Inhibitors do too!

Zheng Qihua realized that he was too good at fighting. Alpha absolutely crushed beta in all aspects. He just patronized himself to vent and didn't stop to rest for a while. Now he was sweating. Looking at Meng Yu, his hair was in strands The strands of her hair were gathered at the back, and the hair was still dripping with water, and her whole body seemed to be fished out of the water.

Zheng Qihua guessed that the beautiful assistant must have collapsed, and the strength on the arm was getting heavier and heavier. He pulled the person up a little bit and said, "Wait, don't sit on the ground yet."

Zheng Qihua thought that Meng Yu wanted to sit on the ground all the time, but he didn't know that he couldn't stand up at all.

"After strenuous exercise, sitting directly on the ground will put a burden on the heart. Take a few more steps first to relieve it."

Meng Yu shook his head, struggling to find his own voice, "Go, I can't go."

Zheng Qihua supported her motionless, like a tree, "Then stand still and take a while."

"Okay, hoo..." Meng Yu lowered his head and was still panting heavily.

"Take a deep breath, and then slow down your breathing."

Meng Yu tried his best to lengthen his breath, and then slowly exhale it. After trying a few more times, his vision gradually became clearer.

Zheng Qihua's black shirt was also soaked with sweat. He had unbuttoned two buttons at first, and the neckline was not very open. Just now, Meng Yu's head was rubbed, and the right half of the neckline was wide open, revealing his collarbone.

Meng Yu was very close, and he could see the lines on the skin and the mole on the collarbone, the red one was convex, it looked like a drop of blood on the skin.

This place can be covered no matter what kind of clothes you wear, Meng Yu has never noticed that, under the induction of pheromones, his head is dizzy, and he wants to lie on Zheng Qihua's collarbone and roll the blood drop with the tip of his tongue.

Zheng Qihua also looked at him. At this time, Meng Yu's hair was all wet, and his bangs were brushed back to reveal his smooth forehead. This was the first time Zheng Qihua saw an assistant without bangs. His vision was directly impacted by the delicate facial features, making him slightly Got goosebumps.

It was a face carefully sculpted by the Creator, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

When Meng Yu was 17 years old, he used medicine to damage his glands, and the estrus period had just recovered. Although the time was longer, it was not intense. An oral inhibitor the size of a pinky finger could completely suppress him.

Because of the special period, Meng Yu has always carried this kind of thing with him, of course he has it today, but now he can't take it out.

The color of the inhibitor is different from that of other medicines, once it is taken out, Zheng Qihua will definitely find it.

Once he finds out his job may be lost.

Although he didn't hear the specific reason in the tea room and Taoqi Square, there is no doubt that Zheng Qihua hates omega, everyone said so.

Zhuohua's salary here is high, the treatment is good, the boss has a good temper, and he even rented his house in this city, he doesn't want to lose this job.

Meng Yu's body felt itchy, and the emptiness came in waves, and the indescribable place behind him became extremely sticky, and the soaked clothes were tightly attached to his body.

"Mr. Zheng, can you...help me get a bottle of water? I'm sorry I'm..." Meng Yu's words were broken, and Zheng Qihua understood before he finished speaking. After standing almost, he helped the person first He slowly sat on the ground, and then walked towards the vending machine in the center of the stadium.

Meng Yu tentatively touched the inhibitor on his body.

He was wearing a pair of close-fitting suit pants today, and the inhibitor was placed in the thigh pocket, and it was difficult for his boring fingers to pick it out.

Meng Yu's fingers were very sore, and for a moment he wanted to give up, because he was so powerless, his whole body seemed to melt into water, and he couldn't pick it out, it was extremely uncomfortable, he wanted to do it slowly, But time did not allow, Zheng Qihua had successfully scanned the bracelet on his wrist, it was too late!

He blinked, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his skin, over his eyebrows, onto his eyelids, and dripped onto his trousers.

He was very hot, his whole body was hot, and his breathing became more and more uncontrollable, and he began to gasp heavily.

Meng Yu stretched out his middle finger and pulled the inhibitor out of his pocket with difficulty. After fumbling for a long time, he couldn't open the cork.

Zheng Qihua over there had already turned around. He raised his hand to control his trembling arm, let his teeth bite the edge of the cork, and finally opened the reagent with a sound of "Bo".

And Zheng Qihua over there has turned around and watched him walk over.

Meng Yu stopped hesitating and raised his head to drink the inhibitor. The viscous reagent poured into his saliva-secreting mouth all of a sudden, which made Meng Yu's mouth very uncomfortable. He shouldn't drink immediately after exercising. The liquid just flowed out. When it entered his throat, Meng Yu turned his head up irritatingly. It was impossible for him to spit on the ground with just this bottle of inhibitor.

He swallowed everything in his mouth, moved his fingers to press the cork under his legs, and held the glass bottle in the palm of his hand.

Zheng Qihua could actually see Meng Yu's movements. When he got closer, there was a vague sweet milky smell at the tip of his nose, but he couldn't smell it when he smelled it carefully.

The empty indoor gymnasium is very large, and the smell dissipated quickly. Zheng Qihua felt that he had an illusion, and his heart beat faster.

He didn't think about the smell of milk just now, he just felt that he didn't rest after the strenuous exercise just now, and when he walked around, he became tired again.

Zheng Qihua stretched out his hand, passed the water in Meng Yu's direction, and casually glanced at his hand, "What did you drink just now?"

Meng Yu was startled, nervousness and panic flashed across his eyes, then he looked at Zheng Qihua calmly and replied, "Glucose."

Glucose is also a glass bottle the size of a thumb. Even if Zheng Qihua asked him to take it out for inspection, he would not make Zheng Qihua think about inhibitors when he took it out.

Inhibitors and dextrose are contained in a glass container with different colors and wooden stoppers.

Zheng Qihua had already sent out the water, but before Meng Yu reached out to take it, he took the water back, twisted it hard, held the bottle cap in his hand, and handed over the water without the cap.

Meng Yu held the bottle flattered, and took a sip cautiously, "Thank you."

Zheng Qihua's status has always been noble, he has never sat on the ground like Meng Yu, and has always been standing and sitting.

He held the bottle cap in his hand, opened his own water and took a few sips, then looked down at the person next to him who was paralyzed on the ground.

Zheng Qihua pursed his lower lip, "Sorry."

Holding the water bottle, Meng Yu looked up in a daze, "Huh?"

His body gradually recovered from the inhibitor he had just taken, and another feeling swept over him, which was exhaustion, very tired. This fatigue was not left over from the intense exercise just now, but was caused by the heat in the body and the inhibitor's resistance to consumption.

Meng Yu's glasses were wet, and his face was also rosy, this ignorant expression hit Zheng Qihua's heart all of a sudden.

A vague milk scent wafted from the tip of his nose again, and Zheng Qihua moved and sat on the ground like Meng Yu did, and continued what he had just said, "I beat the head too much."

Meng Yu shook his head, saying that he was fine.

Zheng Qihua felt his mouth was a little dry, he took a few more sips of water, and saw his assistant lying on the ground slowly.

The floor was very cold, Meng Yu sighed comfortably as soon as his scorching skin came into contact with him.

It was very rare for Zheng Qihua to be able to sit on the ground. Looking at the person lying on the ground, he asked, "Is it better?"

"Ah."

Afterwards, it was quiet for a while, during this time there was only the sound of each other's breathing, Meng Yu closed his eyes, and felt that he was about to fall asleep

"Why didn't you ask me?"

Meng Yu opened his eyes in confusion and looked at Zheng Qihua, not understanding, "What are you asking?"

"I thought you'd ask."

Meng Yu shook his head, "Is it about you and Mr. Le?"

Zheng Qihua let out a muffled "hmm".

"If Sister Lin met Le Shixi with you, do you think Sister Lin would ask?"

Zheng Qihua thought of his previous excellent beta assistant, he shook his head, "No."

"Well, Mr. Zheng, don't worry, I won't ask either."

Zheng Qihua frowned, why didn't he ask?Don't you want to know?

He felt that Lin Na didn't ask, didn't know how to ask, shouldn't ask, didn't need to ask, and had no reason to ask.

Then why did he think Meng Yu would ask.

He just asked how he should, had to ask, and had a reason to ask.

Which circle of interpersonal relationships did I set him in?

That's right, Zheng Qihua's train of thought became clear almost after he reversed it. He regarded Meng Yu as a friend.

Because he felt that Meng Yu was a friend, so he should want to know himself more, so he had more reason to ask him than Lin Na.

Meng Yu glanced at Zheng Qihua, and said hesitantly, "If Mr. Zheng wants to say something, I'm willing to listen."

The author has something to say: In fact, Mr. Zheng didn’t want to talk about it. He wanted to ask if the person lying next to him was comfortable lying down.