National First Love and His Little Jasmine

Song Shiqing originally wanted to tell Meng Chuan what was in his heart, that he liked him a little bit.

Song Shiqing originally wanted to speak his heart to Meng Chuan, wanted to say that he liked him a little bit, because his appearance was also throbbing because of getting along with him, but now he couldn't say anything.

The love that had just emerged disappeared with a wisp of smoke. At this moment, the specialness of Meng Chuan to him became nothingness, and the throbbing heartbeat also disappeared.

"Change to another." Song Shiqing said calmly, "Change to a more normal request."

Meng Chuan was just joking, he teased Song Shiqing to his heart's content, and made a request that he had already thought about, "Then you let me be your scumbag test partner, either this, or sleep with me, you choose one."

The fact that he has selfishness is obvious, and Song Shiqing, restrained by his own morality, has no choice but to accept it.

"Be a partner."

The indifferent young man stood up, his tall and straight figure turned his back to the faint light, and the blackness fell on Meng Chuan's body, which made him instinctively feel that danger was approaching, but it was only for a moment.

The next moment, Song Shiqing turned around, and the deep voice between the youth and the boy sounded again, making it impossible to figure out his emotions.

"As you like."

Song Shiqing went into the kitchen alone, took out a bottle of iced water from the refrigerator, opened the lid and drank it in one go.

He also extinguished the last wisp of smoke.

The slightly curly and fluffy hair is still moist and smooth, but it seems to be wilted, and the word "unhappy" is revealed from the beginning to the end.

Meng Chuan chased him to the kitchen without knowing why, and finally felt something was wrong.

The originally energetic person could not be said to be duller than before, but his face was expressionless, and the empty water bottle in his hand was about to burst.

"What are you doing?" Meng Chuan reached out to pull his arm, but Song Shiqing dodged it.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, Meng Chuan didn't take back his outstretched hand, but just looked at Song Shiqing with some puzzlement, as if he was obsessed with an answer.

Song Shiqing also gave this answer.

He squinted at Meng Chuan, his eyes were filled with cold glacier, and there was a bit of unbearable grievance, "I'm very unhappy now, and I don't really want to talk to you."

Meng Chu'an had never met someone like Song Shiqing, and he didn't understand him, so he couldn't see the authenticity of this unhappiness and unwillingness to care, and only thought that Song Shiqing was acting like a baby to him.

He chuckled lightly, turned to scratch Song Shiqing's long chin, and asked, "Why aren't you happy?"

Song Shiqing looked at him with a resentful look as if he was looking at a scumbag.

"Because I won't be able to marry a wife in my life." Song Shiqing patted his hand away, and without waiting for Meng Chuan to say anything else, he threw the water bottle into the trash can and walked outside, "Don't follow, go back by yourself. "

Meng Chuan: "..."

Meng Chu'an's expression cracked a bit, he felt that there was too much to say, but at the same time he didn't quite understand the meaning of Song Shiqing's words.

Combined with the previous conversation, it seems to have a little clue.

Little Jasmine is an extremely innocent little Jasmine, and even if she is spoiled by him, she is still pure and white, especially... when it comes to dealing with feelings?

Mingming has always been calm and self-sufficient, no matter how helpless and forced, he was half-hearted in the end, and now he suddenly became serious, and the reason seemed to be because he didn't want to marry him.

Meng Chuan finally came to such a result, the corners of his mouth were so raised that he couldn't hold it down.

As a matter of fact, Song Shiqing's thoughts are almost the same.

Even though he is still a virgin, Song Shiqing, who is extremely persistent and conservative in some aspects, thinks that if Meng Chuan is not his wife in the future, he will be extremely sorry for her.

He originally wanted to give the best side and all the first time to his future wife!

Now, not only was Meng Chu Anjie urged to go first, but he was also ridiculed for being old-fashioned, with an expression that he was very pretentious and really troublesome.

Song Shiqing was so wronged.

What bad intentions does an innocent virgin who wants to give his first time to his future wife have?

Of course, although these are a large part of the reasons for not being able to marry a wife, there are more important and fundamental reasons.

He found that only Meng Chuan's pheromones could calm down his powers, mental power and pheromones, and convert them into another kind of explicit.want.Hope out of control.

Other people's pheromone Song Shiqing has not tried it yet, but he just has such an intuition that no one else can do it except Meng Chuan, whose spiritual power is highly compatible with his.

However, it still needs to be practiced before it can be explained to the family.

Song Shiqing was thinking about this and that in the bedroom when Meng Chuan knocked on the door.

He didn't respond, and after a while, he only heard the sound of opening and closing the door, and it was quiet outside, so he thought that someone had left, so he planned to clean up as well, go home and talk to his mother about this problem, and the problem of Xiu Qi, even if He didn't like Meng Chuan, that person would also be punished.

But as soon as he opened the door, Meng Chuan rushed towards him as if planning for a long time.

"Ken coming out now?"

Slender and powerful arms wrapped around his waist, rubbing against him until Song Shiqing couldn't move an inch.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Song Shiqing was a little annoyed at his carelessness, he should have had a look at the optical brain before deciding whether to go out or not.

"Where are you going?" Meng Chuan looked at him, as if looking at an endangered species, which was very strange.

Song Shiqing's originally calm heart became a little more depressed, "Going home for a blind date, why do you want to follow?"

A blind date with a bunch of pheromones in bottles and cans is considered a blind date, how can it be called a lie?

"Song Yuxiuzhong... Auntie Song called you?" A trace of annoyance flashed in Meng Chuan's eyes, and he quickly restrained himself. Song Shiqing didn't notice it, and only changed his name because of his respect for his elders.

Song Shiqing's answer was ambiguous, "That's right."

"Then I'll take you there."

Meng Chu'an stared at him with eyes like black jade, and there was no shadow in his eyes.

Song Shiqing became more depressed, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a smirk: "Okay."

Aunt Wang had already received the news that Song Shiqing was coming back, and she greeted her at the door.

When Song Shiqing saw her, he didn't stay in the car like he lost his temper last time, but came down to greet him.

"Aunt Wang, didn't you say don't come out to pick it up? Why are you down again?"

Song Shiqing talked to her with his head half down, his appearance was obedient and docile, a look Meng Chuan had never seen before.

He also got out of the car and stood behind Song Shiqing with a faint smile, waiting for Song Shiqing to introduce himself.

"Madam is not at home, I have the key over there, young master, do you think I should come?" Aunt Wang's eyes were doting and loving, she paused for a moment when she glanced over Meng Chuan, and asked, "Who is this?"

Song Shiqing glanced sideways, his heart was full of anger, so his expression was calm, "Student."

Meng Chuan stretched out his hand behind his back and pinched his waist, and smiled harmlessly at Aunt Wang, "We are good friends, hello Aunt Wang, my name is Meng Chuan, I was here last time, did you forget?" gone?"

Aunt Wang squinted her eyes and smiled, nodded and said, "Remember, you two knew each other before."

Song Shiqing: "I don't know."

Meng Chuan: "Yes."

The two spoke at the same time, saying different things.

Aunt Wang didn't say anything, she turned around and asked them to follow.

Meng Chu'an leaned into Song Shiqing's ear and whispered, "I met you in a dream, so why not count?"

Song Shiqing: "..."

rogue.

Meng Chuan asked again: "You are not on a blind date, what are you doing back here?"

"Don't tell you."

Song Shiqing stared ahead, not disturbed by the breath of the people around him at all.

The road ahead leads to the nearest small garden with lush flowers and leaves. Meng Chuan spotted an inconspicuous purple flower among the overgrown weeds, and bent down to pick it off.

Taking advantage of Song Shiqing's inattention, he stuck it in his hair.

The end of the stem and leaf of the small flower was dragged by a drop of water, standing upright and dangling on Song Shiqing's fluffy and soft curly hair, and born on it.

Song Shiqing subconsciously raised his hand to pull his hair, but Meng Chuan held his hand instead.

"If you touch it, it dies."

"... Oh." Song Shiqing was caught soft-hearted, and he really didn't care.

But what Meng Chuan didn't expect was that Song Shiqing, who had been tortured to the point of resignation, withdrew his hand.

"Still losing your temper?" Meng Chuan looked at the little flower dangling back and forth, feeling itchy in his heart.

Song Shiqing gave him a surprised look, "No."

"I don't believe it." Meng Chuan tugged at the hem of his clothes, then spread his palms in front of him, "You don't even want to pull me..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Shiqing covered his mouth.

Song Shiqing had no choice but to whisper, "Aunt Wang is still ahead."

Aunt Wang walked very slowly. She was wearing a crimson Tang suit, and she felt like she was watching a realistic version of an ancient TV series in the garden.

Song Shiqing's footsteps were also very slow, and Meng Chu couldn't rest easy, circling around him, always giving him the illusion that this person was a little bee.

It is this little bee that does not sting, but keeps buzzing.

Meng Chu'an wanted to speak, but was covered by warm palms, he said "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" and found this posture and walked forward again. Song Shiqing put his arms around him and stopped struggling.

He thought that messing around in other people's homes is really not good, and he should mess around when we are two.

Probably because the owner was not at home, the security was not so strict today, and they were not stopped all the way in. It was not until they passed by a checkpoint that Song Shiqing was about to arrive that Song Shiqing saw the guards who were familiar with him winking, and then he realized that he and Meng Chu Ann's exception.

The hand covering the mouth was put down a long time ago, but the two of them were so close that they had already exceeded the safe distance.

Song Shiqing silently distanced himself, and Meng Chuan quickly posted up again.

Song Shiqing: "..."

He rubbed the space between his brows, most of the air in his chest dissipated.

After leaving the pheromone testing room, everything was settled, and he should never have the time to refuse Meng Chuan's unreasonable demands.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Meng Chuan looked at the Interlingua on the fluorescent plaque for a while, then sneered, "Is this the blind date you mentioned? Doing pheromone matching, is this also called a blind date?"

Song Shiqing put the silver bar key left by Aunt Wang into the custom-made card slot, and a password keypad popped out under the card slot.

Song Shiqing didn't have the consciousness to avoid Meng Chuan. Although the latter was babbling, he turned his head consciously.

In terms of emotions, he is indeed a little unreasonable, and he still has qualities other than emotions.

The heavy door moved from both sides, and the circular wall was filled with densely packed pheromone bottles that were sealed extremely well, and there was only a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

Meng Chuan's eyes darkened for a bit, and then brightened up again quickly.

He finally knew why his father was so afraid of the Liu family. With such a large pheromone library, even the royal family and the military department of the empire may not be able to match it. Everyone's information is recorded here.

"Do you mean that you plan to do it too?"

Because he didn't know whether his mother had collected his pheromone library, Song Shiqing signaled Meng Chuan to wait outside.

After all, if there is none, I don't know if something will happen if I collect it in front of Meng Chuan.

He is not in the mood to be ambiguous now.

Meng Chuan was stunned for a moment, raised his brows and smiled wantonly, "Okay, my pheromones will also be matched with you, anyway, I don't want to go out and wait."

Song Shiqing: "..."

Song Shiqing decided that if he wanted to extract the pheromone, he would go back to his room and extract it later.

Fortunately, after making an inquiry, the pheromone has his information.

"You don't want to check mine?" Meng Chuan looked at the machine curiously.

This is the first time he has entered the pheromone library, and it is not the country's, but Song Shiqing's own, which looks quite novel.

"Yes, there is no need to check."

Song Shiqing's fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, but there was no sound. It was obviously not the first time he had come here, and his movements were also very skillful. "This information database contains information on all the people on the planet, not just pheromones."

This is a huge and vast system, which records every person born on this planet, both in the past and in the present.

"Oh, no wonder." Meng Chuan tilted his head and leaned on Song Shiqing's shoulder, looked at the fine fluff on his side face under the light, gradually narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Then you can't touch me thoroughly?"

Song Shiqing didn't notice the danger in his gaze, and said frankly, "I haven't checked."

As if realizing that he was not interested in him, Meng Chuan's eyes became a little colder, he twitched his lips, and asked, "Are you really not curious about me at all?"

If Meng Chuan's own family had such a system, he would have thoroughly investigated Song Shiqing long ago, and suddenly felt that this person was quite boring.

However, the next moment, what Song Shiqing said made him laugh again.

Song Shiqing: "I prefer to understand others through my own knowledge."

With a routine and vulgar provocative answer, Meng Chuan asked: "Then what do you think I am?"

Song Shiqing's fingers paused, and after entering the last command, he pushed Meng Chuan's head away, rubbed his shoulders, and said honestly, "Like a hooligan."

Of course, there is also a good side, but thinking of the frivolous and natural mocking of this person before, he didn't want to see Meng Chuan's complacent face at all.

Meng Chuan looked at him with a serious look, licked his lips and wanted to bite him to vent his anger, but knowing that the other party was telling the truth, he glanced at the screen and found that Song Shiqing was matching big data with Omega's pheromones. With the degree.

He became ill-intentioned, clicked cancel directly, followed Song Shiqing's operation just now and entered his identity information, and carried out adaptation analysis.

"You're right, rascal, let's see if our pheromones are compatible. If the degree of compatibility is very high, then I will make this impression more solid, how about it?"?

The author says:

There is another update in the evening. I want to see Comrade Xiaomeng pay the price for his hooliganism in the small world. Deduction 1.

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