When Two Alphas Meet, One's an Omega

Jian Songyi sat in the back seat habitually, while Bai Huai sat in the co-pilot for some unknown reason.

He looked at the back of Bai Huai's slightly damp head, and finally felt a little more comfortable. He slumped lazily on the leather seat, took out his phone, and clicked on the WeChat group chat [Two A One O].

Lu Qifeng: [Bai Huai is really back? ]

Jane Songyi: [Hmm]

Zhou Xiaoluo: [Brother Song, take a quick look at No. [-] Middle School’s post! ]

Jian Songyi: [Am I free? ]

Lu Qifeng: [The No. [-] Middle School Post Bar is about to explode because Bai Huai came back]

Zhou Xiaoluo: [Really, Brother Song, our school hasn’t reacted yet, but the No. [-] Middle School really exploded. The newly transferred boss seems to have a lot of cultural and historical background]

Jian Songyi: [Do all of you liberal arts students use words like this]

Although Jian Songyi said she was unwilling, she still cut out the WeChat interface and clicked on the webpage of Yizhong Tieba.

It did explode.

There are twenty posts on a page, ten with Bai Huai's name on them, and five with big bosses.

The title of the most popular post was [that man, he's back].

Click to enter, the picture of the main building is the picture of Bai Huai at the gate of NFLS.

He stood under the rain curtain with an umbrella in his hand. His crisp white shirt showed an Alpha's superior shoulder width and waist. His legs were even more ridiculously long. The exposed part of his ankle was slender and powerful, with well-defined bones.

He is taller, more mature, and stronger than when he was 14 years old. Only the little mole under the corner of his eye remains unchanged.

Main building accompanying text: Three years after that man left Nancheng, he came back and became even more perfect.

[My male god is back! !I can do it again! ! ]

[The best A in Nancheng is finally back!My crush has no BE]

[What's the matter with this man? !How did you become more handsome? !My eyes are pregnant today]

[What are you doing?Even if Bai Huai is back, what's the matter with you? ]

[This year, there is one less quota for self-enrollment in Beicheng and Huaqing. I'm going to do some research. Goodbye everyone]

[I went too]

[Ahhh, why did the male god go to NFLS!Is there still time for me to transfer to NFLS? ! ]

……

[Why didn't Bai Huai go back to No. [-] Middle School? ]

The hundreds-of-story high-rise building came to an abrupt end because of the last problem.

Like some kind of tacit taboo.

Jian Songyi withdrew from the post, and said lightly, this group of people haven't forgotten about that little thing.

And as for it, Bai Huai was only 14 years old when he left, and he was just a kid, where did he get such a great charm?A group of people blindly blowing with their eyes closed, returning the best A in Nancheng, huh.

Has him A?

Jian Song realized this, and couldn't help but opened the post again, clicked on the picture, and looked at it for three seconds.

Well, it's true that there is no him. The people in No. [-] Middle School are just like Zhou Luo, with poor aesthetics.

Looking at it, he suddenly remembered something and raised his eyebrows.

Isn't this man with an umbrella?

He must have been let go by some unscrupulous brat, and he was ridiculed for being short for no reason.

The corners of Young Master Jian's lips were slightly drawn into a straight line in displeasure.

Bai Huai looked up at the rearview mirror, then turned his head to look out the window.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, the sky was dim, and the huge raindrops hit the street buildings, infiltrating deep colors, and the whole city was filled with bewildering gray prosperity.

It's all the way he remembers.

The Jian family and the Bai family are family friends, and they have been brothers from the trenches since the grandfather's generation.

Later, Jian Songyi's grandfather and Bai Huai's grandfather were assigned to Nancheng together, and they moved with their family from the north to become neighbors.

Later, the old man of the Jian family died, and the house of the Jian family was taken back. Jian Songyi's father chose to go into business, but Bai Huai's father returned to Beicheng.

Originally, the two families should drift away like this, but Bai Huai's sister-in-law also followed Jian Songyi and his father to the sea, and the two joined hands to monopolize the real estate and retail sales in Nancheng, and old Bai was nostalgic for the past, and rejected promotions and transfers in Beicheng several times , So the two families simply bought the house together again.

In the mansion area in the city center, small European-style buildings shaded by sycamore trees stand opposite each other across a boulevard and two lawns. The windows can be seen from the windows, and the doors can be seen from the doors.

Jian Songyi and Bai Huai grew up wearing crotch pants together in such an environment.

However, the Jian family loved their son, and they chose the private schools with the best conditions from elementary school to middle school, for fear that the young master would suffer a little bit of grievance.However, because Bai Huai's father cherished feathers, Bai Huai went to the public school under the nine-year compulsory system, and later transferred to Beicheng in the third year of junior high school, so there were not many real head-to-head confrontations between the two.

Jian Songyi felt that if Bai Huai was a girl, maybe they could still achieve a beautiful legend of childhood sweethearts and friends.

It's a pity for Bai Huai.

Gee.

Looking at the sycamore leaves that had been knocked down by the rain outside the window, he sighed a little, opened the door, and got out of the car.

After Bai Huai transferred to another school, the father and son never went back to Nancheng. Only during the Chinese New Year, Mr. Bai would go to North City to get together. So in the past three years, Jian Songyi spent more time with Mr. Bai than Bai Huai.

Entering Bai's house is like entering his own home. When eating, he keeps reminding Mr. Bai what to avoid for high blood pressure, and reminds him to take medicine after the meal.

It seems that Bai Huai, the authentic young master of the Bai family, looks like an outsider.

But the grandson is the grandson after all, Mr. Bai held Jian Songyi's hand, and he was talking about Bai Huai's affairs: "Xiaoyi, grandpa knows that you have good grades. Now Xiaohuai has transferred to your class. Are you free?" Just help him more, or I'm afraid the kid won't be able to keep up."

Jian Song glanced at Bai Huai who was sitting on the opposite sofa, and felt that he had to get back the place he lost from his height today.

The corners of her lips curled up: "Okay, Grandpa, I'll take care of this matter, but you also know that I'm impatient, and I'm afraid I won't be able to teach you when the time comes, so I quarreled with Bai Huai in a hurry Now, don't blame me."

After speaking, the corners of his eyes twitched, his eyes flicked from the end of his eyes, and he glanced at Bai Huai.

He has peach blossom eyes hooked inside and turned up outside. With such a sweep, the provocative taste is vividly displayed.

He didn't really want to tutor Bai Huai, and with Bai Huai's peacock-like temperament, would he let him tutor?

impossible.

He just wanted to embarrass him.

But unexpectedly, Bai Huai just raised his eyelids and gave him a faint look.

"Your home and my home?"

"?"

Why is this your home and mine?

When Jian relaxedly sat in front of the desk in Bai Huai's bedroom and was only a book away from his elbow, he raised his head, looked at the cedar outside the window of his bedroom in the small building opposite, and fell silent for a while.

Is he sick or is Bai Huai sick?

How did you really get counseling?

Are they such a friendly and harmonious relationship?

Jane Songyi remained silent.

A hand reached out to him.

Slender and well-proportioned, with distinct joints, the light blue blood vessels under the cold white skin can be seen on the back of the hands.

He tapped the table with his fingers: "Come back to your senses."

When he knocked, Jian Song sensed something faintly, and frowned: "Bai Huai, why don't you be so coquettish and spray perfume on your wrist?"

Bai Huai glanced at him sideways: "Which nostril did you smell it?"

Jian Songyi was very serious: "How do I know which nostril I smelled it from? The two of them are so close and they didn't report it to me."

"..."

Bai Huai turned his head and looked at him like a fool.

His brows are long and narrow, and his pupils are shallow. He doesn't wear glasses at the moment, and his eyes are a little loose. When he sees people unconsciously, he has an indifferent disdain, and he raises his wrist provocatively: "Why don't you Smell it?"

"Okay."

"..."

Jian Songyi really grabbed his wrist, lowered her head, took a close sniff twice, raised her eyebrows in doubt after sniffing: "It's strange, why is there no smell again."

His breath carried the fresh heat of a young man, and fell on the cool skin of his wrist, causing a slightly hot itchy.

Bai Huai withdrew his hand calmly: "Because I didn't spray at all."

"No, I really smelled it just now." Young Master Jian felt that he had been wronged greatly, "I have a bad nose, every time your grandpa eats supper, I can catch him at home, it is absolutely impossible to smell wrong, If you have the ability, let me smell it again."

As she spoke, she put her left hand on the back of Bai Huai's chair, turned her head sideways, bent down, and leaned towards the back of his neck.

His logic is simple, if the wrist is sprayed with perfume, the aorta must be sprayed as well.

However, just as the hair on his forehead swept over Bai Huai's neck, the back of the chair that was resting on his hand was suddenly pushed back.

Bai Huai stood up quickly and neatly, turned sideways, avoided him, lowered his eyes indifferently, and spoke imperceptibly impetuously: "Jian Songyi, do you still have some common sense?"

Jian Songyi was stunned, and realized that he had been slapped in the face by someone, and the eldest young master suddenly became angry: "I heard that you have not worn perfume on your body, why do you have no common sense? Two old men, you Are you fucking ashamed?"

Bai Huai ignored him, closed the workbook with a "snap", and said calmly, "I've finished the last big question, you can go back."

How dare he give him an expulsion order.

Jian Songyi laughed angrily, and stood up without saying a word. Because the movement was too large, the chair was pushed back a lot, and it rubbed against the wooden floor, making a sharp and piercing sound.

"Who do you care about?"

After finishing speaking, he went downstairs with a "thump, thud, thump", and the door was also slammed shut with a "bang".

Although Jian Songyi has a big temper, she usually pays more attention to her words and deeds in front of her elders.

This way, it is very popular.

Bai Huai looked at the orange light that soon came on in the opposite room, put down the exercise book in his hand, squeezed the space between his eyebrows, picked up the phone on the table, and clicked on the dialog box on the top.

If Jian Songyi was the eldest son of a wealthy family in ancient times, then Bai Huai should also be the eldest son of a prime minister's family, only one with a bigger temper than him, no one with a smaller temper.

But Jian Songyi's biggest advantage is that he is not afraid of power. He feels that even if Bai Huai pretends a little, there is nothing to be afraid of, so he is determined not to take back his eldest master's temper.

However, from childhood to adulthood, Bai Huai didn't know whether it was because he was too lazy to argue with him, or for some other reason. He always indulged him intentionally or unintentionally, and he really developed a temper that he couldn't stand any grievances.

Fortunately, Jian Songyi's temper came and went quickly, and nothing happened when she came out of the shower.

Holding the towel in one hand and rubbing his hair, he took out his mobile phone in the other hand to apologize to Grandpa Bai.

When I left Bai's house, I didn't say good night to the old man, it was too rude.

He opened WeChat, and a red dot lit up in the upper right corner of a somewhat familiar profile picture.

The profile picture is white, and the nickname only has one letter, B.

The last chat record in the dialog box was the New Year's greeting message that Jian Songyi's mother forced him to send.

There is only one new message: [Don't gossip about other people's glands from now on]

The water droplets on the forehead dripped from the tip of the hair, and "Bada—" hit the phone screen.

Jian Song raised the corners of her lips, it turned out that she was really shy.

Well, it's because he didn't take physiology class well and didn't differentiate, so he was too dull and didn't pay attention to his proportions, and he couldn't blame Mr. Bai for being angry.

It's my own fault, I have to coax.

So the fingertips moved slightly, and quickly returned to the past.

[It smells good, be confident]

Although Bai Huai did not admit that he had worn perfume, Jian Songyi was sure that he had smelled it.

It is a clear and cold fragrance, like a pine forest with snow falling.

It smells really good.

And at that moment, he felt an indescribable physical and mental comfort, so it is absolutely impossible for him to make a mistake.

This boring is spraying perfume.

When Bai Huai received this WeChat message, he raised his head, looked at the dangling figure reflected on the opposite curtain, and squinted his eyes.

Some people just don't clean up.

But it seems that it has begun to smell the pheromone, and it should soon enter the differentiation period.

The author has something to say:

What, it can be cleaned up after differentiation?