i want your pheromones

There is no room for turning around this matter, Yang Qin is very clear, if there is room for negotiation with another person, but this person is Lu Xianzhou.

She sighed a few times, stretched out her hand to touch Qiao Jin's head, and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead, her heart ached.

He has been obedient since he was a child, so obedient that she almost didn't notice that he was autistic, and when she found out, he almost couldn't even speak.

At that time, Feng Yusheng's company had just started, and she cared about the company every day, plus her stepson made things difficult for their mother and son, she had no time to take care of so much.

Later, Qiao Jin's teacher said that he was weirdly quiet except for moving a little during dance class, and she remembered sending him to the hospital and diagnosed him as autistic.

She spent a lot of effort to slowly drag him out of the autistic space, but the aftereffect was that she could no longer be as lively as an ordinary child, and became quiet and timid.

"Qiao Qiao, listen to your mother." Yang Qin held his son's slender shoulders, took him to the window, pointed to the dark car, and said, "Lu Qianzhou sent someone to pick you up to his place. Be good, don't cause trouble to others, you know."

Qiao Jin nodded obediently: "I know."

"Also, you have just differentiated, and the estrus period is still unstable. You must pay attention to yourself. You must keep a distance from Lu Xianzhou. You must not estrus in front of him, and you must not release pheromones. Please remember."

"Ah."

"Stay away from him. As long as he is at home, you have to be careful, don't make him angry, and protect yourself, you know?" Yang Qin cried again as she spoke. If she could, she would rather die than let him go. Qiao Jin married Lu Xianzhou, but now...

Qiao Jin signed the marriage certificate privately, and everything was a foregone conclusion, irreversible.

She could only let Qiao Jin learn to protect herself, and hoped that Lu Qianzhou would really keep his word and not mark him.

Qiao Qiao doesn't even know what the estrous period is. If Lu Xianzhou wants him, it's easy.

"Qiao Qiao, you must remember what your mother said, do you know?" Yang Qin hugged her son's shoulders, tears fell on his shoulders, soaked the cotton and linen fabric, and choked slightly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mother I can't live with you."

Qiao Jin stretched out his hand, hugged his mother's trembling shoulders, and gave a low "Yeah", "I will be very good, and I won't make him angry, Mom, don't...don't cry."

**

"What! Lu Qianzhou doesn't plan to hold a wedding?" Feng Yusheng dropped the contract in his hand to the ground with a thud, looked at Ning Lan's face in shock, and repeated it in disbelief.

Ning Lan was standing, her work suit was meticulous, her short hair was sharp and sharp, and even her high heels were spotless.

"Yes, Mr. Lu has no plans to hold a wedding."

"Could it be that he intends to make Qiao Jin his underground lover?" Feng Yusheng frowned, if he hadn't been afraid of Lu Qianzhou, he would have grabbed the neatly trimmed silk scarf on Ning Lan's collar and questioned him.

"Young Master Ling is Mr. Lu's only wife. There is no doubt about it. The copy of the marriage certificate is in your hands. If you have any doubts, you can read it again."

"Marriage certificates are for nothing, without a wedding, who would have known they were married?"

Ning Lan sneered in her heart, this kind of nouveau riche can't wait to climb high, tsk.

"It's enough for Mr. Lu to admit that Mr. Qiao is his wife. If you don't think that's enough..." Ning Lan paused slightly, moved her gaze down, landed on the two folders on the ground, and said, "I believe that the two folders on the ground A contract is enough proof."

Feng Yusheng said sullenly: "Lu Xianzhou is too contemptuous of people!"

Ning Lan lifted her eyes and sneered: "Mr. Feng, there are some things that are tacit to save enough face for both parties. If you hadn't put pressure through the regulations of the Gene Management Institute, Mr. Lu would never have married Mr. Ling, right? ?"

Feng Yusheng's face turned pale, as if someone had slapped him on the head, and he stammered, "No, nothing."

Ning Lan put on a formulaic smile again, looked at her watch, and said, "If there is nothing else, please go up and urge your wife, we are going back."

As soon as the words fell, Qiao Jin and Yang Qin stood at the stairs together, holding a light silver box in his hand, and a cat in the crook of his right arm.

Ning Lan smiled at him and bowed slightly: "Madam, Mr. Lu sent me to pick you up."

Qiao Jin almost choked on the first sentence of his wife, and hurriedly grabbed the railing to stand still, his heart was beating for a while before he returned a strange smile to Ning Lan.

Yang Qin whispered in his ear, "Qiao Qiao, you must remember your mother's words and protect yourself."

Qiao Jin looked at his mother's face, then at the unfamiliar Ning Lan, his eye circles turned red all of a sudden, and he almost shed tears, he tried his best to hold back before nodding, "Yeah!"

Looking at the "miserable" scene of mother and child parting, Ning Lan secretly cursed in her heart, why does this seem to be guillotined?

Lu Xianzhou... Well, he might be a bit of an old animal, so he shouldn't be wronged like this.

Those who knew that he married Lu Xianzhou, those who didn't know thought he was going to sacrifice to the river god.

Ning Lan has been with Lu Qianzhou for a long time, and all kinds of "torture" came over, so she turned a blind eye to this scene calmly, and asked Qiao Jin politely: "Do you want to take the cat too?"

Qiao Jin paused, and asked her uncertainly, "Mr. Lu doesn't like cats?"

"...As long as you like it, Mr. Lu will not interfere."

The house of the Feng family is near the commercial area, which is considered a very prosperous area, but the car has not arrived for a long time, and it even seems to be more and more "desolate" as it goes up the mountain, and the cat has already fallen asleep. Shallow snoring.

Qiao Jin sat alone in the back, while Ning Lan and the driver sat in the front seat respectively, neither of them said a word.

He tilted his head, his eyes skipped from the trees, and the scene in his dream unconsciously appeared in his mind, a man with a thin and old face, a sickly and terrifying face, holding a black leather whip, standing in front of him. There were bloodstains on his body.

The man took pleasure in torturing him, and watched him run away in a panic like a headless chicken in the gloomy mansion, crying and begging for mercy but couldn't escape the falling whip.

The more Qiao Jin thought about it, the more frightened she became, her shoulders trembled slightly.

Ning Lan keenly realized that something was wrong, she turned her head to see his shoulders trembling, and was startled: "Ma'am?"

Qiao Jin gasped for breath, probably not expecting to be discovered, so he stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes in a panic, Ning Lan looked at his red eyes and softened for a moment, the information she got almost recorded the simple first half of Qiao Jin's life.

Feng Yusheng's adopted son, Lu Chi, has a bad memory, is slightly autistic, timid and cowardly, speaks poorly when he is too nervous, and emits pheromones.

Apart from his great talent in dancing, he has almost all "flaws" in his body. Compared with a man like Lu Xianzhou who is so powerful and omnipotent, he is almost two extremes.

How does he get along with Lu Xianzhou?

Thinking of this, Ning Lan couldn't help but sighed in her heart, and asked him softly, "Are you feeling well?"

Qiao Jin's tears had already been suppressed, leaving only red eye circles and slightly wet eyelashes, and asked her in a low voice: "Mr. Lu...does... go home often?"

Ning Lan wasn't sure whether he wanted to see Lu Xianzhou or not, so she could only tell the truth: "Mr. Lu has some important things to do, and he won't be going home anytime soon. If you have something to say, you can tell me."

When Qiao Jin heard Ning Lan say that he won't be going home soon, he didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved and said "hmm".

"What's the matter?" Ning Lan turned around, kept her eyes on his face for a few more seconds, and threw a bolt from the blue to Qiao Jin's aftertaste, "Mr. Lu promised to come back as soon as possible to take wedding photos with you. Wedding, but internally you are the husband and the media are marrying the signed wife, the family banquet and necessary entertainment still have to be completed."

Qiao Jin was startled, "What, what?"

The speed increased slightly, and before Qiao Jin could finish digesting these words, he stopped in front of a single-family villa. Ning Lan opened the door and asked him to come down, and the driver trotted to the back to get his suitcase.

The morning sun was a little stronger, Qiao Jin narrowed his eyes slightly to adapt, and the tip of his nose was the first to smell a fresh and faint grass fragrance, which had just been mowed on the lawn.

He turned his head and saw that Lu Xianzhou's residence was not the gloomy old house he imagined, but clean and bright. The black iron railings were covered with vines and orange inflorescences. It is a large manicured lawn.

In the yard, there was a rather old, short and fat woman who was holding a water pipe and didn't know what to water. There was a huge dog lying beside her. When she heard the driver ring the doorbell, she hastily turned off the faucet and trotted over to open the door.

The dog shook its fur and rushed towards the door swiftly.

The cat in Qiao Jin's arms screamed and jumped down and ran away. He stood stiffly on the spot, not daring to move, and a burst of pheromone rushed out.

He is afraid of dogs.

Ning Lan was also taken aback, and hurriedly shouted: "Qingcang!"

Qing Cang grinned at Qiao Jin and roared angrily, as if sensing that he was an "intruder" and was very hostile. If Ning Lan hadn't been here, she might have pounced on him and tore off a piece of him.

Seeing that Qiao Jin was terrified, Ning Lan hurriedly asked him: "Madam, are you okay, Qing Cang is raised by Mr., did it scare you?"

Qiao Jin looked at the big dog sticking out his tongue in shock, his palms were covered with sweat, and he shook his head with difficulty: "No...it's okay."

His dog was also... terrible.

Feng Chaoen also had dogs, but he was not so vicious. Qiao Jin couldn't help but wondered what kind of person Lu Xianzhou was, and the dogs he raised were so vicious.

Will he be scary looking, tall and strong, covered in tattoos, like in the TV show, one hand can choke his neck.

The more Qiao Jin thought about it, the more nervous she became, and her breathing became chaotic, until the short, fat woman trotted over to pick up Qing Cang's neck rope, and asked kindly, "Miss Ning, I'm sorry I didn't scare you."

"It's okay." Ning Lan changed her formulaic expression and said with a smile, "Aunt Li, this is Mr.'s newlywed wife, Qiao Jin. I'll be living here from today, and I'll take care of you."

Aunt Li looked at Qiao Jin left and right, she was as white and clean as a small sugar cake that just came out of the steamer, her eye circles were red, and she looked like she was about to cry from fright.

She asked Ning Lan in a low voice: "Miss Ning, is this really Mr. Lu's new wife? Why do I think she is still a child, is she an adult?"

Ning Lan said, "I'm an adult, I just became an adult a few days ago."

Aunt Li opened her mouth, and looked at him a few more times in disbelief, "This is still a flower bone, Mr. Lu picked him home, isn't it a bit..."

Ning Lan knew that she had misunderstood, so she smiled and explained concisely, "You just need to take care of him, and Mr. Lu has his own plans for other things, so don't ask too much."

Aunt Li said: "Where do you arrange him to live? Mr. Lu didn't say in advance, and the new house is not furnished. He lives in Mr.'s bedroom?"

The author has something to say: Hey, Boss Lu didn't come out today, so I kind of miss him.

Jojo: No, I don't want to...

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