C-site pheromone

One in two million?

Bai Chun confirmed it once, put his emotions back, and got up to say goodbye.

"Okay, I'm back to training."

"See you tomorrow."

He left the consulting room and walked back slowly.

It's like walking on a cliff made of spider webs, touching tangled curves with every step.

One in 2000 million, Augenstern syndrome.

Omega and Alpha have a rare matching rate of 100.0%, which not only means that O cannot accept any other pheromones before A, but even special substitutes synthesized by chemical agents will also fail.

Similarly, A will only feel dull and boring when he touches the pheromones of other O after marking O.

Like a destined two-way unique binding.

The elevator door opened with a ding, and Wen Yaofeng appeared in front of him.

Bai Chun took a step back.

"Coincidentally," Wen Yaofeng said with a smile, "I was going to find you just now, how are you feeling?"

Bai Chun looked at his upturned eyes and nodded slightly.

I don't know if it is the psychological effect caused by the doctor's words, or this man is really good-looking.

The brow bone is handsome, the lips are thin and the eyes are deep.

Any angle is heroic, and every frame can be used as a magazine cover.

He watched quietly for a few seconds, then walked forward with his head down.

Wen Yaofeng's reaction was sharp, and he knew that Bai Chun was watching him carefully at the first second, and let him watch calmly, and his eyes were full of smiles when they walked back together.

After dinner, there was an hour and a half of rest time. Kurihara took Yokoko to play video games in the living room, and Wen Yaofeng revised the schedule in the bedroom.

After finishing the matter, he called Su Qi casually.

The first one didn't work, the second one didn't work.

After 2 minutes, Su Qi called back: "Little ancestor, your sister is so busy that she is going bald, please tell me something."

Wen Yaofeng was not tactful: "Bai Chun takes five kinds of medicine a day, do you know?"

Su Qi was dumbfounded: "Did he tell you?"

"As for so many kinds?" Wen Yaofeng frowned and said, "You never told me about it."

Su Qi supported her forehead and said: "Ancestor, he has been involved in this matter for more than two years, and his depression is also related to his family. There is a wrong and a debt, and you can't intervene if you want to."

"Before anything happened—"

"Well, it happened before I knelt down. At that time, ECHO was in the ranking period, and everyone's work schedule was almost pushed to the limit. He was so anxious that he couldn't sleep for three or four days, and he couldn't attend the event normally without taking medicine. .”

Su Qi sighed, and didn't want to say too much: "I'm picking out scripts for you, let's see if there are any suitable ones, and then I'll give them to you to choose later, can I send WeChat in advance?"

Wen Yaofeng realized that he had interrupted her work, and apologized hastily.

"Hehe, how did you change your temper? The sun came out from the west?" Su Qi laughed: "It's good to stay with Chun Chun for a few more days, seeing you become soft day by day, I'm very happy .”

After hanging up the phone, the phone twirled in the man's palm and was put aside.

Wen Yaofeng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and decided to touch that matter again.

He wants to find an answer.

The old cause of kneeling at the door was not cleaned up, and there was always a thick barrier between him and Bai Chun.

Suspicion and shame are mixed together, and even if you want to get closer, you can't talk to each other.

The webpage jumped to Weibo, and Bai Chun's name was entered into the search box.

His nerves tensed.

Wen Yaofeng knows that he is an intuitive animal, and his likes and dislikes are reckless and twisted from the heart.

He thought Bai Chun was good, and he felt uncomfortable when he touched these black materials again, as if seeing an ugly lizard covered in pus from a hole.

#Bai Chun lore moment#

#白秋 "Madman Ballad"#

#白春超强 Composer#

#白春王爷hurry up to marry me#

#白秋OL Endorsement#

TAG has been washed clean and pure, like the guardian wings woven by the company's fans.

Wen Yaofeng sighed, and re-entered the five words he least wanted to face.

Bai Chun, kneel down at the door.

Black pictures immediately appeared overwhelmingly on the page, and each one was extremely dazzling.

At that time, the marketing accounts were happily fighting against the fire, desperately attracting traffic like blood-sucking leeches.

Different fans were deeply involved in scolding battles, and even brushed black pictures against each other in the comment area.

@兔娱乐second look: Shocking!The lead singer of the top male group @白春 unexpectedly got a photo of kneeling and pouring wine for someone, and the benefactor behind it may be exposed! ! #白春下养闻门#

@圈内人报话：#白淡下并门门# reveals the dirty inside story of the entertainment industry: Accompanying wine and sleeping together has long been the norm, 'multiplayer sports are not uncommon', follow the WeChat public account to read more [link]

@User54198719: Jiawei sees #白淑下尧门门# Deleted explosive video @ECHO全集Sima Shengtian: #ECHO超话##白淡##白淇下尧门门#Your home Allah sells butt out of the circle [flowers] ] Evil power to give back to the entertainment circle No. 1 [flowers] no loss is a top tumor [smile] [smile] [smile]

Wen Yaofeng suppressed his anger and clicked on the big picture that had not been maliciously photoshopped, and re-looked at the photo at that time.

The heart throbbed like a string being pulled out.

He forced his pupils to focus, to see Bai Chun's appearance clearly at that time.

The smile is gentle, the posture is humble and sincere, and the way of pouring wine is beautiful and cheap to the extreme.

The fire in his heart ran through his nerves like thorns, making his breathing difficult.

From the time when the four of ECHO met for the first time, when they reached the top, and then when they were in a trough, none of the three of them would force Bai Chun to do this.

To pour wine for others, you have to kneel next to other people's shoes to pour wine.

Wen Yaofeng looked over inch by inch, and suddenly a chill came up.

——This background! !

Have they been here before? ! !

How did you become so familiar with it? ?

The photos have been analyzed by countless people, but because only the table and the carpet were photographed, they were all ignored in the end.

But he had seen the rug, and he had the scene in his memory.

Wen Yaofeng zoomed in on the photo, trying to find a clearer picture to determine the location here.

The more I looked at it, the more my bones became cold, and my whole body seemed to be immersed in ice water.

This is the VIP room where they stopped briefly when they went to a charity dinner some time ago.

The dinner is located inside the private art museum, which is regarded as a gathering salon for celebrities and merchants, and it is never open to the public.

And who have VIP rooms...

--how come? !

--How can it be? ? ! !

Wen Yaofeng forced himself to think calmly, and immediately called his assistant.

When he beeped a few times, he was almost tormented by these clues to the point of mental disorder.

No, how come, if...

"Brother Yao?"

"Do you have any photos of the inside of the art gallery, of the charity dinner, near the VIP room?"

"No, no...it's not allowed to take pictures there."

"Do you remember the details?"

"Oh, I remember, the carpet in the VIP room is different from the one outside. It is a particularly thick Persian wool carpet, and there are griffins painted on it."

"Fuck!" Wen Yaofeng cursed angrily and hung up the phone, even wanting to smash the computer to kill someone.

Art museums, VIP rooms, and FYI are forces that cannot resist, and all clues point to Wen's family.

He intuitively felt that the situation was more than that simple, but even if he only saw this layer, he couldn't sit still in his chair anymore.

In order to force him to go back, the Wen family went so far? !

No, still no.

Why is the Wen family so impatient, they never leave any room for what they do? ?

It is true that he is the only son of the Wen family, but there are many second and third generations who started their own businesses in their 20s, and it is not enough to kill them all and force their teammates to kneel down and cause scandals to collapse.

Also, no matter in the past or now, Bai Chun always acts calmly and soberly, and is not easy to be manipulated by emotions.

When did he go to the art museum alone, and why was he willing to be manipulated by the Wen family? ? ?

Wen Yaofeng couldn't think about this matter in detail, so he simply opened the door to find him.

The door was knocked twice and opened quickly.

Bai Chun had just taken a shower, and there was still a light fragrance of daffodils on his body.

"what's up?"

As soon as Wen Yaofeng saw him, he couldn't speak out all the questions.

There is only endless distress in the chest.

"I..." He said dryly, without further words for a few seconds.

Bai Chun waited for a while, then patiently reminded: "Do you want it?"

"I'll take your medicine with you."

Bai Chun's hair was still dripping, so he rubbed it with a towel a few more times, and said calmly, "It's not an injection, so what can I do with you?"

He felt that this sounded like a hint, and added: "It's okay to get an injection."

Wen Yaofeng was bitter in his heart, but with a childlike smile on his face, he sat on the chair beside him and tilted his head to look at him.

"The shower gel smells good."

Bai Chun sighed: "I convinced you."

He sat down and opened the medicine box, and even told him slowly like a child playing house.

"This kind is eaten in the morning, and you can't drink alcohol for eight hours after eating."

"This kind of food is hard to swallow, and you will feel sleepy after eating it."

"These two slices are for dinner."

Wen Yaofeng listened to him chatting about these things, his eyes were red for a while, and he turned his head back again.

You can act on your will in other things, but this is not the case.

Be thorough, be safe, and stop tearing apart Bai Chun's scars, and investigate everything in the past.

He didn't want to disturb him, so he didn't want to ask anything.

When he looked at these pills now, it was as if he was looking at all the deep scars left by him when he accidentally injured Bai Chun.

Bai Chun swallowed the medicine with his head up, paused for a long time to wait for the cold water to fall, and said after a while: "This weekend, I have to go back to see my sister."

"Wen Yaofeng, do you want to accompany me to see her?"

Wen Yaofeng came back to his senses, nodded with a smile.

He has a good impression of sister Bai Chun, and has long wanted to see her.

The warmth and tolerance of Bai Chun's family is something he longed for a long time ago.

"Okay, I just have an afternoon off on weekends."

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to make an appointment with his assistant to make travel arrangements.

"Where is the address, I'll tell Xiao Zhou and the others to set off a few more smoke bombs."

Artists must strictly prevent paparazzi from following the car when entering and leaving. Once the family address is revealed, it will trigger a series of blackmail threats.

It was very quiet in the bedroom, and there was no answer.

Wen Yaofeng looked up at Bai Chun, thinking he was recalling the location.

Or maybe you don't want to tell him.

"It's okay if you want to drive, I can do it."

Bai Chun lowered his eyes for a long time, and finally spoke in a low voice.

"The location is in Changning Cemetery."