The susceptibility period is ticked off by the enemy

There was a bit of wind in the evening, which made people feel chilly all over.

The lighting construction in their community is very poor, and the few street lights are also smashed by brats, like a row of blind guards.

The two walked side by side in the dark, and the lights of the upstairs residents fell on them sporadically.

From a distance, two tall and big boys walked next to each other, one walked a little shaky, and the other was watching from the side all the time, even though they were all dressed in cold black, the atmosphere was still lingering and calm.

"Do I look like a patient now?" Qin Cheng tilted his head and asked.

Jian Heng glanced at him.

Qin Cheng was wrapped in his coat, his hair was blown here and there by the wind, he was swaying when he walked, his face and lips were all white in the same color, and he licked his face and asked him if he looked like a patient.

"Not like." Jian Heng said.

Qin Cheng heaved a sigh of relief.

"Looks like he just sold his kidney." Jian Heng snorted.

Qin Cheng paused, and subconsciously rubbed his waist: "I found out that your mouth is also quite poisonous."

Jian Heng ignored him and continued walking.

Qin Cheng thought of countermeasures while following.

He has to go home to broadcast live at night, he didn't see his mother yesterday, and if he doesn't see his mother again today, he will have a problem no matter what he thinks.

Qin Cheng felt a little regretful, he might as well have met yesterday, at least the wound could be covered.Now he can't wear a mask to enter the door.

"Alas." Qin Cheng frowned, with a sad expression on his face, his 1.8-meter-five-foot-tall figure swayed like a piece of rag in the wind.

Jian Heng tilted his head and glanced at him.

"Ah!" Qin Cheng shook his head and sighed even more sadly.

"Go back and live." Jian Heng glanced at him.

"Ai ai," Qin Cheng was still a little cold just after his fever subsided. He took two steps and squeezed next to Jian Heng, arm to arm. The heat was conveyed through the fabric. Jian Heng's body was hotter than his with a fever. "This classmate, Do me a favor."

"This classmate doesn't know you." Jian Heng didn't even look at him.

"Just a small favor," Qin Cheng gave him an arm. "When my mother asked me why I was so weak, I said that I was tired from running and had low blood sugar and didn't eat. Why run, because there is a school sports meeting on October [-]." , Old Xu came to beg me specifically, I have to win honor for the class."

Jian Heng didn't speak.

I also specifically begged him to write this book, it's a pity not to be a screenwriter.

Qin Cheng turned his head and sneezed, sniffed and continued to make up: "Then my mother and I promise to eat well, and you just say that you supervise me. How about it?"

"It's not very good." Jian Heng said.

"My mother is already skeptical of me," Qin Cheng analyzed, "If you study well, she will definitely believe you."

Seeing his slight frown and a loose look, Qin Cheng continued his efforts and sighed: "You see, I have such a bad fate and a miserable life experience..."

Jian Heng interrupted him: "Is it still live broadcast today?"

"Well, broadcast," Qin Cheng nodded, and a gust of wind came over and shivered, "I forgot to mention during the day, this month the platform held a competition for game anchors, and the first one will get a prize. I want to take my mother to the hospital for reexamination later. Need this money."

"Let's make a deal," Qin Cheng coughed twice, his head still a little dizzy, "I owe you the second favor."

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and only the sound of the wind blowing the plastic bags on the ground could be heard, making the air even colder.

After a while, Jian Heng hummed.

Qin Cheng laughed: "Thank you."

He said, this person looks ruthless, but after getting along for a long time, he is quite humane.Especially now that they are already exchanging secrets.

Although he paid a little more, they were all grasshoppers on the same rope. How could Jian Heng watch him hang up.

Qin Cheng first went back to 302 with Jian Heng to wash his face, and then borrowed something from him to wipe his face.You have to be tidy and spirited.

After wiping his face casually, Qin Cheng took a look at the small black bottle standing next to the toothpaste in a military posture, feeling a little strange.

He never wiped anything on his face before, and he didn't wipe it when it was too cold in winter, it was rough.

But this stuff should smell pretty good, sometimes he can smell it when he passes by Omega, it makes him want to sneeze.

After carefully unscrewing it, Qin Cheng sniffed at the mouth of the bottle——

It has no taste!

No fragrance at all!

A little disappointed what happened.

But yes, it seems that Jian Heng only has the smell of pheromone, and only he can smell it.

In the past few days, he could always hear the Omega in the class saying things like "Jian Heng is so clean, such an Alpha is really nice".

Qin Cheng reflected for a moment. As an Alpha of the same level with comparable appearance and strength, why hasn't he been said that? Is he buried?no.

So this cleanliness should not mean the literal meaning, but the temperament, Jian Heng's clear and cold temperament.

Ah, the temperament of forcing the king is incomparable.

Qin Cheng gently dabbed a little on his face with his fingers, and wiped it unnaturally.

It's quite comfortable and slippery.

Everything has a reason for its existence, Qin Cheng raised his head while feeling emotional, the boy in the mirror was holding a small bottle in his left hand, and was scribbling awkwardly on his face with his right hand, the more he looked at it, the more awkward he became.

He froze, couldn't bear to see himself like a bitch chirping, quickly and vigorously covered the lotion all over his face with his right hand, and rubbed the excess with the back of his hand, his face was flushed, and there was slight pain.

"Shameless?"

Qin Cheng turned his head abruptly, and his neck clicked.

Jian Heng was leaning against the door and watching him for an unknown how long.

I don't know why Qin Cheng blushed, coughed a little embarrassedly, and raised the bottle in his hand to change the subject: "Why doesn't yours have a fragrance?"

"Do you want me to buy you a frog prince?" Jian Heng crossed his arms, "Dabao SOD honey?"

Qin Cheng raised his middle finger, dipped his other hand in some water and scratched his hair twice: "Why don't you buy me Johnson's baby lotion."

"Are you in a hurry?" Jian Hengte took out his mobile phone cooperatively, and said solemnly, "I'll add 15 yuan to go to SF Express."

"Shut up, I thank you," Qin Cheng convinced, this person is like a child, and even played with him, it is true that people are not to be judged by their appearance, some people don't know the shell even if you don't know them well There is something in it, "With this money, you can save up and buy me a keyboard."

"Keyboard?" Jian Heng continued to swipe his phone, his eyelids drooping slightly, "Here are 51 half-price second ones, do you want it?"

"Be normal," Qin Cheng walked to the door and bumped his shoulder, bent over and covered his heart, "I'm still a patient, and my mental capacity is very poor."

After tidying it up from top to bottom, the clothes on his body were crumpled when lying on the bed to hang up the drip, Qin Cheng asked Jian Heng to borrow a new set.

After putting it on indiscriminately, Qin Cheng asked him: "How is it? Do I look like a healthy and good boy now?"

Jian Heng looked at him for a while with an indescribable expression, then nodded.

Qin Cheng suspected that he was being perfunctory.

When he came home, his mother didn't believe it, and looked at him up, down, left, and right.

Qin Cheng was well prepared, and grabbed Jian Heng: "Mom, if you don't believe me, you can ask Jian Heng! He has seen it all!"

"Auntie, it's true." Jian Heng restrained his coldness, and when the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, it looked like that.Especially those eyes, very attractive when not cold, looking at you as if you are charged.

Song Yingmei hesitated for a while, whether she chose to trust her son.

Qin Cheng and Jian Heng exchanged glances, and quickly returned to the room.

The moment Jian Heng came in, Qin Cheng quickly closed the door, and rushed to the bed like a rocket, buried his head in the quilt, coughing terribly.

Maybe it was because he held it back too hard just now, but now his throat is itching from the chest cavity, no matter how hard he coughs, he feels uncomfortable.

Qin Cheng didn't dare to make too much noise, he coughed carefully while holding back, his stomach was cramping.

It took a full 3 minutes before Qin Cheng sat up covering his stomach, his eyes were red from coughing, he sniffed, looked at Jian Heng suspiciously, and said hoarsely, "Why do I feel more serious, my head is buzzing, It seems to be a little cold... I rely on the fake medicine that Doctor Zhang won't give me, right?"

While talking, Qin Cheng got up and sat down on the computer chair and started to turn on the computer, but Jian Heng unplugged the power supply just after it was plugged in.

Qin Cheng's stomach cramps hadn't recovered yet, and his ribs ached from the tossing. He frowned in pain, and asked weakly, "This classmate, what are you doing?"

Jian Heng grabbed him by the collar and picked him up. His expression was not very good, and his voice was pressed to his ear: "Are you slightly injured and can't get out of the line of fire? Are you looking for death?"

"I'll rely on you to be gentle," Qin Cheng grabbed his collar, he was so weak that he couldn't beat him at all, "I'm not seriously injured, this classmate, please let go, I'm about to suffocate to death..."

He should be that emoticon now——you let me go.jpg

Jian Heng carried him and walked out.

Qin Cheng struggled for a few times, feeling exhausted and unable to resist him, so he stopped resisting in a very timely manner, and persuaded others with reason: "You know the situation in my family and you still do this, student Jian Heng, touch your conscience, you see See if it's still there. You touch, you--fuck me touch me!"

"Xiaocheng?" There was a light knock on the door, "Is it uncomfortable?"

"...Ah? No!" Qin Cheng grabbed his hand in his clothes and took it out. He pressed the man against the door with his eyes and warned him not to talk nonsense. Jian Heng didn't resist, and looked at it indifferently. His eyeballs flickered and he hurriedly edited on the spot, "We, um... just kidding around!"

Jian Heng raised his other hand as a gesture to knock on the door, Qin Cheng grasped it, and mouthed: "Don't talk."

Jian Heng also mouthed: "Aunt Song, Qincheng will die suddenly due to a fight, suspension of classes, high fever live broadcast."

Qin Cheng: "..."

Qin Cheng tried hard not to show his anger, and whispered: "You are my fucking ancestor, don't talk."

"Don't bully Xiaoheng," Song Yingmei's voice was a little relieved. It is rare for her son to have a friend who brings home, and he is also good in character and learning. "You study together more often, and tell me what you need. Don't fight."

Qin Cheng: ...Mom, I am seriously injured and bullied, but I am afraid he will disappoint you.

"Got it, go to bed early." Qin Cheng shouted.

Jian Heng suddenly raised his leg and made a gesture to kick the door, Qin Cheng was about to kowtow to him, and lowered his voice: "I'm wrong, brother, I won't broadcast the two of us back to 302."

Jian Heng put his legs down.

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!