Get your pheromones

Fireworks explode in the sky for a while, then calm down, returning the sky to the stars.

Rong Shiyi looked at Song Ci and didn't know what to say for a while:

"Thank you, reindeer."

After all, he took out the extremely ugly little cake, looked left and then, and commented:

"It looks pretty good."

After that, he glanced at Song Ci, took a piece with a small spoon and tasted it.

He still remembers the sticky egg from Song Ci before, but because there was sweet and sour pork ribs in the foreground,? So he naturally relaxed his vigilance towards Song's cuisine.

As it turns out, he shouldn't.

He took a bite of the little cake. The sweetness of the cream was first in the mouth, but then there was a smell of paste. What's more, the cake was covered with batter, and it was still raw inside.

Rong Shiyi originally wanted to spit it out, but after thinking about it, maybe this is the only mouthful in his life, so he swallowed it with difficulty.

"How about it?"

Song Ci has been observing his expression.

Rong Shiyi recalled Song Yu's evaluation of Tang Shi's plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes last time, so he sent that sentence to Song Ci unchanged:

"That's right, don't do it again next time."

"You can put it mildly."

Rong Shiyi gave him face very much, as he wished, she said bluntly:

"I don't think there is a worse cake in the world."

Song Ci nodded: "You are wrong."

"?"

He took out another small box from the paper bag, opened it, and there was a charred steamed bun lying inside.

Rong Shiyi picked it up and tapped it with her fingers.

Banger hard.

"You made this too? Cake?"

"obviously."

"You still pack him up and take him with you! You're so weird, dog."

"There is a comparison to highlight my progress."

Rong Shiyi thought about it,? It seems that this is indeed the reason.

Like magic, Song Ci conjured a candle out of nowhere and stuck it on the cake:

"If it tastes bad, I won't eat it. Do you want to make a wish?"

The faint light of the fire flickered above the head of the candle.

Rong Shiyi looked at Song Ci and got stuck.

"I'm so embarrassed, I don't know what to say."

He felt that at this time, he should make some affectionate promises, but he was not very good at it.

Song Ci bent his eyes:

"Mr. Rong, would you like to make a speech?"

Rong Shiyi rubbed his chin, pretending to nod deeply:

"I have nothing to say, that is, I was very lucky to meet Mr. Song, so I want to always be so lucky in the future."

The evening wind blowing across the river blew out the candle for him.

Rong Shiyi put the small cake that she took a bite back into the box:

"The wind promised me, go home."

After Song Ci came back, Rong Shiyi went back to the summer vacation like a prisoner's tutoring life.

Fortunately, the winter vacation is shorter, and the New Year is just a few days after his birthday.

Rong Shiyi and Rong Zhiqing spent this festival at Song's house together.

He discovered that Rong Zhiqing and Tang Shi had established a deep friendship before he knew it.

Rong Zhiqing doesn't have many friends, and she doesn't like to socialize too much with outsiders, but she hits off very well with Tang Shi, and the two often go shopping together arm in arm, and even this time when they go to Song's house during the Chinese New Year, Rong Shiyi is still the one she was told.

On New Year's Eve, the Song family's aunts went home for the holiday, so Rong Shiyi was once again the chef for the New Year's Eve dinner, but this time he had two more helpers.

Tang Shi meticulously prepared a dish of scrambled eggs with tomato, which she had practiced for many days, and also gave a dish of cucumber as a friendly gift.

Song Ci peeled a few whole potatoes for Rong Shiyi, and also offered his specialty dish - sweet and sour pork ribs!

It's just that when the dish was served, Tang Shi and Song Yu didn't take a bite.

Tang Shi silently pushed the dish to the farthest place:

"I said some time ago why Song Ci made sweet and sour pork ribs for me every day. It turned out that Xiao Rong liked it. This brat wanted to show his courteousness and practiced with me first. I'm tired of eating after he left the teacher. Let's put it away. I won't eat it in five years." Never want to try this dish again.”

As she said that, Tang Shi might feel aggrieved, so she picked up a piece of ribs and put it in a small fluffy bowl.

The black Labrador leaned over to smell it, snorted heavily, and walked away without looking back.

"Look, fluffy is tired!"

A lot of laughter.

On the first day of the new year, Rong Shiyi went to grandma's house as usual.

However, unlike before, he brought an extra person with him this time.

Rong Shiyi took Song Ci's hand, opened the door with ease, and saw the old man knitting on the rocking chair by the French window at a glance.

"Xiao Yi is here."

Grandma raised her eyes and pushed the reading glasses, and saw that there was another person in the room, so she said strangely:

"Are you bringing friends? Ouch, is this a little word from the Song family?"

"Yes, but not quite."

Rong Shiyi mysteriously raised her hand to show grandma the hands they held together:

"He's still my boyfriend."

"Whoops, whoops."

Grandma frowned, digested the meaning of Rong Shiyi's words, and then said:

"This is different from what I thought. Isn't the kid from the Song family an Alpha?"

"I'm an Alpha too. See how destined we are, even the gender is the same."

Rong Shiyi was afraid that she would not be able to accept it, so he started to fool her hard.

Who would have thought grandma pouted:

"Who cares about this? Old lady, I have been saving gifts for you all the time. If you do something like this now, won't my efforts be wasted?"

"It's okay." Song Ci suddenly smiled and said:

"As a dowry."

"???" Rong Shiyi elbowed him.

Grandma didn't notice the young man's small movements. She lowered her head and knitted the thing in her hand. Finally, she closed the needle, picked it up and shook it, and looked at the two people again:

"I just knitted a scarf. If that's the case, then give me a small word."

"Why? I want it too!" Rong Shiyi quit.

"A meeting gift, I don't have anything else to give, you child, be generous. Go, Daju is playing in the yard, feed it."

Rong Shiyi felt that he had become an outsider again, so he was wronged and took orders to look for the cat in the yard.

Grandma looked at his back, then waved to Song Ci.

Song Ci understood, knelt down and asked her to put a scarf on herself.

"This relationship is not easy, does everyone in the family know?"

Grandma tied the scarf slowly and asked in a slow voice.

"Got it." Song Ci nodded and added:

"They all like Xiao Yi."

"That's good."

The old lady rolled her eyes:

"I can't take care of young people's affairs. Alpha can still fall in love with Alpha? You don't know how to fight, do you? I don't care about other things, but Xiaoyi is my baby, you are not allowed to bully him."

Grandma Song Ciren tidied up the scarf for herself. Finally, he glanced at the red-haired boy who was cutting the cat's nails outside the floor-to-ceiling window, bent his lips and said:

"He's my baby too."

On the second day of the new year, Rong Shiyi finished the vacation given to him by Teacher Xiao Song and continued to study by his side.

Song Ci took him away from the Song family's main house on the grounds of tutoring him, and abducted him back to his den.

In the evening, after taking a shower, Rong Shiyi sat on a chair and stared at the physics problem.

He doesn't want to write!

Song Ci sat beside him, enjoying the fun for him.

Rong Shiyi glanced at him, then at him again:

"Why don't you answer the questions?"

Should not be ah.

Song Ci wants to speak but stops talking and wants:

"I guarantee it."

"You are so annoying, you just watch me being burned by the sea of ​​physics, and you still don't come down to accompany me."

"You can't say that, you burn it first, and I will help you put out the fire when it is almost ripe. Don't worry, the problems that can be solved are paper tigers. As long as you find the right method, it is not difficult to solve."

"It's so easy for you to say."

Rong Shiyi gritted his teeth with hatred.

Song Ci looked up at him and suddenly laughed:

"It's just as easy for me to untie."

Rong Shiyi rolled her eyes at him, ignoring him.

He wrote and drew on the draft paper for a while, and improvised a set of stickman comic strips that beat Song Ci violently. Then he noticed something on the table, which looked familiar, so he took it over and took a look.

It was a fairy tale book given to him by the principal of the third middle school at the opening ceremony of the third year of high school.

Rong Shiyi lived with Song Ci that night, and he put the book here at night, but Song Ci went to Dongcheng not long after, and he never came here, and he didn't think of his fairy tale book.

Now, in Rong Shiyi's eyes, Little Red Riding Hood is much more interesting than physics problems, so he took off the plastic cover of the book, opened a page, and pushed it to Song Ci.

"Take a break at halftime and tell me a story."

Song Ci glanced at him:

"Write the title after the lecture?"

"Ah."

"no sooner said than done?"

"Are you still worried about what I said?"

Rong Shiyi became impatient.

"Okay." Song Ci put down his phone, first read the picture book from beginning to end, and then briefly summarized:

"Little Red Riding Hood was eaten by a wolf."

"?"

"Let's write a question."

"Are you sick? Whose Little Red Riding Hood is BE?"

Song Ci's face does not change color:

"Don't like it? Then change the version. Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf live happily together. It's HE."

"Andersen's coffin will not be able to hold down Mr. Song."

"The author of Little Red Riding Hood is Green."

Rong Shiyi didn't believe it, so she took the book and took a look, it was true.

He was too lazy to argue.

Song Ci is not good at oil and salt, it seems that today either he died or died of physics problems.

Rong Shiyi picked up the pen again, and just when he was about to accept his fate, he suddenly thought of a wonderful idea.

He was a man of action, he immediately dropped the pen, turned around and kissed Song Ci's face.

Song Ci was stunned for a moment, never expecting that this guy could do this to avoid doing the questions.

He squeezed Rong Shiyi's face:

"You really don't want to write a question?"

"No, I won't even look at this thing again if you kiss me to death here today."

Rong Shiyi was very tragic.

"Then do something else?"

"Ok?"

Rong Shiyi froze for a moment, but before he could react, he was kissed again.

He was then pinched open and tasted brandy.

There was only a small warm-colored desk lamp lit in the room, and the light cast the intertwined shadows of the two people on the wall, like a painting.

Rong Shiyi handled it with ease at first, but later he realized the seriousness of the matter.

Song Ci picked him up and walked straight from the study to the master bedroom.

Rong Shiyi was thrown on the bed.

He got up and wanted to run:

"Gouzi, I suddenly have an idea to solve the problem. Today I..."

"No more writing."

Song Ci pushed the person back again.

"If you don't write it, you can't. If you don't write it now, I will never forget the solution to this problem."

"I'll tell you little by little tomorrow."

Song Ci pinched Rong Shiyi's chin and kissed it again, then he tentatively lifted Rong Shiyi's clothes.

This man's fingertips were a little cold, which made Rong Shiyi tremble.

What is sending someone's head?

Rong Shiyi has never wanted to study so much.

His clothes were quickly thrown aside, Rong Shiyi felt that he could still struggle, so he pushed Song Ci away, and said seriously:

"Gouzi, I'm still a child, I think we have to take our time."

Song Ci was not annoyed when he pushed him away, but raised his hand and took off his shirt, and said perfunctorily:

"Then I will slow down."

"Give it a chance."

"Row."

Song Ci nodded, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out some things.

Rong Shiyi couldn't recognize it completely, but he was greatly shocked.

"The things are complete enough, dog things??"

"That's it." Song Ci smiled so much that he showed his canine teeth, then opened one of the vials, poured out a little of the contents in his hand, and told Rong Shiyi seriously:

"Strawberry flavored."

"You..." Rong Shiyi's ears were burning.

But he didn't smell the strawberry smell that Song Ci said, because then the man raised his hand and tore off the barrier sticker on the back of his neck. In an instant, brandy pheromone filled the room unscrupulously.

"Rong Rong, I won't bully you. In this way, if you recite the formula of the linear regression equation, I will stop."

The strawberry smell sticks to Rong Shiyi's body.

What the hell is the linear regression equation formula! !

Rong Shiyi tried hard to put together the messy codes in his mind, but soon he couldn't concentrate on thinking about them.

Strawberry cream and brandy are mixed together.It's a fucking lie to say anything slower.

Alpha's body is not suitable to bear it, Rong Shiyi really wanted to kick this man away, but he was half drunk by his pheromones, so he didn't have much strength.

He dislikes the pheromone belonging to another Alpha, but he is also addicted to it, unable to stop.

In confusion, Rong Shiyi hugged Song Ci, half out of anger and half out of instinct, and bit his neck.

Song Ci had bullied him badly, and obediently asked him to mark it.

The restless brandy taste is soothed to calm by strawberry cream.

They both have a taste of each other.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-10-21?02:42:50~2021-10-22?03:44:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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