After much deliberation, I didn't dare to call directly, but sent a few messages to Qi Shu.
[senior]
[sorry]
[Can I go back]
He replied quickly this time: [OK]
The two cold words on the screen do not show any emotion. I can't help but guess what he is doing now and what he is thinking.
If he's upset, how can I explain that I didn't bother him on purpose yesterday.
Moreover, he doesn't seem to like Xu Xingze very much, will I make things darker and darker...
Fortunately, he didn't say that I was not allowed to go back.
I was still thinking about how to find an excuse to get out of the hospital, when Xu Xingze answered the phone, he reluctantly dealt with it, put down the phone with a dark face, and said, "Qi Shu's secretary, I will pick you up in half an hour."
After finishing speaking, he said to himself again: "It's strange, how did he know my phone number?"
I'm also wondering why you didn't call me directly.
"If you don't want to go, you can stay in the hospital with peace of mind, or you can go back to school. Don't be afraid if I'm here."
"I think… "
Xu Xingze choked for a moment, then sighed bitterly, looked at my lower abdomen and said, "I almost forgot about you..."
In fact, I don't feel much about the little guy in my stomach. After all, it's only less than two months old, and I might not even be able to tell the gender.
Hope is a cute beta girl.
Don't be too like Qi Shu.
Hmm... It's not good to be like me, I have no independent opinion, and I don't know people clearly.
It's better to be like Qi Shu, be smarter.
Xiao Wu is always punctual, saying that half an hour is half an hour, not a single point bad.
He took me home and said that Qi Shu would come back late after working overtime today.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw a pair of goose-yellow plush slippers on the shoe cabinet that I had never seen before, no matter the size or style, they didn't look like Qi Shu's.
It seemed that he wasn't lonely at all during my absence this week.
"By the way," I called to stop Xiao Wu who was about to leave, and asked, "Was that omega last time, Wen Ziqing?"
After all, Xiao Wu is not very good at lying, knowing that he can't hide it, he can only admit it in a low voice: "Yes..."
really.
"I see." I waved my hand, not going to continue asking.
After Xiao Wu left, I was suddenly at a loss.
When I looked down, I saw the pair of slippers again, placed on the top shelf of the shoe cabinet, very eye-catching.
Most of the mood of expecting to see Qi Shu disappeared in an instant.
It's strange, why do people always covet things that can't belong to them, is it really addictive if you can't love them
If there is more time, maybe I will try harder, can't win the white moonlight of ten years, can't win the new love of two months
But now I don't have the strength or energy to fight any more, so what if I win, so what if I win, it's nothing more than an extra sip of soup on the Naihe Bridge.
It was almost midnight when Qi Shu came back. He has a group of managers under him, and there are very few things that require him to be busy so late.
I didn't sleep well on the sofa in the living room, and woke up when I heard the sound.
Opening my eyes, I saw him leaning over to put out half a cigarette in the ashtray, he gave me a sideways look, and asked, "What do you think of my place?"
I was unavoidably unresponsive just after waking up, and I was still a little dazed when I sat up.
Qi Shu's voice was very calm, but the calmer it was, the more it gave people a bad feeling.
He sat down next to me, picked up my cuff and sniffed it, then frowned and said, "Last time I said I didn't like the smell of other alphas on you, but you ignored it, didn't you?"
"No..." I quickly denied.
He was impatient, "Go clean yourself up and talk to me."
I had no choice but to take a shower first. After washing carefully for more than half an hour, I finally thought about it and packed all the clothes on my body and threw them into the trash can.
When he changed into his pajamas and went out, Qi Shu was still sitting on the sofa. He lit another cigarette, not knowing what he was thinking.
Only one night light was turned on in the living room, and the light was not bright. In the smog, Qi Shu's face was a little blurred.
I suddenly felt a strange peace, as if there were only the two of us left in the world, without the barriers of class, without the torment of illness, and without all kinds of other people mixed in between us.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't love me, he only has me now.
This kind of peace didn't last long, Qi Shu raised his eyes and said indifferently: "From tomorrow onwards, you don't have to go to school, someone will help you with the graduation procedures."
what do you mean...why...
"But, I have promised the teacher to attend the graduation party..."
"I spend money to support you, not to let you go out and show your face."
He got up and walked, and suddenly pressed the cigarette butt on my collarbone without warning. Even though there was a layer of fabric to cushion it, the high temperature still instantly scalded the flesh with a hissing sound.
The burning pain spread from my collarbone to my whole body, and there was a smell of burnt flesh in the air.
At that moment, I trembled with pain, but I felt a strange pleasure from it.
I could even clearly feel Qi Shu twisting the cigarette end until the sparks were completely extinguished.
"Does it hurt?" He threw the cigarette butt without changing his face.
Does it hurt... Of course it does.
But this little pain is nothing compared to the pain of gland transplantation.
I looked at Qi Shu, probably because I had accumulated too much disappointment, but I didn't feel too sad.
This bastard, I'm about to die, and he won't treat me any better.
"Don't renew the contract when it expires this year." I tried to smile, "Or it can be terminated early, and I can refund you the extra money."
Qi Shu's eyes darkened and he didn't speak.
"You don't lack a bed partner, and now you have Wen Ziqing, why waste money on me. I know myself, and it's not worth that price." I endured the pain and continued.
After a long silence, Qi Shu suddenly said, "He is a bit like you when you were eighteen, and he is more sensible than you. If you think about it this way, it's really useless to keep you."
Wen Ziqing is like me...? He seems to be gentle.
"But I don't like taking back the money that was given out."
Qi Shu's hand rested on my collarbone, like a lover's caress, but the next moment, his thumb pressed hard on my wound.
The excruciating pain hit me, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I heard him say, "So you still have to listen to me now."
... Very good, I pissed off Qi Shu again.
I didn't want to argue.
Qi Shu's hands are strong, I endured it for a long time and finally couldn't help but groan in pain, my legs went limp and I fell into his arms, and my forehead accidentally hit his shoulder.
"It hurts... Qi Shu..."
According to past experience, if you don't want to suffer more, it is better to be soft than hard at this time.
"Just know it hurts." Qi Shu finally spared me and asked, "What are you going to the hospital for today?"
"fever… "
"Oh? Really have a fever?" He didn't seem to believe it, and tried my forehead with his lips.
like a kiss.
I'm used to Qi Shu's way of slapping him and then giving him a sweet date, and said, "It's not burning anymore."
"what did the doctor say?"
"The doctor said... it's just a cold, it's okay."
Qi Shu hummed and didn't ask any more questions.
He didn't really care about me, otherwise he wouldn't have been unaware of my abnormal state during this time.
Asking a few words is already a charity, I should be content.
The burn still hurts, but the headache and heart palpitations that have been tormenting me these days have been relieved by being close to Qi Shu.
The biggest lack of freedom for an omega is that once it is marked or pregnant, it is absolutely impossible to leave its own alpha.
Now I have no way to tell whether it is because I am still attached to Qi Shu psychologically, or whether it is just my physical instinct that makes me have to rely on him.
In fact, it doesn't matter. After living in a daze for more than twenty years, it doesn't matter if I was not sober in the last few months.
I'm not a smart person after all.
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