him cry coldly.

The two personalities switch seamlessly.

The last second was crying uncontrollably, and when he was satisfied, he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

Jumping down from Zhou Qiyuan's arms, he turned his eyes away sullenly, not daring to look directly at his own embarrassment from the other's pupils.

How could Zhou Qiyuan fail to see his awkwardness?

He suppressed a smile, turned around and was about to exit the bathroom, when he tightened his cuffs, he saw an extra hand on the cuffs when he turned his head.

A's inner sensitivity in this period is one aspect.

Strong possessiveness is also one aspect, and possessiveness includes clinginess.

"I'll get you a change of clothes." Zhou Qiyuan said nicely.

Qiu Yun wanted to let it go, but the hand had its own thoughts, he couldn't move it, and kept pulling it tighter and tighter.

"Good boy." Zhou Qiyuan turned around and touched his head with his left hand. With his fingertips, he lifted the sweat-soaked bangs on his forehead, bent slightly, looked straight into his eyes, and said softly: "I Be back soon, trust me? Huh?"

Qiu Yun wanted to nod, but his hand said no.

Something is clearly not right about this situation.

I only heard that A absorbs O's pheromone, but I have never seen A absorb A.

It's rare for an AA in the susceptible period not to fight, let alone someone like him who uses A's pheromone to relieve possessiveness.Could it be that his accumulated feelings for Yuan have affected the gland's perception of pheromones?

Except for this possibility, there is no way to explain it scientifically.

Zhou Qiyuan had no choice but to take off his coat and stuff it to Qiu Yun: "Hold my clothes first, I'll be right back."

Clothes smell of residual pheromones.

Qiu Yun could barely accept it, but seeing the person disappearing at the door, his eyes began to sore again.

He hurriedly buried his head in his clothes, sniffed the scent on it, and used his strong willpower to control his legs that wanted to keep up, thinking deeply in his mind that there was any way to isolate this uncontrollable emotion.

Actually, there is a one-and-done solution.

That is, after AO is formed, the pheromones of AO will fuse, and the hormones in the two bodies will reach a balance, and the symptoms of the susceptible period and the hot tide period will gradually alleviate.

For AO that has not formed a knot, the susceptibility period and the climax period are once a year.

Although Qiu Yun is annoyed by this damn susceptible period, she will not permanently mark an O for her own benefit——

So... When the susceptibility period is over, he will start researching. He must research a medicine that can isolate this kind of emotion. Otherwise, once a year, who can bear it?

Qiu Yun was thinking about it, and footsteps came from the door.

He quickly raised his head, and saw Zhou Qiyuan walking over with a suit of clothes, put them on the shelf next to him, and said, "The water is almost full, take a shower first, and I will accompany you at the door."

"Yes..." Qiu Yun hesitated for a moment: "Will it delay your work?"

"It doesn't matter, I just wrote a report when I went. I originally wanted to go early and return early. It's okay to go later later." Zhou Qiyuan patted his head comfortingly: "Go take a shower."

After finishing speaking, he took the coat, walked out of the bathroom, closed the door, turned his back to the frosted glass door, and found a topic: "What did you do during my absence?"

Qiu Yun took off his clothes, lay down in the bathtub, submerged his body in warmth, he let out a long sigh of relief, narrowed his sour eyes and said: "After school, play games with Xichun on weekends."

"How are you doing? Is it okay to live here?"

"Except for Zhao Yan'an coming to me from time to time to ask about your situation, everything else is fine."

"Zhao Yan'an often looks for you?" Zhou Qiyuan asked from across the door.

"It's not too often." Qiu Yun thought about the date when he last saw Zhao Yan'an: "Two or three times a week, they always ask if you have come back."

"Don't pay attention to him in the future. Where are your parents?"

Zhou Qiyuan has frequent contacts with the Zhao family, but he really doesn't know much about private affairs.

This is mainly due to the fact that firstly, he does not have the intention to understand deeply, and secondly, except that the Zhao family doesn't care much about Yanping, everything else is normal on the surface.

And Yanping is hiding on the third floor, which is inconvenient for visitors, and outsiders have no way of understanding.There are even many people who only know that the Zhao family has Zhao Yan'an, but they don't know that there is another eldest son named Zhao Yanping.

"Ms. Zhao never talks to me." Thinking of Zhao's mother, Qiu Yun was in a flat mood and didn't have any thoughts of crying. It can be seen that this mood varies from person to person: "My dad asked me once."

Zhao's father probably knew from Zhao Yan'an that Zhou Qiyuan was away on a mission, so he came to the school to discuss with him about moving back home.

On the second day after being rejected, Jiang Ling came over and gave him a mobile phone, and said that there was a project entering the research institute, and he would not come out in a short time, and asked him to contact the above number if he had something to do—there were two.

One belongs to Father Zhao and the other belongs to Jiangling.

However, he guessed that the latter was preserved by Jiang Ling himself.

After all, Father Zhao didn't even put the number of his life assistant, so how could he put the number of a student he 'rejected'?

He briefly explained the situation.

Zhou Qiyuan outside the door heard the Jiangling mentioned by Yanping, and thought of the name "Jiangling" in his heart.

The reason why I remember this young man is because that day was the date when he and Yanping met for the first time.

Moreover, this young man even sent Yanping to school. Thinking of this, he asked, "Has that Jiangling called you?"

"do not know."

"Huh?" Zhou Qiyuan raised his eyebrows: "How do you say?"

"I threw the phone in the drawer when I got it back. It's been almost two months. It must be out of battery."

Zhou Qiyuan was startled for a moment, then laughed lowly, from the bottom of his heart.

His children do a good job at this point-not overly contacting strangers.

The two chatted without a word through a door.

Half an hour passed.

Zhou Qiyuan heard the sound of water inside stop, so he walked lightly, went to the living room, poured a glass of water to moisten his throat, prepared a glass of milk after drinking, returned to the room, and saw that the door of the bathroom was opened by someone. The inside was pulled open—the boy's cheeks were flushed after taking a shower, and water was still dripping from the tips of his hair.

This scene unintentionally reminded him of the time he took the initiative to knock on the door of the boy's room.

The boy who opened the door had just finished taking a shower, and he still remembered the regret he felt when he saw the drops of water soaking into his robe—so he couldn't hold back and walked forward, bent slightly, and raised his finger to lift the opponent's chin, He leaned over and pressed a kiss on the other's forehead.