last love

After a long and tortuous night, Wen Ke was the first to wake up the next morning.

He has always had a regular schedule, and today it is rare that he would feel nauseated without getting up together, but instead feel refreshed, so he naturally ran to the kitchen, wanting to prepare some light sobering breakfast for everyone.

Wen Ke washed the rice and put it in the pot to start cooking porridge. When he was about to take out the quick-frozen dumplings from the refrigerator, Han Jiangque, who was still sleeping just now, got up.

It's also amazing to say that after the two of them are together, Han Jiangque seems to have installed some kind of detector on Wen Ke.

It doesn't matter what time he sleeps, as long as Wen Ke is still asleep in bed, he can always fall asleep deeply, but once Wen Ke gets up and leaves, he will definitely wake up immediately within 10 minutes.

"Why are you cooking?"

In fact, Han Jiangque has been a little bit angry since he was a boy, and his face is smelly when he speaks with a straight face, but Wen Ke understands what he means——

Ever since he was pregnant, Han Jiangque was vigilant and forbade him to do any housework. He secretly got up early in the morning to cook. Of course, Han Jiangque was not very happy.

"I'm tired of eating outside."

Wen Ke is now able to deal with Han Jiangque's occasional temper. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the two locks of hair on the top of Han Jiangque's head that were curled up in sleep, while coquettishly saying in a nasal voice, "I just want to eat homemade."

"I'll do it." Han Jiangque was immediately patted down, and said firmly: "Then guide me, and I will do it. ——I'll go brush my teeth first."

So when Xu Jiale got up and went out, he saw the tall Alpha wearing a light green flowered apron, holding a spatula and frying dumplings with sweat profusely. That scene was really funny.

And Wen Ke was so happy that his eyes were bent, and he was wrapping around Han Jiangque's waist from behind, standing on tiptoe and whispering something intimately in Alpha's ear.

"..."

Facing the intimate scene of couples that started early in the morning, Xu Jiale couldn't help but take a deep breath before adjusting his mood, regaining his usual lazy expression, and walked over to look at the frying pan: "Han Jiangque can also fry dumplings? Yo, look nice--"

"I taught." Wen Ke said a little proudly.

But after all, he has a relatively reserved personality, and when Xu Jiale came out, he was embarrassed to hug Han Jiangque like this again, and let go of his hand reluctantly.

Han Jiangque didn't say a word, but concentrated on using a spatula to turn over the golden-fried dumplings one by one, and then changed a pair of chopsticks to pick up a dumpling. After blowing for a long time, he carefully fed it to Wen Ke: "You Try it, will you?"

Wen Ke took a bite of the hot dumpling. The bottom of the dumpling was fried to a crisp, with leeks and fresh shrimp inside, and the aroma wafted out immediately.

He nodded vigorously: "Xiang."

Only then did a faint smile appear on Han Jiangque's face. He put down the spatula, turned around and opened his arms to Wen Ke, and deliberately said a little rudely, "Wen Ke, help me untie my apron."

"Ugh."

Xu Jiale couldn't help but supported his forehead and sighed. He took off his glasses, and gradually lay down on the table, complaining helplessly: "I have already stuffed dog food into my mouth before I eat, can I stop doing this?"

Han Jiangque didn't care about Xu Jiale's reaction at all, Wen Ke could only smile shyly.

But even though she was a little embarrassed to be complained about by her old friend, facing Alpha's tough coquetry, Wen Ke still chose to cooperate resolutely, standing on tiptoe to help Han Jiangque untie the somewhat incongruous little floral apron meticulously.

Only then was Han Jiangque satisfied, and whispered to Wen Ke, "I'll ask Fu Xiaoyu to come out for dinner."

"Wait," Wen Ke tugged at him, "I'll go call, you serve porridge for everyone."

He was much more careful than Han Jiangque, thinking that Fu Xiaoyu was so drunk last night that he even switched rooms with Xu Jiale without knowing it, so it would be nice not to be bumped into by Han Jiangque at an embarrassing moment in the morning.

Wen Ke knocked on the door of the guest bedroom for a long time before Fu Xiaoyu slowly came out with the quilt in her arms and opened the door.

His hair was messy, his face was still reddish after drinking, and his eyes were a little dull.It seemed that he drank too much yesterday, which is why he looked haggard like never before.

"Xiao Yu, I made porridge, you can eat some." Wen Ke said in a low voice, "I guess you still have a headache, but you should eat some before going to bed, it will feel much better."

Fu Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, then said hoarsely: "Wait a minute."

After several minutes, Fu Xiaoyu came out of the bathroom.

Omega obviously adjusted his state very quickly. His messy black hair was tidied up neatly, his face was clean and fair after washing with water, and he didn't even forget to brush his slender eyebrows——

Maybe it's because the round cat's eyes make people look soft and misty, Wen Ke has long noticed that Fu Xiaoyu is a person who cares about the shape of her eyebrows, and the peaks of her eyebrows are always beautiful to the point of sharpness, which strengthens the aura of elites.

But even going out to have breakfast, you have to take care of yourself so seriously. Omega's love of beauty is far beyond Wen Ke's expectations. It's like a cat that only likes to lick its fur carefully.

"Sorry, I got up late."

Fu Xiaoyu walked to the dining table, hesitated for a moment before sitting next to Xu Jiale, and said to Wen Ke and Han Jiangque.

"It's okay, everyone did drink too much last night." Wen Ke pushed a few small dishes to the center of the table, and said with a smile, "Xu Jiale, Fu Xiaoyu, you should try the dumplings fried by Han Jiangque."

Fu Xiaoyu couldn't help being stunned for a moment, she was dizzy after a hangover, and she didn't react as fast as usual.

He and Han Jiangque had studied abroad for so many years, but he had never heard that Han Jiangque could cook by himself.

After being with Wen Ke, Han Jiangque, whom he had known for so many years, suddenly changed.

"it is good."

Fu Xiaoyu nodded subconsciously, took a sip from the porridge bowl in front of him, and couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly.

He usually makes breakfast alternately with sandwiches and whole wheat bread, but at this time he suddenly realized the goodness of Chinese food.

The warm porridge slid down the mouth into the empty stomach, feeling full and warm all of a sudden.

"Wen Ke, your apprentice's craftsmanship is not bad, you have [-]% of the effort."

Xu Jiale chatted with Wen Ke while drinking porridge: "It's so comfortable to eat this for breakfast the next day after drinking. By the way, you guys seem to have turned on the TV all night last night. Did you fall asleep watching it?"

Although Fu Xiaoyu was sitting next to Xu Jiale, when Xu Jiale spoke, he just looked straight ahead.

The confrontation with Xu Jiale last night was really weird, but the water glass next to the bed when he woke up in the morning clearly showed that everything happened for real.

He didn't want to drink the honey water at first, but his stomach was really uncomfortable, and he drank it up honestly. I don't know if it was because he drank too much water, but then he really had a strange dream.

Dreamed that he was in estrus but did not take inhibitors, so he could only hug Xu Jiale and beg for sex with his face flushed.

The smell of pheromone was scattered everywhere, and Xu Jiale said to him coldly: It's too tired.

This dream was so terrifying that when the faint mint fragrance from Alpha's body wafted over while eating, his sitting posture couldn't help but become straight and stiff.

While Xu Jiale was eating, he didn't talk to Xiaoyu at all, and didn't even look at Fu Xiaoyu.

Halfway through the breakfast with a strange atmosphere, when Fu Xiaoyu lowered her head, she saw the crumpled silk shirt on her body, and suddenly became concerned.

The silk with the luster of high-grade fabrics is irritatingly wrinkled at the neckline and hem, looking like dried pickles.

Normally, he wouldn't care so much, but today is different, just thinking about those wrinkles is unbearable, it's like an obsessive-compulsive attack.

Fu Xiaoyu frowned and tugged at the corner of her shirt twice, then suddenly asked Wen Ke, "Wen Ke, do you have an iron here?"

"Yes, it's in the closet of the guest bedroom." Wen Ke froze for a moment with the dumpling in his hands, and then realized: "Do you want to use it?"

"Yeah." Fu Xiaoyu said in a low voice, "I'll go and iron it, and I'll be right back."

Holding the chopsticks, Xu Jiale raised his head. This was the first time he looked at Fu Xiaoyu this morning, and said with a half-smile, "Fu Xiaoyu, you don't have to be so perfect all the time."

His tone wasn't ironic, but it wasn't flattering either.

Fu Xiaoyu didn't speak.

It is indeed strange to make such a request abruptly at the dinner table.

But he still couldn't hold back, he stood up abruptly and walked towards the guest bedroom.

After closing the bedroom door and finding the ironing board, Fu Xiaoyu took off her clothes and stared blankly at the gradually steaming iron.

Drunkenness made his mind dull, but every second he sat beside Xu Jiale made his memory of last night clearer and clearer.

Alpha pushed him on the bed, squeezed his chin, and looked at him viciously as he lay on top of him.

Xu Jiale, who was completely different from usual, looked like a vicious beast.

He is arrogant by nature, and he is even more powerful in the workplace. No one has ever treated him rudely.

He should feel offended by such a shame, but he is more at a loss.

It's shameful to say it, but since he was a child, he has never been that close to anyone.

He only liked Han Jiangque, but the closest distance between him and Han Jiangque was that when he was dancing in a bar, Han Jiangque used his arms to protect him from a distance through the air. It was just an Alpha's very restrained protection for Omega .

Xu Jiale wasn't protecting him——

Fu Xiaoyu was ironing his shirt distractedly, watching the wrinkles on the fabric being gradually flattened, but he became more and more anxious.

It's like being thrust into a strange and psychedelic world suddenly and forcefully.

In that world, all his cognition became blurred, and everything he was proud of, such as work and performance, suddenly became irrelevant.

The rest are strange things, and his mind is full of strange things.

Is he embarrassed?

Is his taste too tired?

Was his shirt too wrinkled just now?

Fu Xiaoyu abruptly unplugged the iron and sat on the bed in frustration.