Professor, do you want an inhibitor?

Early in the morning, the temperature in the laboratory dropped several degrees.

Xu Yi and Hua Han immersed themselves in the experiment, even Chen Qingwan didn't dare to say anything, they were all silent, and carefully glanced at the cold professor on the podium.

The scene outside the door is also very familiar.

Shen Juanyi leaned on the railing, neither came in nor spoke, just leaned on nothing formally, and smiled at Fu Qingshu when he turned his head, and kept looking at him without turning his head.

Chen Qingwan couldn't bear it any longer, she slipped out of the laboratory with her waist down, and asked him gloatingly: "Dare to ask Madam Master, what did you do to make my master so angry?"

Shen Juan glanced at her sideways, looked at Fu Qingshu who was writing the data, and snorted and said, "I'm having a temper tantrum. A single dog like you doesn't understand. This is called fun."

"?" Chen Qingwan snorted coldly: "I love you, uncle, I think you are just playing off, the professor should ignore you."

Shen Juan touched his nose and coughed lightly.

"Chen Qingwan."

A cool voice came from the laboratory, and said without any emotion: "The experiment is over? I like to chat and change you to the Department of Medicine, okay?"

Chen Qingwan trembled, and ran back to the laboratory in a hurry, looking at the computer in a dignified manner without squinting.

Shen Juanyi leaned on the railing, propped his head to look at the people who had ignored him for a week, and looked really angry. Last night he felt that it was almost time, and it happened to be Saturday again, so he secretly climbed over the wall of his house, Find the key and go in.

He had just finished taking a shower, and he came out of the bathroom half-naked, holding a towel on his fingertips as he wiped his hair and walked out.

Shen Juanyi leaned against the door and whistled lightly: "Hi, Professor Fu, good evening."

Fu Qingshu was taken aback, threw the towel on the back of the chair, passed him to the closet and opened the door to find clothes to wear, but he grabbed him against the closet door and lingered all the way from his shoulders to his waist.

The tattoo was completely traced by him.

Fu Qingshu clenched the cabinet door tightly with his fingertips, and called him in a low voice: "Shen Juanyi."

"It's been a week, forgive me, okay?" Shen Juan held his waist, reached out and rubbed his genital cavity gently, with a hot voice, "I miss you."

"Three months." Fu Qingshu's upper body was pressed into the closet, and it was difficult to break free. He felt the hand rubbing against the genital cavity, which was hot and pressed through the thin skin, a little hot.

"One day is like three autumns, seven days is 30 years, please forgive me, okay?" Shen Juanyi lowered his head, held the gland in his slightly bowed posture, and rubbed it lightly.

Fu Qingshu had just taken a shower, and his steaming skin was a little pink, and his glands were extremely fragile. He shivered when he touched it, and he felt slightly damp.

"In ancient times, those little bastards climbed over the wall and entered the room of the ladies to eat candies, and the ladies all gave them candies." Shen Juanyi felt his trembling and slow breathing, and knowing that he was uncomfortable, he loosened his glands and rubbed them with his fingers. To saliva.

Hearing his nonsense, Fu Qingshu panted lightly, laughed and said, "Which little bastard dares to ask me for candy? I don't want my life."

Shen Juanyi decisively put the little bastard's name on his head, "I, I haven't eaten candy for 30 years, give it to me."

"Take it away first." Fu Qingshu took a breath intermittently, feeling that all the air in the closet had been sucked away by him, and grasped the shirt hanging on the hanger a little bit weakly.

Shen Juanyi knew every one of his fragile and sensitive points, compared to physical, psychological ones could defeat him more quickly, making him beg for mercy and submit faster.

He didn't relax, but rubbed his genital cavity more forcefully through the skin, feeling that he suddenly tensed up, his breathing suddenly sank, followed by a low "um..."

The light was very bright, which stimulated Fu Qingshu's consciousness even more. He closed his eyes tightly and couldn't draw out his hand to stop him. Suddenly there was a pain in his shoulder, and Shen Juanyi bit him again.

"pain."

Shen Juan changed from biting to kissing, and said in a low voice, "Take it."

I don't know why, but ever since he was completely marked, Fu Qingshu felt that his body became a little afraid of pain. The tiny injuries seemed to be magnified several times, making them more painful and more irritating.

Fu Qingshu was trembling, and his slender and thin butterfly bones were fluttering like a pair of butterfly wings. He didn't know whether it was sweat or water from his hair, rolling down his shoulders, leaving a trail of water stains.

Shen Juan lowered his head and kissed it, and he trembled again.

"Professor Fu, if you don't let me go to bed, then I have no choice but to stay somewhere else?" Shen Juan squeezed his waist tightly, and before he could react, he pulled him into his arms, clasped the back of his head with one hand, and lowered his head .

Fu Qingshu couldn't use his strength, pressed his arm, tried his best to turn his head away, "Shen Juanyi."

"Ok?"

"Can't stand."

Shen Juan thought that he was going to say something, but he didn't expect to say this. The scar forgot the pain and said with a smile: "Then what do you want me to do? Do you want me to hug you? Please let me hug you."

Fu Qingshu had already been provoked by him, and the smell of pheromones in the air gradually overwhelmed his rationality. During this time, he was busy with thesis deduction and level decryption, and he also missed Shen Junyi very much.

The body that has been completely marked, the marrow knows the taste, and even wakes up in the middle of the night, tearing each other up with exhaustion.

"Hold me." Fu Qingshu stretched out his hand, hooked his neck, slightly closed his eyes and raised his head, his bright red lips moved slightly, "Please, hold me."

Fu Qingshu turned his head and glanced outside, Shen Junyi didn't know when he left, so he let out a light breath and reached out to rub his forehead.

Last night, I don't know if it was because of his words, Shen Juan seemed to have fallen into madness, even more ruthless than the day when he was completely marked, rampaging irrationally.

When he woke up in the morning, he felt that it was God's favor that he didn't die.

He was desperately trying to squeeze his whole body inside, forcing him to cry, surrender, and beg for mercy, but he didn't let him go. Those words were meaningless except to make him even more crazy.

Fu Qingshu remembered the phrase he asked close to his ear, "What should I do? I like you crying so much. When your eyes turn red, I want to make you cry hard."

His cheeks buried in the pillow were hot, he didn't know whether it was from anger or shame, his eyes were so sore that he couldn't stop the tears, he could only bite the pillow cover hard to hide his voice.

Damn stuff.

When he went out in the morning, he grabbed his wrist as soon as he turned around. Before he could speak, he felt a pain in his glands, followed by a stream of pheromone that was not too strong.

After being marked, Shen Juanyi's pheromone had a soothing effect on him, even though he was not in estrus, it still made him feel a lot calmer for no reason.

Fu Qingshu reached out to straighten his neckline and asked him, "What are you doing?"

Shen Juan licked his lips, and said as a matter of course, "Protect the food."

"Professor...professor?" Xu Yi stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him a few times, forcing his consciousness back. Fu Qingshu coughed unnaturally.

"what happened?"

Xu Yi looked at the way his earlobes were reddish and his eyes dodged, and he always felt that this powerful and indifferent professor was suddenly a little "attractive"?I was a little stunned for a while.

"Xu Yi?"

"Ah? Ah!" Xu Yi hurriedly put the things in his hand on the table, pointed to the screen and said, "This value fluctuates greatly, and it is difficult to capture a more reasonable approach value."

Fu Qingshu put his hand against his lips, and said in a very calm voice: "Here is a value, I will take a look at the rest, and I will leave it to you tomorrow."

Looking at his thin face, Xu Yi hesitated to say, "Professor, are you in any trouble?"

Fu Qingshu paused, but did not raise his head: "Have you heard any gossip?"

Xu Yi gripped the edge of the tablet, and there were even white marks on his finger bones, "I don't believe that you would falsify the data in your thesis. Did someone frame you for what was said in the news?"

"It's okay." Fu Qingshu said: "You do your own thing well, don't worry too much about this matter, it's not good for you."

Xu Yi has always been gentle, as if he didn't even have a temper, but he rarely insisted: "But we are your students, and you have always taken care of us. If it is about professional issues, maybe we can help you?"

Fu Qingshu nodded slightly: "I understand your intentions, but you can't help me with this matter, and I don't want you to bet your future, be obedient."

Xu Yi gave a soft "hmm". In fact, he originally wanted to say why he was not afraid of Shen Juanyi's future being affected, but he was vetoed by himself almost instantly.

Shen Juan meant that in the future, he would always be by his company.

After Shen Juanyi came back from the laboratory, he went straight to the teaching building, and then there was an observation class.

Ever since he decided to be with Fu Qingshu, he never skipped class again, and even the teacher thought he had eaten something bad.

Shen Juanyi listened to the teasing from his teachers and classmates, but didn't dare to say it was because of Fu Qingshu, so he snorted half-truthfully, "I'm not welcome, then I'm leaving."

Who dared to say that he was not welcome, so he received countless blank stares.

When passing the teaching building, I suddenly saw an acquaintance, Jun Ran.

Shen Juanyi looked around, but there was no one else, so he said "Hey" to him: "What are you doing here? Going to university, we don't hold senior classes here."

Jun Ran squinted at him, and said with a "bah" voice: "It's none of your business whether you go to college or not, it's not that I haven't been to college, I haven't graduated."

Shen Juan thought it was interesting, and supported his shoulders and asked him: "You dropped out of university because of Shen Kaiji, how do you feel now, do you feel that youth has been fed to dogs and shit?"

"You're the one who eats shit." Jun Ran stared at him with his eyebrows crossed, pushed his shoulder away in disgust, and asked him, "Why can't you get through on your phone?"

Shen Juanyi was startled, reached out to touch the phone, and looked again, not knowing when it was turned off.

"Is something wrong?"

"I don't know if it's a big deal or not." Jun Ran approached mysteriously, and said in a low voice, "I called your second uncle in the morning, and when I was going to discuss life and human nature with him, I heard him talking to you. Your father was arguing. It seems that he said something like a tiger’s poison does not eat its children. I hung up the phone before I could listen to him. Is he trying to harm you? "

Shen Juanyi's brows furrowed for a moment, does a tiger eat its own child?

The author has something to say: don’t tell me if you see it through, and promise me to hide it in my heart if there is any evidence. The professor’s wives should keep a low profile, they can scream, but they can’t tell the truth, and give him a safe zone.