You are really not the father of the child

The morning sun rises in the sky, the morning mist has not dissipated, and the distant mountains are covered with gold, and the distant view is hazy.The hotel located in a high-rise building snatches all the sunlight, and the floor-to-ceiling windows bring in warmth and the beauty of the world.

Yan woke up.

He was lying on a bed in the hotel with nothing on.

He moved his hand, caught off guard, the temperature in his hand seemed to be higher than the heating in the house, and the skin felt scorchingly hot.

"!!!"

Yan Qing suddenly sat up, turned his head and looked at the man lying beside him who seemed to be still awake.

The man was lying on his side facing him, and the sun outside the window sprinkled broken gold on the man's body, showing off his flawless side face.He seemed to notice Yan Qing's movement of sitting up, and his sharp and thick eyebrows moved.

Even if Yan Qing doesn't understand human beings, he still knows what happened last night.

But... where did this man come from?

He couldn't detect the flow of demon power in the man - either he was a pure human being, or he was a great demon with profound morality.

Usually it's the former.

Suddenly the familiar ringtone of the mobile phone rang on the carpet.

Yan Qing turned over in a panic and got out of bed, hurriedly fished out his mobile phone from a pile of clothes - without even looking at it, he directly blocked the sound with demon power.

"Huh..." I managed not to wake anyone up.He doesn't know what's going on now, if he wakes up people, wouldn't his two faces face each other in a daze?

Fortunately, the man on the bed only moved, and his well-proportioned arms were exposed from under the quilt.But……

There seemed to be something dry stuck to the hem of his jacket, protruding a dark color, as if he hadn't had time to take off his clothes last night...

Oh, Grandpa of the Ancient Great Demon Heavenly Dao! !

This hotel is very expensive at first glance. Not only can he not wear clothes, but he may not even be able to pay for the hotel room. In order to meet his physiological needs during the pollination period, he slept with a strange man...

It was the first time in the hundreds of years since the little rose demon was conscious that he encountered such a problem that even humans could not solve. His head froze for a full 3 minutes, and then the man on the bed seemed to be about to open his eyes at the moment— —

A small rose tree jumped out of the window and suddenly appeared in the sky outside the French window. The wind in the early winter morning was so fierce that his branches trembled, and it almost failed to wrap up the mobile phone and glasses that were quickly put on subconsciously.

The roots of the small rose tree were firmly coiled on the wall, and he moved downstairs bit by bit.

—the phone rang again.

"Zhang Xun" is written on the caller ID. He is Yan Qing's good friend and colleague. Both of them work in Fengnian Screenwriting Studio.

His head was still full of paste, the branch wrapped around the phone shook, and the other branch with small flower buds hesitated on the screen of the phone. After thinking about it for a while, he finally remembered which button was the connection button.

"Hello——Zhang Xun...?" Yan Qing was hanging vertically on the tall building of the hotel, moving down a little bit, and the wind kept rustling in his ears.

It's all because he is too stupid in practice, and he still can't shrink into an inch.

"Hey Hey hey?"

"Hello—" Yan Qing shouted louder, "Can you hear me?"

"I heard it, I heard it, why are you so noisy over there? Is there a typhoon in winter?"

"..." Yan Qing glanced at the ground that was still some distance away, and his voice was a little aggrieved, "Zhang Xun, I, I, last night, last night..." The pollination period came suddenly, and his whole monster was burning badly, hazy That kind of thing happened in the middle of the night, and I woke up here.

I don't know if the last few words he uttered were due to guilty conscience, and he spoke in such a low voice that Zhang Xun didn't hear him at all, and continued to say, "Where are you? Didn't you set eight o'clock? Now it's seven o'clock." Ancestor at 45!!"

eight o'clock?

Seven forty-five?

Yan Qing's moving roots froze for a moment, and then, the little rose tree seemed to freeze suddenly, and the whole rose froze there.

He suddenly remembered something: "!!!!"

"I, I, I will go right away!!!"

He had a premonition that the pollination period was coming. During the pollination period, he would occasionally have a need for relief, but he was still single, and he felt that the dewy relationship was not very good, so he asked the respected and respected Yaozu elders he knew to help him. , matchmaking made an appointment for a blind date at eight o'clock this morning.

In order to let the blind date demon have a good impression of him, he specially asked Zhang Xun to prepare some romantic things. After all, Zhang Xun is a human being, so he must know more about these aspects than him.

It’s just that he is really not good at cultivation, and he even inferred his own pollination period wrongly. The pollination period came before he met his blind date, and he slept with a human being when he was still unconscious...

"Oh my god..." Yan Qing muttered to himself, "I just fell asleep and someone went on a blind date..."

If the blind date is right, he must confess immediately, admit his mistakes actively, and be a careless monster!

Let's talk about other things.

As for the human in the hotel...he didn't know whether he should give an explanation.

Although Yan Qing knew that this was not good, he subconsciously wanted to escape from this human being—the demon and the human cannot stay together forever, and he didn't even know how to take responsibility.

However, many human beings seem to be familiar with this dewy love affair, and the other party may not intend to make him responsible.

A blind date is an appointment before, even if it fails, it is a basic courtesy to attend the appointment.

Fortunately, it was the early morning of the weekend, and there were not many pedestrians on the roadside in Beicheng District. The little rose tree hid in the greenery on the roadside, and ran to the outside of the tea restaurant with all its ghost power.

The little rose tree seemed to be tired and paralyzed, loosened its branches weakly, turned on the screen and glanced at the time on the phone.

Seven fifty-five.

It's okay-

No, he has no clothes.

Yan Qing: "!!!!"

2 minute later.

Yan Qing wore the casual sportswear pulled off Zhang Xun's body, put on the gold-rimmed glasses that he quickly brought out from the hotel room, and silently apologized to Zhang Xun who was knocked out by him and stripped naked.

He set up a blindfold for Zhang Xun, and kept the temperature with demon power. Zhang Xun should be able to sleep comfortably in the bathroom cubicle, right?

He looked down at the beautifully packaged bouquet of roses in his hand, and felt that he was really wronged.

It doesn't matter if he wakes up in the hotel in the morning, what Zhang Xun prepared for him is still roses, the bright red ones, the ones that look exactly like him, and the ones that have been sucked out of the soil.

There are strong racial ties between the monster clan and the same clan of the main body. Looking at the bouquet of roses prepared by Zhang Xun, Yan Qing unconsciously felt a little empathy, and there was a third of sadness in the grievance.

Although living beings are not spirits, without aura and demon power, most of them will die according to the law in a short period of time, but Yan Qing has not been a human for ten years, and he treats other species well. Seeing the same kind will always cause some disturbances, and he cannot treat them indifferently. This apoptosis.

"Hello," someone stopped him, "are you here for a blind date?"

Before Yan Qing could clean up his melancholy expression, he stopped in his tracks and looked up at the person who came.

A thin gold chain hangs from the gold-framed glasses, his sad eyes are wide open because of doubt, his eyelashes are curled up, and his eyebrows are lowered, as if someone really bullied him.

"Yes... you are?" Yan Qing asked.

The visitor was a 30-year-old man with average appearance, wearing a serious black suit. There seemed to be a demonic aura flowing all over his body. He was a demon clan with low cultivation.

Is it his blind date?

The visitor immediately answered his doubts: "My husband has an appointment with you at eight o'clock. I am my husband's assistant. The private room has been booked. Please come with me."

Private room?

Seems to be richer than him...

I can still afford Yaozu as an assistant, it seems that I have more money...

When we meet again, will this blind date think his bouquet of roses is too shabby?

If, if the other party dislikes him for being shabby...

He can also transform back into his own body, and when piled up with this bouquet of flowers, it will appear more, right?

"Sorry," the assistant walking in front of him opened the door of the private room, "Sir, it seems that something has delayed you. We will keep you waiting for an extra 5 minutes. We will take care of all expenses."

As the assistant spoke, his eyes seemed to keep glancing at his face.

Yan Qing was actually relieved that he didn't have to face his blind date so quickly, who seemed to be richer and more cultivated than him, and still solemnly and gently hugged his dead fellow, and asked, "Why do you keep looking at me? What's wrong with me?"

There is no euphemism like humans among the monster race, the assistant immediately said: "You look a little sad?"

Yan Qing didn't lie: "Yes."

He glanced at the spacious private room, and was once again shocked by how rich his blind date was. He lowered his head and sat down with a bouquet of roses in his arms.

In order not to be noticed by humans, he has become accustomed to running the formation to isolate the smell all the time.The assistant could only smell the rose in his hand, but didn't find out what his real body was, and was even more surprised why this little monster still looked so aggrieved and sad on a blind date.

My husband has always had a bad temper. If he saw this wronged little monster later, would he just leave?

The assistant was suddenly worried about the cute and wronged little monster in front of him.

It's just that this worry seems unnecessary.

Yan Qing held flowers and sat in the luxurious private room for the first 5 minutes, the second 5 minutes, and the third 5 minutes...

The assistant who tried to contact the "sir" failed for the third time had no choice but to say: "I'm really sorry, maybe something urgent happened to Mr. Why don't you leave your contact information and I'll contact you after Mr. has finished handling the matter?"

In fact, the assistant knew his gentleman's temper.

Maybe it's not because of urgent matter that I can't get in touch, but because I don't want to come.After all, it is something that the Yaozu elders have decided on their own. His husband is not afraid of anything, so how can he be manipulated at will?

It's the same if you wait any longer.

It's just that the little monster was not very happy all the time, and the assistant didn't dare to say anything serious.

"Hmm... okay." Yan Qing blinked, he gently stroked the branches of the rose in his hand, his slender white fingers passed by the bright red flowers, and his tone was very gentle, " It doesn't matter, if there is any urgent matter, it is better to solve it first."

Then the young man stood up, still holding the bouquet of roses gently and melancholy, and walked out.

"By the way," the assistant felt sympathetic, "I can help you deliver this bouquet of flowers to the husband." Although the husband will definitely not accept it.

Mr. likes flowers and plants, but he doesn't like lifeless flowers and plants carefully packaged by human beings.

The assistant had good intentions, but Yan Qing shook his head in a panic: "It's okay, no need, thank you..."

Then he walked away quickly.

In the end, the assistant found out that he forgot to leave his contact information during the conversation just now - because he knew subconsciously that it would be useless to leave it.

Sure enough, not 2 minutes after the little monster left, a call was made to the phone number that couldn't be reached after calling several times.

It's not that he didn't come because of an emergency, but that he didn't want to come at all.

The assistant quickly picked up the phone: "Sir." "Yes, your blind date is gone." "He didn't say anything, he was a very gentle and melancholy little monster. For some reason, he was always sad after he sat down. ..."

The assistant has been with her husband for a long time and speaks more casually.While he was on the phone, he thought about going to the bathroom to sort out the wrinkles of his clothes.

The bathroom was very close, and within a few words, he walked to the door.

"Perhaps he's upset not to see you, sir. The monster seems to be both talkative and—"

The assistant opened the door.

Inside the door, holding a rose in one hand and carrying a chi fruit in the other, Yan Qing paused.

The assistant's eyes widened, and he changed the subject of the conversation: "And... are you good at playing?"