The pheromone of the lop-eared rabbit makes the CEO really fragrant

Seeing that little kid running towards him, Qi Yan frowned suspiciously, didn't he already throw away the pacifier, how could this little kid still cling to him.

The little boy had already trotted all the way, and threw himself into the arms of the man, his smooth and elastic little face clinging to the man's bare chest muscles, rubbing against him like nostalgia.

This little kid's face is tender and slippery, rubbing it makes Qi Yan's heart itch, and at the same time, this little kid is willing to cling to him, making him feel better instantly.

The little kid didn't wear socks, and stepped on the marble floor with bare feet, Qi Yan kindly picked up the kid, then held the little kid's cold feet with his wide hands, and then told the maid next to him: "Bring a pair of socks."

The maid felt that Master Qi's expression was much more kind than when he just came back, and she was not so scared in her heart, but she still found the socks tremblingly and handed them up with both hands.

The little boy sat across the man's lap, watching the man help him put on his socks.

It was the first time for the old housekeeper to see Lord Qi so gentle, and his cloudy eyes, already old and faint, were filled with shock and astonishment.

The little boy stepped on Qi Yan's firm abdominal muscles with his little socked foot, as if he was getting used to wearing socks.

Qi Yan smoothly helped the child down the few bristles on the top of his head, and asked with an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, "Are you used to my pheromone?"

The little boy didn't answer, just looking down at his little feet in socks.

Qi Yan doesn't know what's wrong with him, he is happy when this little kid clings to him, but if this little kid ignores him or is afraid of him, he can't help getting angry, why should his emotions be overwhelmed by a little kid? It's not like himself at all to involve the child.

Seeing this little boy not responding to himself for a long time, the smile on the corner of Qi Yan's mouth disappeared little by little. It is definitely not a good thing for him to be influenced by a child.

Qi Yan hugged the little kid on his lap to the side, then walked into the bathroom without saying a word, to wash off the bloody smell on his body.

Seeing the man leave, the little boy immediately pursed his lips and was about to cry, but when he turned his head and saw the man took off the clothes on the sofa, he stopped crying, crawled over, and buried his face in the pile of blood-stained clothes inside.

The old housekeeper saw that the little boy might have severe pheromone dependence, which is considered a disease, and there is no medicine to treat it.

Qi Yan came out of the shower and saw that little kid smelling his dirty clothes, wondering if this little kid really liked his pheromones.

Qi Yan's tense handsome face relaxed, strode over, and picked up the little kid who was crawling in his clothes: "Smell me."

Qi Yan pinched the back of the kid's head, and pressed his face to his own glands: "Let you smell it enough."

But the little kid didn't appreciate it, and struggled, wanting to continue smelling the pile of dirty clothes.

Qi Yan frowned in confusion: "..."

Then Qi Yan guessed that there might be a medicinal smell of pacifier left on his clothes, that's why this kid likes to smell it.

After knowing the truth, Qi Yan became very angry, he was really itchy and annoyed by this brat today.

Qi Yan ordered coldly: "Take the clothes and burn them."

"Yes." The old housekeeper quickly followed suit, picked up the pile of dirty clothes, and burned them.

The little boy looked at the back of the old butler leaving with a look of reluctance.

Qi Yan slapped the child on the butt angrily: "Since you have been sent to me, you have to be familiar with my pheromones."

In the next few days, Qi Yan forced the little boy to smell his pheromones, wear the clothes he wore, and use all the things he used, so that the boy gradually got used to his smell.