after the canary left

At eight o'clock in the evening, Ji Chengchen returned to the villa.

He has a special status and has many fans, so his residence is also more remote. In the suburban Johor Bahru villa garden, it is far away from the urban area. It takes a while to drive, and the road is surrounded by mountains.

When he came back at night, Ji Chengchen suddenly thought, Meng Shuqiao didn't have a driver at home, how did he find "Thousand Miles Drunk" yesterday?

As soon as he opened the door, the room was filled with the scent of orange blossoms and a high concentration of pheromones, and he couldn't help frowning.

Alpha's instinct for pheromones is hard to resist.

The more he walked towards the bedroom, the stronger it became. Meng Shuqiao's smell was a strong fragrance of flowers, just like him, a natural sunflower, with a kind of harmless warmth close to people.

In the bedroom, there was only a dimly lit desk lamp.

It fell on Meng Shuqiao's face like diluted honey. His little curly hair grew a little, covering his beautiful eyes like glass beads. They were closed tightly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he slept very restlessly.

Ji Chengchen walked in, this was one of the few times when he was alone with Meng Shuqiao.

From the moment they got married to the present, except for the bed, the two of them have hardly had a quiet and serious relationship.

He was rebellious since he was a child, and because of his native family, he wanted to fight against his father, so he instinctively hated the little wife that his father forced on him.

Ji Chengchen came to his side with a chill from outside, making his beautiful eyebrows frown: "Um..."

He doesn't have pajamas, even Meng Shuqiao's items are very few in this house, and he has never bought them. Now he is wearing the shirt that Ji Chengchen wanted to throw away a long time ago.

This is his habit. He would throw away the shirts he wore after the reception. It is estimated that Meng Shuqiao found them in the dirty laundry bucket, washed them and put them on.

Ji Chengchen stared deeply at him.

Meng Shuqiao was dreaming, her feverish cheeks were still flushed sickly, and her breath was weak when she spoke: "Baby, don't make trouble..."

"Father likes baby very much..., I don't want us..." He murmured, as if he looked very uncomfortable, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his little hands were clenched tightly on the quilt, which was not stable.

Ji Chengchen reached out to touch his side face, feeling the heat of scalding skin.

Looking at his face for a while, I was a little lost.

"Huh...?" Meng Shuqiao came looking for a trace of smell on him, the amber rosin that he dreamed of touching.

He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Meng Shuqiao's face was subconsciously pressed against him: "Brother Cheng Chen, don't go... can you... don't go..."

The soft little face has no flesh, but it still looks like cotton candy when rubbed against it, making Ji Chengchen almost forget to take back his hand.

When I wanted him on the bed, this person seemed to be as well-behaved as now, which made his Adam's apple roll and his heart felt hot.

Glancing at the time, Sun Heqiao reminded him to take his temperature and take his medicine when the time came. He turned around and moved his hands away, and turned on the bedside lamp.

Meng Shuqiao was woken up by the light, only to realize that her face was still rubbing against his hands, she sat up in panic, frightened like a deer: "Yes... I'm sorry, brother Cheng Chen... why are you back..."

"If you have a fever, do you still need someone to watch you take medicine?"

He clutched the quilt nervously, looked at him vigilantly, and replied timidly: "The doctor told me to sleep, I... didn't check the time, I forgot, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"It's not a brat." He reached out to pick up the medicine beside the bed.

Meng Shuqiao subconsciously pulled the quilt up to block her chest, puffing her mouth: "It hurts..."

"Damn it... I abused you? Worrying about food and clothing? I hate you the most hypocritical Omega."

Ji Chengchen felt that he must have gone crazy just now, so he felt that he was a little pitiful when he was sleeping.

"I'm sorry...I've caused trouble for Brother Cheng Chen." He lowered his head in frustration.

"May I not take the medicine." Meng Shuqiao looked at the row of pills on the bedside table, her throat felt a little astringent.

Ji Chengchen scratched his throat yesterday, he even felt pain when eating, and recently he likes to vomit a lot, he always thought he was sick, so he couldn't eat easily.

Originally, he lost all his pity for Meng Shuqiao, and Ji Chengchen was a little irritable. He always said what he said, and there was no room for him to refute.

What annoys him the most is this kind of Omega, so he didn't talk nonsense with him at all, and directly grabbed his jaw: "Why are you eating so much nonsense, if it wasn't for your broken stomach, would I have looked at you more?"

"Cough...no, cough..."

The pill was forced into his mouth, and cold water was forcefully poured down his throat, before he even had time to struggle, the bitterness spread in his mouth, along with his tears.

"If you dare to ask me to do this kind of trivial matter, it will end like this, do you understand?"

Meng Shuqiao nodded, coughing until her face turned red: "Understood, I understand."