As soon as the doctor coughed, Jiang Zhihuo knew what he was going to say.
It's okay not to say this explicitly, but if I do... Both of you here are innocent and have been flirting for some time, but it's just flirting. Neither of you has ever been in a relationship. Except for those few times when they hugged each other because they needed pheromones to relieve the pain, they haven't even touched hands at other times.
It's a bit awkward and stimulating to talk about this topic directly.
Jiang Zhihuo imagined the scene, but couldn't bear it and didn't want to think about it anymore. He turned around to look at Yan Mu, who was not much better than him. He had a calm expression and his earlobes were covered with a layer of pink.
After coming out of the clinic, Jiang Zhihuo went to the lobby to pick up the newly prescribed inhibitor. The two of them tacitly did not mention the purpose of "finding an alpha".
When she walked out of the hospital gate, her lower abdomen began to hurt again. She was in public and in the hospital. She didn't know if there were other omegas nearby, so it was not easy to release pheromones directly. Yan Mu grabbed Jiang Zhihuo's arm.
This little bit of pheromone covering the skin is better than nothing, at least it won't hurt so much.
The driver was already waiting at the hospital entrance.
Yan Mu - had already called the driver, and after getting in the car and closing the windows tightly, he began to slowly release pheromones.
The driver of the Yan family is a beta, a middle-aged man in his forties. Since he reminded Yan Mu last time that he wanted to go back, Yan Mu never asked him to come again. I was a little surprised to receive the call from the young master just now. When I arrived at the place, I saw that the young master brought his classmates in the car, which surprised me even more.
The person he brought back was a girl... Even though we were sitting in the car together, he never touched her. He had a stern face and didn't say a word, as if there was no one sitting next to him.
This time, this guy was different. Yan Mu led him up the bus. After getting in, he said hello to the driver sitting in front of him, and then he leaned against Yan Mu. In the past, Master Yan Mu would definitely be angry if he was touched to this extent. The driver had seen many cases where he tried to touch the Master but was glared back. He didn't expect that he would be so good-tempered this time and let him do it.
While waiting at the traffic light, the driver looked through the rearview mirror to see who was getting on the bus.
He is quite handsome, looking energetic and enthusiastic, with a completely different style from Young Master Yan. He leaned bonelessly on the back seat with his arm resting on Young Master Yan Mu's arm.
Not long after, the red light at the intersection turned green. The driver lifted the brake and was about to drive forward when he suddenly heard the handsome boy in the back seat say to Master Yan Mu, "Brother Yan, touch here. Remember to be responsible for your child."
Yan Muting cooperated: "Okay, is your last name Yan or Jiang?"
!!!!!!
The driver heard these two sentences word for word and almost stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
The car body shook. Jiang Zhihuo saw the driver's face change and said with a smile, "Hahaha sorry, uncle. Brother Yan and I were just joking."
driver:"… "
This was so funny. Jiang Zhihuo laughed silently until his shoulders were shaking. Yan Mu poked him with his elbow, and then he lay on Yan Mu again, burying his head in the crook of his neck and laughing.
The hot air from his laughter sprayed directly on his neck, making him feel itchy, but Yan Muting had no choice but to let him do it.
The pain caused by the differentiated reproductive cavity is not too frequent. Most of the time, it is just a few twitches in the lower abdomen. Even if Yan Mu is not there to endure it, it will pass quickly. She is not that delicate and does not need to stick with him all the time.
— After having dinner together, Yan Mu sent Jiang Zhihuo to the bar.
Fu Xiuwang would come every night in a suit and tie, sit at his seat and order a glass of amber, and every time he would chat with Jiang Zhihuo for a few words.
That night he asked Jiang Zhihuo: "How is school lately?"
Jiang Zhihuo sat across from him. Fu Xiuwang knew his true character and didn't need to hide anything from him. He said distressedly, "Not so good. Too many classes and too much homework. I can't handle it."
The boy who usually pretended to be indifferent showed a childish emotion. Fu Xiuwang was very satisfied. He said, "Do you want to come with me?"
Jiang Zhihuo frowned slightly, seeming to be still struggling: "I haven't thought about it yet."
Fu Xiuwang smiled: "Are you worried that your parents won't agree? No, you live alone, your parents are not here, so you don't have to worry about that."
Jiang Zhihuo was surprised: "How do you know?"
"I definitely need to know everything about the person I'm looking for - right? Contact me when you figure it out."
The door opened and closed, and the man left the bar.
Jiang Zhihuo sneered and took off the recording device.
Zhou had just arrived at school when a group of people who were having breakfast gathered together to discuss the incident of a senior high school student running away from home some time ago.
"Hey, have you noticed that these runaways are all very good-looking?"
"Yes, they are all daily photos, not photoshopped. When I saw the missing person notice on Weibo, I almost thought it was a promotion by a film crew."
"Speaking of these people, are their grades not very good in school?"
"It must be bad. The pressure is too great. Otherwise, how could you not be able to bear it and run away from home?"
This piece of social news actually did not attract much attention. Many people discussed it in the first few days, but various things happen to college entrance examination candidates every year. After two days, the news was almost gone. Adults are busy with their own things. They are all office workers. They just sigh and say a few words when they see it. Maybe they will even complain in their hearts about how such people with such endurance can withstand the beatings of society. The only ones who can truly empathize with them are the students who are also in their third year of high school.
But I usually study and not many people watch the news. It was only yesterday that someone suddenly made a summary, saying that the people who left were all very good-looking, that we had a casual chat during breakfast time.
Ding Jianhui also saw this and realized that running away from home was irresponsible to himself and his family, so he spent half a class chatting with his classmates, telling them that if they felt too much pressure, they could talk to their teachers and parents, and not go to extremes. The school also has a psychological counseling room where they can talk, and they should not keep their worries to themselves.
Jiang Zhihuo held up his chin and listened - In every class in the morning, the teacher had to emphasize - Don't put too much pressure on yourself.
Jiang Zhihuo was the one with the least pressure, yet he was singled out as an example.
The math teacher used a triangle to wake up Jiang Zhihuo who was taking a nap on the desk: "Everyone should learn from our classmate Zhihuo. He only has a total score of more than 300 but can still come to school happily every day. He really learns happily. Apart from anything else, this optimistic attitude deserves recognition!"
Jiang Zhihuo: “?”
Yan Mu sent a message when school was about to end.
Yan Mu: What are you having for lunch
Jiang Zhihuo replied in seconds—a “?”
Class hasn't ended yet, and Yan Mu is secretly playing with the phone he used to play with his image as a poor student?!
This won't work.
Jiang Zhihuo quit the game and replied.
Jiang Zhihuo: It’s over, the academic genius doesn’t study hard anymore and actually plays with his cellphone during class.
Jiang Zhihuo: I can’t eat this meal anymore.
Jiang Zhihuo: [animated expression]
Yan Mu: I’m working on the questions. I’ve finished them.
Yan Mu: Let’s go back and cook noodles. I can’t think of what to eat.
Jiang Zhihuo: Have you really not decided what to eat or do you want to take me home
Jiang Zhihuo asked very directly. They had become so close these days that if he continued to pretend to be stupid, he would be a fool.
Yan Mu answered without hesitation: Both.
Jiang Zhihuo: Okay, since you are so responsible, the child will take your surname.
Seeing this message, Yan Mu couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
Yesterday’s joke hasn’t passed yet.
Class 4 was dismissed early, and Yan Mu was waiting for Jiang Zhihuo at the door. The handsome man, who was about 80 meters tall, leaned against the railing with his legs bent. He lowered his head to fiddle with his mobile phone. His nose was straight, and his jawline was clean and neat, connecting his Adam's apple and collarbone, which was immersed in the collar of his school uniform.
No matter how many times you look at Yan Xueshen's face, you will never get tired of it. The more you look at it, the more handsome it becomes. The girls sitting by the window are going crazy and keep peeking out. The biology teacher of the class is a young woman. After class, she came out with the textbooks and joked with Yan Mu: "Where is the handsome guy waiting for? He has attracted the attention of all the girls in our class. I can't even teach."
"Sorry, teacher." Yan Mu said.
The biology teacher smiled and waved his hand, said "Go and eat", and walked towards the office.
Jiang Zhihuo stuffed his textbooks and backpack into the drawer, rushed out the back door, and bumped into Yan Mu: "Brother Yan, let's go!"
Zong Bei also came out of the second class door and saw them. He asked, "Brother Huo, Yan Shen, what are you going to eat? Canteen or takeout?"
Jiang Zhihuo: "Neither, I'll cook for you, do you want to join me?"
Zong Bei - Hearing Jiang Zhihuo say that he wanted to move the kitchen, he quickly waved his hand to refuse: "No, no, the cafeteria is too crowded, I'll go grab some food first, bye Brother Huo Yan Shen!"
This escape was so exaggerated that it aroused Yan Mu's curiosity: "What did you feed him?"
"No, it was during my junior year in middle school. He came to my house to help me with my studies. Brother Li was not at home and Zong Bei was a guest. I couldn't neglect him, so I made him a bowl of egg fried rice. I thought it was okay, really. But Zong Bei's eyes almost popped out of his head and he asked me if I was going to poison him."
Jiang Zhihuo still found the scene funny when he thought about it. Zongbei picked up a piece of charcoal-colored stuff and said in surprise: "Huo, you said, this is an egg? How did you fry the eggs into this color? And this, this is a bean? It's shrunken, you tell me this is a bean? Corn, what corn, is there any corn in this pot?"
The last meal was not eaten at all. Zongbei went to wash the pot, but it kept leaking no matter how he rinsed it. When he lifted it up, he found a hole in the bottom of the pot.
He rushed out again with the pot in his hand, dumbfounded: "How did you make fried rice? With an awl? Why is there a hole in the pot?!"
When Jiang Zhihuo talked about what happened in the past, Yan Mu thought of the bowl of noodles he cooked at home last time... It was indeed love, at least he didn't break the pot.
The previous conversation solidified Jiang Zhihuo's title of kitchen killer. Yan Mu didn't let Jiang Zhihuo touch the pot. Jiang Zhihuo was bored, so he leaned against the stove and browsed Taobao.
He has been browsing Taobao these days when he has nothing to do. It’s Brother Li’s birthday in a few days, and he hasn’t decided what to give him.
"What are you looking at?" Yan Mu asked.
"A birthday gift for Brother Li." Jiang Zhihuo said, "A few days ago, a senior from the research lab added me and said he wanted to set up a party for Brother Li. He asked me where he liked to eat in the past."
Boil water, put in noodles, Yan Mu asked: "When?"
Jiang Zhihuo continued to look at his phone and replied, "The 24th, Christmas Eve."
Li Muhe’s birthday is easy to remember, December 24th, Christmas Eve, a special day. Every year on this day he would receive a whole box of apples.
Yan Mu paused for a moment and said, "I wanted to ask you out that day, too."
"I can't go. Christmas Day is on the 25th. It's a holiday after all. Christmas Eve is a bit hollow. I don't remember it being called that a few years ago. It was just a gimmick made up by businesses."
The 24th and 25th, morning and night, were no big deal for the two grown boys. They were not little girls and did not care about these details. Yan Mu did not know what was wrong, but whenever he encountered something concerning Li Muhe, he wanted to argue with him first.
He asked Jiang Zhihuo: "Can I not go?"
Jiang Zhihuo raised his head: "Brother Yan, what's wrong?"
Just as I asked the question, my lower abdomen started to hurt again. The pain was so sudden that I gasped with a hissing sound and my waist slightly arched.
Yan Mu turned off the fire on the stove, took a step to the right, and reached out to hold Jiang Zhihuo in his arms.
Every time Yan Mu came over with pheromones, there was always a feeling of sudden quietness.
The fresh smell of rain lingers on clothes, touches the tip of the nose, and embeds into the glands.
Jiang Zhihuo felt better, no longer in pain, and leaned on his elbow with his backhand. Yan Mu: "Thank you, Brother Yan."
Normally, if they were to touch each other like this, Yan Mu would retreat, not crossing the line or overstepping the boundaries. He was pursuing Jiang Zhihuo, and he had always kept a good balance between the two of them, not too far, not too close, and they were very comfortable with each other.
But this time he didn't. Not only did he not retreat or let go, but he held her even tighter.
When we came back, the room was not cold, so we took off our long-sleeved coats. We hugged each other, arms against arms, and the slight pulse was transmitted through our touching skin.
Yan Mu lowered his head, resting his forehead on Jiang Zhihuo's shoulder, his hair brushing against the side of his neck, as if being rubbed by some furry little animal.
Yan Mu said in a low, somewhat hoarse voice: "I'll give you the pheromones to smell, don't go."
The ending sound sinks, with a rustling feeling, and seems to be very aggrieved.
Jiang Zhihuo put down his hand and was stunned for a while.
Brother Yan saying these words in this voice is really killing me, I can't stand it at all.
Just like when I hugged him at the back of the bus the day before the competition, kissed his ear and said, "You are mine."
Crazy sweet.
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