The pheromone of being obsessed with school bully

,"dad?"

Feeling something was wrong, he quickly covered his mouth, his face turned red instantly.

The man's eyes fell on Song Zian's face kindly, and he opened his mouth with a smile in response with "Hey".

Song Zian covered his face, trying to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Chi Yuanmian stepped forward and pulled him into his arms, and rubbed the top of his hair with his fingertips. There was a bit of teasing in his magnetic voice, "Why are you shy? You are right."

"Uh..." Song Zian pinched his waist, and heard a burst of hearty laughter from a middle-aged man beside him.

"Dad, why did you come back today?" Chi Yuanmian helped him carry the box in.

"I wanted to come back early to celebrate my son's birthday..." Father Chi smiled, and glanced ambiguously at Song Zian who was hiding behind Chi Yuanmian, "It seems that I came back at the wrong time!"

Song Zian grabbed his fingers, feeling even more embarrassed.

"Don't be afraid, little friend. Uncle is easy to get along with." The more Chi father looked at it, the more he felt that this blushing omega was much cuter than his own son with a cold face all year round, and wanted to tease him intentionally, "Little friend, What's your name?"

Chi Yuanmian raised his eyebrows and pulled the man into his arms, making full use of his protection, "Dad, he has a thin skin, don't tease him."

"Didn't you come back to catch the plane? Go take a shower and sleep!"

"Hey... you kid... you haven't married a wife yet, so I don't want you anymore!" Father Chi cursed with a smile.

He opened the suitcase he was carrying with him, took out a beautifully packaged box from it, and handed it to Song Zian with a smile, "Uncle didn't prepare much, so this will be your meeting gift."

Song Zi'an blushed, and repeatedly declined, "Thank you uncle, no need..."

Chi Yuanmian, who was standing next to him, raised his eyebrows, took it and stuffed it into his arms, "My dad gave it to you, take it!"

Then he turned to look at Father Chi, "Dad, where's mine? Didn't you say you prepared a birthday present for me?"

Father Chi pointed politely into Song Zian's arms, "Here! Happy birthday, son!"

Chi Yuanmian dragged Song Zian back to his bedroom.

The moment the door was closed, Song Zian felt his heart beat faster again, and he didn't know where to put his eyes.

With fluttering eyes, he caught a glimpse of the little black dress on the bed.

"Why do you still keep this?" Song Zian asked with a frown as he picked up the skirt.

Chi Yuanmian sat down on the chair at the desk, and lazily said, "Save it for you to wear later!"

"Uh..." Song Zian, who was originally nervous and shy, withdrew his small emotions for a moment, and turned his head to stare at him.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Chi Yuanmian stood up with a chuckle, and threw the dress into the closet, "You can wear it when you want to wear it that day."

"Uh..." Only ghosts want to wear it!

Song Zian watched helplessly as he threw a quilt from the upper shelf of the closet, spread it on the floor beside his bed, and then lay down on it.

Curiously, he poked his head out of the bed and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep in bed with me?"

Omega's voice is soft and pleasant, with a hint of hook at the end.

Chi Yuanmian suddenly looked at him with a smirk, and said softly, "If I sleep with you, I can't guarantee that I won't do anything to you. After all, our alpha's self-control is always the same when facing the omega we like. It will become vulnerable..."

Song Zian turned around with a blushing face, ignoring him.

The lights in the room were turned off, and the moonlight from the window spilled in through the cracks in the curtains, forming a moon-white line that spread from the ground to the end of the bed.

Song Zian lay on the side of the bed with his chin resting on his hands, his eyes fixed on the sleeping person on the ground without blinking.

It seemed that he couldn't get enough of that stern and good-looking face.

"What are you looking at?" There was a sudden voice in the silent room.

Song Zian was taken aback, and happened to meet Shangchi Yuanmian's deep eyes when he looked down while clutching his chest.

"Why aren't you asleep?" He muttered softly.

Chi Yuanmian looked at him with a half-smile, "Aren't you still asleep?"

Before Song Zian could explain anything, the bed next to him was suddenly sunken, and Chi Yuanmian, who turned over, was pressed into his arms.

His breath was hot, and it sprayed gently on Song Zian's neck, making him shiver.

"You keep watching me not sleeping, do you want to sleep with me?"

The deep and magnetic voice rang softly in his ears, like a feather, gently scratching his heart.

"Who wants to sleep with you!" Seen through his mind, Song Zian angrily pushed the person in front of him, but was caught by a pair of big hands.

"Don't move around!" There was a hint of hoarseness in the deep voice, "Let me hug you..."

Alpha's body was hard and hot, and the familiar smell of champagne was still exuding from top to bottom. Song Zian felt that he was going to be drunk to death in that pheromone, and his limp body really didn't dare to move anymore.

Chi Yuanmian squeezed his cheek sideways, put his arms around his waist and rubbed him into his arms, suppressed the turbulent restlessness in his heart, and said softly: "Go to sleep."

Then he kissed the corner of his lips lightly, like a superficial touch.

The gentle moonlight just leaked a little light through the curtains, and sprinkled on the bed where the two were embracing each other, like a quiet painting.

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The highlight of the little skirt is likely to be on the sidelines, hehe——

51. Lin Xiaoyu

Song Zian was woken up by a cat scratching him early in the morning.

I was still a little dazed when I opened my eyes, staring at the strange ceiling above my head for a while.

Then the line of sight was occupied by an enlarged furry fat face.

"Mianmian?" Song Zian stretched out his hand excitedly, hugged the cat cub whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and took a deep breath, "Son, Dad misses you so much!"

Mian Mian Bing curled up in his arms obediently, meowing softly at the top of her throat.

When Chi Yuanmian took the clothes and entered the door, what he saw was such a touching father-son relationship.

Don't bother, just lean against the wall and watch for a long time.

When Song Zian sat up, he found Chi Yuanmian who was leaning against the wall, hugged the cat son and asked while teasing, "Why didn't you see him last night?"

"It usually likes to come to my room, and it will open the door by itself after closing the door. I simply put him on the second floor to sleep."

Chi Yuanmian said softly, and threw the clothes in his hand over, "Your clothes."

It was Song Zian's clothes that he changed in the shower yesterday, with a faint smell of lavender laundry detergent, washed and dried.

Song Zian's heart warmed up, and his voice was soft, "Did you wash it for me?"

Chi Yuanmian raised his eyebrows, "No, it was washed in the washing machine. Our washing machine has a drying function."

"Uh..." All right, he really thought too much, how could the Eldest Young Master wash clothes by himself?

Song Zian took the clothes, "Then I'll change first."

Someone hummed lightly, still leaning against the wall, motionless.

Song Zian gestured towards the door with his eyes, implying: You can withdraw.

Someone still looked at him motionless, as if his feet were nailed.

"I want to change clothes..." Song Zian couldn't help but glared at him.

"Oh, change it!" A certain person folded his hands on his chest, unmoved.

"Uh..." Song Zian blushed, "You are here watching how I change! Do you understand me?"

Chi Yuanmian raised the end of his eyes, and said lazily, "I don't understand!"

Song Zian gritted his teeth and touched the head of the kitten in his arms, and began to order his accomplices, "Son, he bullied your father, go bite him!"

Mian Mian Bing let out a meow, gritted her teeth and clenched her arms into his arms.

Meow... I dare not!

Look how frightened his son is, seeing that he often succumbs to someone's lust at home on weekdays.

Chi Yuanmian chuckled, but still didn't intend to tease him anymore.Just as he was about to turn around and go out, he suddenly turned back a few steps and walked to the bed, stretched out a hand to grab the neck of the cat in Song Zian's arms and lifted it out.

"Why are you arresting my son?" Song Zian dissatisfied.

Chi Yuanmian lazily went out the door carrying the cat that kept jumping its paws, "Don't you want to change your clothes? Don't look at evil!"

Heh, if he can't see it, neither can the cat!

After closing the bedroom door, Chi Yuanmian looked at the unwilling cat, and was in a good mood for a while.

By the time Song Zian finished changing his clothes and washing up, the dining table was already full of breakfast.

Father Chi is wearing casual clothes at home today, and he looks a little more friendly than the suit he was wearing yesterday.

Sitting at the dining table and looking at him with a smile, "An'an, how did you sleep last night? My son... didn't bully you, did he?"

Song Zian's face turned red when he said it, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to answer.

It was Chi Yuanmian next to him who made a rescue, and said coolly, "Dad, I made the floor bunk last night."

Father Chi smiled awkwardly, and quickly changed the subject: "Uncle is used to staying abroad all year round. He only knows how to cook Western food. I don't know if you are used to it?"

Song Zian glanced at the sumptuous steaks, fried eggs, and bacon sandwiches on the table.He hurriedly said: "I am used to eating! Thank you uncle!"

He picked up a sandwich and ate it with the hot milk next to him.Father Chi's handiwork was surprisingly good. Before he knew it, he ate two yuan. He ate seriously on his own, his cheeks swelled up, like a little hamster.

The more Father Chi looked at him, the happier he felt, and the happier he was when he saw that he liked eating the things he made so much.

Quickly pushed the food on the table towards him, and asked, "I'll go out to buy some ingredients later, let's make a hot pot at home for lunch today. An'an, what do you want to eat? Tell uncle, uncle wait purchase."

"No need, uncle!" Song Zian swallowed the food in his mouth, and said hastily,