Professor, do you want an inhibitor?

After hanging up the phone, Fu Qingshu stood up and opened the window of the laboratory.

The evening wind in early summer carries a bit of coolness, and the soft and moist face is not very comfortable, but it seems to cleanse the lungs.

He was 16 years old when he split, which is already relatively early.

At that time, her father and her adoptive mother were divorcing. Qiao Yan was too busy with work and divorce disputes, so she rarely went home. Her father brought all kinds of men and women back without any scruples.

Fu Qingshu was doing homework next door, and when he heard the voice coming from the closed door, he broke his pen, and then he got used to it later.

When Qiao Yan found out, it was the day when Fu Qingshu went to the police station to find him. Fu Qingshu got into a fight and almost killed him.

Sitting in the detention room, he clasped his hands and crossed his long legs with a flamboyant and unruly face. He was dressed in an unruly manner. The skin on the corner of his mouth was torn and there were thin scars. Against the cold light in the detention room, his whole body looked sharp. It is a knife.

Qiao Yan released him on bail, and Fu Qingshu walked ahead with his hands in his pockets, waving his hands nonchalantly with a cigarette in his mouth and saying, "I will return the money to you."

"I'm short of your money? If I cared about this little money, I wouldn't come to get you. Talk to me!" Qiao Yan looked at his yellowish white hair with a headache, and was so angry that he almost lost his breath. .

"Okay, Auntie, I won't bother you, I'm leaving."

Qiao Yan chased after him, grabbed his wrist, suppressed his anger and asked him: "What about your father, he doesn't care about you when you're like this?"

Fu Qingshu stopped, turned his head to look at his adoptive mother, raised his head and said, "He died in some woman's bed... Maybe it was a man. If you want to divorce him, Auntie, I have a photo for you."

Qiao Yan was so angry that he was so rebellious and foolish that his brain was congested, and he held onto his wrist tightly, "Come home with me!"

"Home?" Fu Qingshu glanced at her hand, and sneered contemptuously: "I don't have a home anymore, and you are not my mother, let go."

Qiao Yan refused.

"Auntie, what kind of relationship do you have with my dad? I haven't seen you say a few more words." Fu Qingshu had a cigarette in his mouth, and his words were vague and inconvenient. With a smile: "Could it be that you are a fake marriage?"

"Qingshu!" Qiao Yan glared at him sullenly, no matter how dazzling the presumptuous look on his face was, he couldn't help but clenched his fingers tightly, and said angrily, "Who are you embarrassing!?"

"It's all right, auntie, leave me alone." Fu Qingshu turned around, walked away with his hands in his pockets, slowly disappeared into the darkness, and walked to a place where the street lights couldn't reach.

Qiao Yan raised his voice and said, "As long as you are still my son, I will not leave you alone."

Fu Qingshu didn't go far. He heard what his adoptive mother said to someone, and laughed in his heart. His own father didn't care about him, and his adoptive mother?

really interesting.

Later, he differentiated his secondary sexual characteristics, and was awakened by the heat from his sleep. His whole body was filled with almost explosive heat, from his fingertips to every part of his skin was astonishingly hot.

Sitting in a dark room, with trembling hands, he smoked one cigarette after another and drank half a bottle of wine before he was sure that he had differentiated into a second gender, Omega.

Fu Qingshu soaked himself in the cold water, and even found bags of ice cubes from the refrigerator and poured them into the bathtub, but he still couldn't suppress the surging heat.

He resisted the strange feeling while sitting in the bone-chilling bathtub, the look in his eyes was sharp and cold, and almost the entire tattoo on his back was faintly visible.

Coquettish and aggressive.

From that day, 13 years later, he went from 16 to 29 years old.

From rebellious and indulgent to calm and introverted, from a bad boy to the current cold and ascetic professor.

He tried his best, but still couldn't get rid of it.

Fu Qingshu pinched his forehead wearily, let out a low breath, and closed the window with his hand, not noticing a little bit of undetectable pheromone scattered in the air.

"professor?"

Fu Qingshu was startled, almost startled by the sudden voice, turned around quickly, "Xu Yi, when did you come?"

"I just arrived, and there is something wrong with the data. You asked for leave today and I didn't look for you. I wanted to come to the laboratory to re-adjust it tonight, but I didn't expect you to be here." Xu Yi wrinkled his nose slightly, and asked cautiously: "Did someone come here just now? Why does it smell like Omega?"

Fu Qingshu opened the closed window a little more, and said, "Well, a friend came over, and the pheromone didn't affect you, right?"

"No!" Xu Yi hurriedly shook his head, and the moment his eyes fell on Fu Qingshu's face, he suddenly froze.

The light in the laboratory was cold and white, and when it shone on the man's face, he looked very unsightly, but when it fell on his face, it seemed to be covered with a halo for no reason.

He liked Professor Fu from the first moment he saw him, no matter whether he was Beta or anything, he never changed, but because Professor Fu was too cold, he didn't dare to reveal it.

"I'll take a look at the experimental data." After Fu Qingshu finished speaking, seeing that Xu Yi was still in a daze, he couldn't help but frowned, "Xu Yi?"

Xu Yi came back to his senses.

"Ah? Ah, okay." Xu Yi took a deep breath, hurriedly inserted the USB flash drive into the computer, and smelled the sweet omega pheromone smell that seemed to be absent from Professor Fu's body.

Fu Qingshu flicked the computer screen, put one hand behind his waist, and rested the other hand against the edge of the table. He looked down at the changes in the data above, and frowned slightly.

"Genetically programmed..." Fu Qingshu stopped suddenly when he opened his mouth. Xu Yi was taken aback for a moment, and found that his body froze suddenly, and some light blue blood vessels stretched out from his fingers pressing on the edge of the table.

He suddenly felt a bad premonition.

as predicted.

In the next second, a low-pitched laughing voice sounded, "Are you still in class so late? Professor Fu in genetics is really... what is that idiom called..."

For a long time, he didn't remember what the idiom was called.

"Oh, no, the scumbag's grasp of culture has failed too much."

Fu Qingshu stood up straight, his eyes passed over the heavy equipment in the laboratory, and fell on his face, his thin lips parted slightly, "Get out."

Shen Juanyi stretched out his hand and put it on his forehead, with a smile on his lips, "It's fine to let me get out, didn't I tell you this afternoon, as long as you..."

"Shen Junyi!" Fu Qingshu interrupted him abruptly, his brows were cold: "You can go after Xu Yi if you want, but whoever you like has nothing to do with me. You are not allowed to get close to the laboratory."

Shen Juanyi took a step back, and leaned against the door of the laboratory again, with his hands folded on his chest in a calm posture, and the smile on the corners of his eyes and brows did not diminish in the slightest.

Xu Yi was speechless because of the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two, he looked at this and then that: "No..."

Shen Juanyi said: "Professor Fu, why are you still acting like a white-eyed wolf at such an age? I saved you, forget about it."

Xu Yi gave a blank "Ah" and stared at him blankly, "Wait..."

Fu Qingshu said: "I didn't ask you for help, mind your own business."

Shen Juan gave a "tsk", shook his head regretfully, "Hard mouth."

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