i want your pheromones

Qiao Jin seemed to understand, but he was used to being obedient, so he nodded obediently.

"Well, very..." As soon as Lu Xianzhou stopped speaking, he withdrew his hand abruptly, and laughed at himself inwardly, what was he doing.

Qiao Jin felt that his eyes turned cold for a moment, thinking that he had made him angry again, and asked him cautiously, "Are you unhappy?"

Lu Qianzhou looked up at him, his dark eyes fell on his face, staring at him so nervously that he clasped his hands, moved his lips and finally made a sound, trembling with pheromone, "I don't want rewards, you Don't be angry, okay?"

Lu Xianzhou sighed slightly, and said to himself, this little fool.

It must be really stupid.

He doesn't even know what pheromones are, and he doesn't know how to control them. When he is nervous, he will act recklessly, believe what others say, do whatever he is told to do, and hold back his tears if he is not allowed to cry.

He hardly has the ability to make independent judgments. He is obedient like a child who doesn't know the world. He doesn't even know the sinister heart. When he was arranged to marry him, he married him obediently. Cheng Jun said that he cried when he signed the contract.

He just told him to be obedient, and he agreed without thinking about anything, and didn't know how to resist at all.

Lu Qianzhou pinched his forehead and sighed a little tiredly, no matter how beastly he was, he couldn't do anything to him.

"You know he's the last thing I want to see."

Lu Pingyan didn't look back. Hearing this, he smiled and turned around the wheelchair, looked at Mu Shuanglan standing on the stairs, and sneered, "What? Don't you always feel that you owe him?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Mu Shuanglan's face, her fingers clenched tightly by her side, her teeth were clenched, and the eyes of the two collided into a piece of ice.

He didn't speak, but Lu Pingyan could feel every trace of his resentment.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Pingyan looked up at Mu Shuanglan on the stairs, "When you betrayed him back then, you must have been bleeding in your heart. Do you think it would be better if I died then?"

The light refracted by the chandelier was a bit dazzling, and Mu Shuanglan tasted the bloody taste in his mouth, "Why bother to ask what you know."

"Ask knowingly, what do I know?" Lu Pingyan changed from his usual gentleness, from expression to words were sharp and cold, "Do you know who Mo Mo's father is?"

Mu Shuanglan's fingers pinched even tighter until the skin on his palm was torn, and the pain made him tremble.

He turned around and sneered: "Lu Pingyan, you are disgusting."

**

Qiao Jin was thinner than others. Although he was not malnourished, his recovery speed was much slower than others.

Originally, it was estimated that the foot would be healed in five days at most, but it took seven days to calculate it. Ning Lan helped him ask for leave from the school, and moved back the original scheduled return date.

Lu Xianzhou took time to accompany him to take wedding photos, and then he started to get busy after taking him home. Those who left early and returned late even went on a business trip. Qiao Jin deliberately avoided him and let him go to bed early. Under one roof but hardly see each other.

Fast forward two months and it's winter.

Yang Qin called him almost every day, asking if Lu Xianzhou had marked him, and asked him if he felt uncomfortable recently, such as feeling very hot, not eating, sleepy and other reactions.

Qiao Jin said no.

Qiao Jin's first estrus reaction was very strong, and it burned for a week. Yang Qin and Feng Yusheng were on business trips during that time, and Feng Chaoen hardly came back. what is it.

Later, she felt the smell of pheromone and asked him to know that he survived it abruptly.

Yang Qin reckoned that his next estrus was coming soon, and it was hard to say anything directly, so she could only briefly mention it and try not to put pressure on him, and tell herself immediately when it made him feel uncomfortable, don't look for Lu Xianzhou.

Qiao Jin said he knew.

Yang Qin asked him what he was doing again. He looked up at the empty living room and said, "Aunt Li took a few days off to go back to see her grandson. I'm at home by myself."

When Yang Qin heard that he was alone at home, her voice immediately became louder: "Lu Qianzhou let you stay at home alone?"

Qiao Jin didn't know why she reacted so suddenly, and asked her hesitantly, "Isn't it good that he's not at home?"

"No...it's good, it's good." When Yang Qin said that, she suddenly realized that she had double standards. She felt unsafe when Lu Xianzhou was at home, and she felt that Lu Qianzhou could let Qiao Jin go when he was not at home. alone at home.

"It doesn't matter if he's not at home, you have to pay attention to your own safety."

"En." Qiao Jin heard her explain a few more words, and then reluctantly hung up the phone, took a deep breath to suppress the thoughts of homesickness, and lowered his head to eat his almost lumpy noodles.

"Click."

The sound of the door opening sounded, and the empty living room seemed a little ominous. Qiao Jin raised his head vigilantly, and his eyes happened to collide with Lu Qianzhou.

It seemed to be snowing outside, and there were thin snowflakes on his shoulders, and there was also a rush of cold air and a strong smell of alcohol.

Seeing him sitting across from him, Qiao Jin swallowed nervously, "You...have been drinking."

Lu Xianzhou has a good capacity for alcohol, although the smell of alcohol is a bit heavy, but his reason is still there, but when he looks at him, his eyes are not as clear as usual, as if there is a shadow cast over him.

"Ah."

Qiao Jin clenched his chopsticks tightly, feeling that his breath with the smell of alcohol and pheromones would touch the pores on his face, making him almost unable to breathe.

"Did you eat... have you eaten?"

Lu Xianzhou stared at him for a while, then suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at the poor-looking bowl of noodles in front of him and asked with a smile, "Why, do you want to share a bite with me?"

Qiao Jin followed his gaze and quickly said, "No, this is me..."

Before the words were finished, Lu Qianzhou stood up, took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair, untied the cuff buttons of his suit with his fingertips, loosened his tie slightly, and said as he passed by, "Eat by yourself, go to bed early .”

Lu Qianzhou has always suppressed his heart, so that no one can see his emotions. The sentence just now was just to tease him.

He seldom eats after drinking, but just looks at his bowl of noodles that look very poor, which looks very much like the birthday noodles he cooked for himself when he was five or six years old.

I don't even know what it smells like.

Probably not very well.

Qiao Jin looked at his back and murmured to complete the rest of the sentence, "This is what I ate."

Lu Xianzhou didn't hear it, and went upstairs with his footsteps slightly vain, pressing the handles, leaving behind a smell of pheromones that was a little heavier than usual.

Qiao Jin didn't know which words he said made him unhappy, he always felt that he seemed to be in a particularly bad mood tonight, and there was a little... lonely.

Holding the chopsticks, Qiao Jin thought in his heart that if he didn't dislike his poor cooking, he could cook another bowl and don't eat what he had eaten before. Doesn't he think it's dirty?

Qiao Jin looked at the almost puddled clean surface in front of him, bit his lower lip lightly, and thought with some guilt: I live in his house, and all the food and use are his, but he doesn't even have a bowl of noodles. Will give it to him.

He drank so much wine, his stomach burned, and he must feel very uncomfortable if he doesn't eat.

In the past, Feng Chaoen often came back drunk, and the next day he complained of a headache. Feng Yusheng also often went out to socialize, so Yang Qin would often make hangover soup for preparation.

How to cook Hangover Soup?

Qiao Jin picked up his mobile phone and entered hangover soup in the search box, jumped off his chair and ran to the kitchen to fill the pot with water first, and then went to open the refrigerator to find ingredients.

He felt that he could cook it step by step according to the search interface, but he encountered a problem at the first step.

There are fish. Aunt Li bought a few fresh fish in the morning and kept them in a bucket, but he doesn't know how to kill fish, so as soon as he stretched out his hand, his face was watered by the thumping fish.

He pulled down his sleeve, took a deep breath and prepared to grab it with both hands, but was splashed all over his face again.

It's hard.

When Lu Xianzhou came out of the shower, the phone was ringing. He picked up the speaker and snorted, "Are you concerned about your supercar progress again?"

"Hey, what is the progress of super running, am I that kind of person? I'm here to wish you a happy birthday, buddy, it's interesting, I don't even remember my own birthday, but I still remember you, are you moved?"

"I'm moved, tell me what's your purpose."

"No purpose. I really wish you a happy birthday. Actually, I don't remember you specifically. The main reason is that you made love to my daughter on your birthday. I just came out of Professor Fu's house, so I think of you. "

"Well, hang up."

Zhu Chuan hurriedly said: "Oh, don't, don't, I'm telling you something serious, I'm going to Bo Xingze's place today, guess who I saw."

"I know?"

Zhu Chuan didn't show off, and said directly, "Mu Shuanglan."

"What is he going to do?"

"I don't know, he refuses to tell me, hey, you just say that this kind of idiot still frankly puts on the left and right with me, and just tells me business secrets about such a big shit, who cares."

Lu Xianzhou didn't listen to Zhu Chuan's thoughts there, and frowned slightly, thinking that Lu Pingyan had only one purpose when he came back from abroad. Since Mu Shuanglan chose him at the beginning and accompanied him for so long in treatment abroad, there is no reason not to help him.

What is he doing in Hongye Group now?

Zhu Chuan only knew that Mu Shuanglan had played against him, but didn't know that he was Lu Pingyan's pawn placed beside him. Naturally, he said this with some indignation: "What do you think he thought? If I sell you, Bo Xingze will want this stupid thing, he must be sick."

Lu Qianzhou said: "I don't know if he is sick or not, but when he went to the Hongye Group, he must have brought something Boss wanted, and I will have to fight against him in the future."

Zhu Chuan was silent for two seconds, and said righteously: "Don't worry buddy, I can stab Bo Xingze twice for you."

"Twice in bed, I'm afraid this knife will fall on me." Lu Xianzhou joked with him with a smile, but didn't take it easy, he was an adult, and promised that this thing is the least valuable.

Zhu Chuan didn't say much about the disappearance, and went around and said, "Oh, yes, Professor Fu said that Xiao Ling was very interested tonight, and the two of them can still ask for leave during this time. Make up a wedding, let me ask if you are free to go there."

Lu Xianzhou paused and said, "Try your best."

"Remember to bring your Qiao Jin with you, we haven't seen each other since we've been married for so long, even the Golden House Cangjiao should have enough hiding."

"No hiding." Before Lu Xianzhou finished speaking, he heard a burst of ping-pong-pong sound.

Been stolen?

He went out and saw that there was no one there, but the sound of ping-pong-pong was even louder. With the lesson that Qiao Jin was almost bitten by Qing Cang last time, he didn't dare to neglect, said a few words to Zhu Chuan in a hurry, and hung up the phone up.

Walking down the stairs, Qiao Jin was squatting on the ground, trying to pick up things in front of him like defusing a bomb.

"what are you doing?"

Qiao Jin was taken aback, and stood up abruptly, almost bumping his head into the refrigerator, but Lu Xianzhou grabbed him quickly, and slammed him back into his arms due to inertia.

"Don't sleep at night, tear down the house?"

Seeing that it was him, Qiao Jin didn't bother to wipe the water off his face, and hurriedly hid his hands behind his back.

"What are you doing? Playing with fish?" Lu Xianzhou glanced sideways at the fish that he was tossing about in the bucket, released him from his arms, and asked him sideways, "Aren't you full?"

Qiao Jin shook his head.

"Then what are you doing?"

Smelling the smell of alcohol and pheromone gushing out of his body, he felt a little nervous and hot for no reason.

Qiao Jin clasped his fingers behind him and whispered, "You're drunk, I..."

Lu Xianzhou looked down at his blushing face, then looked at the onion and ginger on the chopping board and the boiling water in the pot, raised his hand to wipe the water stains on his cheeks and asked him, "Boil me to sober up." Soup?"

"Ah."