Why do I always fall in love with my partner Alpha

Fu Boyuan opened the cabinet, and the largest object immediately attracted his full attention.

His pupils dilated unconsciously, he opened his mouth slightly, and picked up the glass jar placed in the center in disbelief.

The fireflies on the stack of paper inside made a "squeak" sound as they moved.

The memories of his youth overwhelmed all his rationality in an instant.

It is impossible for Fu Boyuan to admit his mistake.

Because it was when he was 11 years old, he rummaged through boxes and cabinets at his grandfather's house for a day, and dug them out from the corner of the utility room.

Afterwards, I washed myself covered in sweat, hugged her in my arms, and went to the mountain to feed the mosquitoes all night.

But how come here?

Fu Boyuan froze in place, completely stupefied.

The speculation that had been completely denied earlier was pulled out from the depths by him to re-examine.

Jiang Xian happened to be four years older than him, the small mole behind the ear in the photo of the gland a long time ago, and the glass jar full of fireflies.

Fu Boyuan turned his head stiffly, and cast his gaze on Shang Jiangxian.

The other party didn't have any special expression, hugged the pillow, and just asked: "I told you to take the ointment, what are you doing with that?"

Fu Boyuan's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he spoke with difficulty: "What is this?"

Jiang Xian tilted his head, and his tone was innocent: "The little boy who was going to marry me before, gave me the dowry gift in advance." He bit his lip and could not hold back his smile, "Is there any problem?"

Fu Boyuan took a deep breath. His boyfriend is actually the Bai Yueguang whom he had been thinking about for so many years?

Such an astonishing coincidence made his scalp tingle, but after being pleasantly surprised, Fu Boyuan always felt that something was wrong.

He completely forgot that he was here to get the ointment, and walked towards the living room holding the jar.

The little boy who used to hold a glass jar can now hold it firmly with one hand, and the raised veins on the back of his hand are extremely sexy.

Jiang Xian sat cross-legged on the sofa, and the other party walked towards him with the light behind him, feeling extremely oppressive.

He suddenly felt a little frightened, and sat back, leaning his back on the pillow for a sense of security.

Every time Fu Boyuan took a step, a reminder from Jiang Xian popped up in his mind.

"Have you ever given someone a cake like this?"

"Do you prefer Bai Yueguang or me?"

"Round round."

Jiang Xian had never seen such a gloomy expression on Fu Boyuan's face. He didn't know that he thought he had committed some heinous crime and made him so angry.

But what he wants is this kind of effect, only in this way can Fu Boyuan feel empathy and get rid of the bad habit of not saying anything.

But he was afraid that the other party would lose control of his emotions, so he swallowed his saliva and said, "Let me remind you first, the alpha family/violent omega will be arrested!"

Fu Boyuan stood in front of him, condescending, obviously a little angry: "When did you know?"

Jiang Xian also put away his smile, and replied truthfully: "I knew it when I first started filming "Bamboo Covenant."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Boyuan suddenly bent down.

Jiang Xian was startled, and subconsciously hid back, thinking he was going to be beaten.

Unexpectedly, although the other party was angry, his hand movements were still very gentle, and he just brushed away the hair on the side of his ear.

On his fair skin, Fu Boyuan saw that little mole that he had been neglecting all this time.

His voice was hoarse, and the circles of his eyes were stained red: "Is it fun to hide it from me?" Fu Boyuan stood up straight again, staring into Jiang Xian's eyes, "Do you still want to compete with yourself?"

Jiang Xian threw away the pillow in his arms, stood up, and stood opposite him.

The tone is not as lazy and casual as before, but also serious and serious: "Then what do you mean by hiding everything from me before?"

Now that he's talking about it, he's going to make everything clear.

After Jiang Xian's cold face, the bright and beautiful facial features showed their original aggressiveness.

The rose is all the more charming against the backdrop of dangerous thorns.

Fu Boyuan swallowed his saliva, and had to admit that such Jiang Xian was more attractive.

Jiang Xian didn't know what was going on in his mind, but he controlled his emotions and tone, trying not to be so aggressive.

He's long past the anger stage, and now he just wants to deal with the problem and make the relationship between the two of them more stable and healthy.

"When you knew that your online dating partner was me, you didn't take the initiative to tell me right away, right?" Jiang Xian had a clear logic, "You also asked the question 'Who is handsome, you or Erudite'."

Fu Boyuan's straight back was bent, and he lost the arrogance just now.

Jiang Xian continued: "When I was sure you were Yuanyuan, I wanted to tell you right away." He looked directly at the other party with surprised eyes, "But you were drunk that day, and I happened to know that Zheng Weiquan didn't hurt you It’s so heavy, there’s no need to be hospitalized at all.”

Fu Boyuan clenched his empty hands, looked away guiltily, and lowered his head without interrupting him.

"You want to hide your injury and let me take care of you, I can understand, but I have been worrying about guilt for so long, shouldn't you also consider my mood?"

Fu Boyuan's lips moved and he whispered, "I'm sorry."

Jiang Xian heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing his dejected look, he raised his arms and hugged him: "Remember how you felt when you saw the firefly jar just now. I have experienced it many times."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, and he was pulled into a warm and tight embrace by Fu Boyuan.

Fu Boyuan's eye circles had been red just now, and Jiang Xian could hear him restraining himself when he spoke again, but he still choked up.

"I was wrong, and I won't do it again in the future."

Jiang Xian's pajamas were very thin, and his shoulders felt moist.

He didn't expect that Fu Boyuan would really cry, and he had to be in charge of coaxing the children, snoring at the other's hair, and said, "Your character is broken!"

Fu Boyuan sniffed, still apologizing: "Brother, I'm sorry."

Jiang Xian was called so that half of his body was numb, he shivered unconsciously, and said, "It's really numb, Yuanyuan." He broke free from his embrace, wiped away the other's tears with his hands, and said, "So in the future, there will be more Just tell me what's going on, and I don't blame you."

Fu Boyuan nodded.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Xian scratched his chin like teasing a puppy: "Now tell me, let's see if I have a church."

Fu Boyuan poked his head forward, put his chin on Jiang Xian's palm and said, "I love you so much."

Jiang Xian put his fingers together, pinched his face and moved it in front of him, and kissed him with a "chirp".

In Fu Boyuan's dark pupils, he was the only one imprinted.

Jiang Xian hugged the other party's neck contentedly, leaned into his ear, and said in a breathy voice: "Then you come and love me."

The roses were smashed to produce countless bright juices, which blended with the smell of rum all night, making the house full of mellow rose wine.

Jiang Xian's physical exertion was too great. When he woke up the next morning, he was too lazy to move under the quilt. He didn't even have the strength to play with his mobile phone.

Turning his head, the curtains were blown by the wind, and he saw that the clothes the two wore last night were hanging outside the balcony together, bathed in the summer sunlight.

I lay in one position for too long and wanted to turn over, but just as I moved, every part of my body felt sore and sore as if it had been run over by something.

But it was very refreshing and clean. Fu Boyuan should have bathed him in the middle of the night, and even changed into pajamas specially.

The other half of the bed was empty, Jiang Xian opened his mouth and shouted hoarsely: "Where is the person?"

Within a few seconds, Fu Boyuan appeared at the bedside energetically like a summoned dog: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xian blinked: "I want to drink water, feed me."

Fu Boyuan deliberately dried a glass of water on the bedside table, the temperature was just right.

He carefully supported Jiang Xian's waist, made him sit up and leaned against his arms, and fed water to his mouth with the other hand.

Jiang Xian was waited on for a day as it should be, and someone hugged him when he went to the bathroom.

When he was a little more comfortable, he asked, "Did you bring the contract?"

Fu Boyuan let out a "hmm", and said what he had to say to the end: "But this is a bit... weird."

I signed the contract as soon as I finished doing it, as if I was making some strange deals.

Jiang Xian took the contract handed over by the other party, and took a look at the proportion of shares he held. It was a little more than his actual investment, and it should be given by Fu Boyuan.

He turned his head to stare at the other party and said, "I don't need these."

Fu Boyuan sat behind him and rubbed his waist, and said, "Do you still remember the "Love Contract" we signed at the beginning?"

Jiang Xian turned his pen to recall, and the one that impressed him the most was that the two parties should not act in a fake show, and the party who had the relationship should be fully responsible and compensated.

He asked in shock: "So this is your compensation?" His sore muscles were stretched by the excitement, he held his breath and waited for the pain to pass before continuing, "How can you tell who was the first to be moved?"

The strength of Fu Boyuan's massage was very comfortable, and he replied: "I said I like you ten years ago, and I meant it at that time."

Jiang Xian was startled, speechless.

He thought the topic was over, so Fu Boyuan asked unexpectedly: "When did that brother like me? Exactly when?"

Jiang Xian: ...

In fact, he himself couldn't tell, flipping through the contract and answering: "Anyway, after you, I really didn't like you ten years ago."

Fu Boyuan's massaging hands stopped, and he asked sullenly, "Why?"

Jiang Xian said: "I'm not a pervert. I like a ten-year-old boy. Isn't my thinking a bit dangerous?"

There is no need to look at other places, he signed his name smartly at the end.

Fu Boyuan was busy taking care of him all day, Jiang Xian guessed that the other party didn't have time to look at his phone, and he didn't know what happened online.

When he was making dinner, Jiang Xian finally turned on his mobile phone, and all the complicated and complicated news came out in one go, almost stuck on the desktop.

He directly clicked into Weibo, and Zhang Duan and the others posted both videos as promised.

Public opinion continued to ferment for a whole day, and Jiang Xian took up six or seven of the top ten most searched spots.

Among them, the most glaring one is the words #江贤不filial#.

Entering the topic, the video of Wang Chuanzhong's interview began to play automatically.

Jiang Xian put on the earphones to watch with no expression on his face. His bastard father cried in front of the camera, and attributed all the usurious loans from eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling to Jiang Xian, saying that it was to support him and pay for his education. would borrow that much money.Now that he is famous and earning money, he has suddenly become a big star, but he doesn't want to see his incompetent father, even seeing him for so many years is a luxury.

The sentences are smooth and the words are rigorous.

Jiang Xian tapped his fingers rhythmically on the bed and table, and Wang Chuanzhong had a pretty good memory for memorizing and acting well.

It seems that some of my acting talents have been inherited from this old bastard.

There are even a bunch of people complaining about injustice in the comments.

【Giving a barbecued pork is better than Jiang Xian...】

[Seeing the old man suffer so much, I also cried. 】

[Jiang Xian has so many negative news all day long, the impact is really bad! 】

He had imagined a similar situation countless times before, when his original family was stripped naked and placed in front of the public for scrutiny and judgment.

Horror is like a nightmare from which you cannot wake up.

But now that it really happened, Jiang Xian is very calm.

Since the other party wants to spread everything out on the table, he doesn't mind if the fish dies and the net is broken.

Take it as a bet with herself that Fu Boyuan loves him enough.

Love is his sense of security and confidence.

After reading a circle of news, Fu Boyuan came in with his face straight.

Jiang Xian put the phone screen on the table and asked, "Are you still busy with work?"

Fu Boyuan turned the noodles over to dissipate the heat, then picked up a pair of chopsticks and blew them cold, put them near Jiang Xian's mouth, and said, "Not busy, what's the matter?"

His most troublesome problems of funding and contracting artists have all been resolved now, and he is still an artist with the weight of a movie king that he can't even imagine.

Jiang Xian took a bite of the noodles and said, "Can you accompany me back to the countryside?"

Fu Boyuan: "Okay." He asked, "Are you going to prepare to respond to those news?"

Jiang Xian's chewing action paused: "You know?"

Fu Boyuan smiled: "As the boss, of course I have to be responsible for the artists under my banner."

Jiang Xian nodded and said, "Understood, it's just the relationship between the boss and the artist." He was sly, "Boss Fu Qian/rule/artist's news, it will be on the hot search tomorrow."

Fu Boyuan cheated: "I have washed away the evidence."

Jiang Xian let out an "oh", and put the bowl in the opponent's hand farther away, getting closer and closer.

His lower back was so sore that he had no strength at all, but he sat down on Fu Boyuan's lap.

"Not now." Fu Boyuan cleared his throat, raised his arms to protect the other party, afraid that he would fall.

Of course Jiang Xian knew that the other party would not touch him at this moment, so he deliberately said, "Aren't I going to collect evidence?"

Fu Boyuan closed his eyes: "Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form."

Jiang Xian almost laughed out loud, and warned: "You'd better be."

Then he slowly leaned into his ear and gasped softly: "I want you." Feeling Fu Boyuan's body stiffen, Jiang Xian spoke breathlessly again, calling him word by word, "Brother Fu Boyuan."

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