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Xie Nanqing carried the man into the taxi and reported the address of Zhuo Cheng's family to the driver.

Zhuo Cheng leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and didn't know if he was asleep or not. Xie Nanqing was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, so he helped him untie the neckline and adjusted his posture so that he would not vomit on someone else's car.

As a result, as soon as he stretched out his hand to touch someone, Zhuo Cheng fell straight onto him as if he had no bones.

Xie Nanqing pushed him but did not push him, on the contrary, Zhuo Cheng almost buried his face in his neck, and his glands were separated by two layers of clothes.

As soon as he was nervous, the scent of flowers in the air became stronger, and then he was frightened and quickly stopped.

Zhuo Cheng didn't know what he was muttering in his mouth, and the gushing gas sprayed all over his neck, tickling him.

The disparity in strength between Alpha and Omega made him unable to push Zhuo Cheng away with all his strength, and he could only let him fall on himself.Xie Nanqing held his breath, if Zhuo Cheng hadn't been really drunk, he would have reported sexual harassment to him.

The wind was blowing outside the car, the two of them leaned together, the scalding heat was transmitted from Alpha to him through the thin layers of clothes, half of Xie Nanqing's body became hot.

It's just that the Alpha pheromone in the narrow space became more and more dense, almost covering him overwhelmingly, and the pheromone that Xie Nanqing managed to control was about to be released again.

Xie Nanqing felt very difficult, in various senses.

"Master, how long will it be until we arrive?"

"Immediately, there are only a few minutes before we pass the intersection ahead," the driver said, probably seeing the two of them flirting with each other from the rearview mirror, and joked with a smile, "Your boyfriend doesn't make a fuss when he's drunk. When I saw a few, I spit it in my car..."

"He's not me—"

Xie Nanqing didn't even have time to say what he denied, but was interrupted by Zhuo Cheng who was lying on top of him and pretending to be drunk.

"Baby, don't be angry with me, I was wrong..." His tone was so sad and remorseful that people couldn't get angry at all.

Zhuo Cheng's voice was originally low, Xie Nanqing chose him among many people because of his nice voice.At this moment, his voice was low, and he leaned close to his ear, and said soft words aggrieved, and the half-unhappy feeling in Xie Nanqing's heart because of that inexplicable name softened so bluntly.

He patted Zhuo Cheng on the back, "Don't make trouble, we'll be there soon."

Zhuo Cheng closed his eyes and hummed twice, but he really stopped making noise.

The driver put them down, and Xie Nanqing found Zhuo Cheng's house according to his previous memory, but entered the password according to his memory, but it was wrong.

He shook Zhuo Cheng who was still clinging to him like a big dog, and asked him, "Do you remember what the password is for your house?"

Zhuo Cheng shook his head, stretched out his hand to press, and the door opened with a beep.

It was only then that Xie Nanqing remembered that Zhuo Cheng's house was a combination lock.

He helped him in awkwardly, and pressed the door switch. Pineapple Bun seemed to smell a familiar smell, and ran towards him with short legs, hugging his legs and acting like a baby.

Xie Nanqing had a big dog lying on his body and a small dog wrapped around his feet, making it impossible to move even an inch.

Step by step, he dragged Zhuo Cheng to the sofa and put him down, before he got up, he was hugged again.

Zhuo Zuigui muttered, "Don't go, I was wrong..."

Xie Nanqing was startled, and stabilized her body so as not to fall on him.

He looked at Zhuo Cheng in astonishment, not knowing which play this was playing again.

Zhuo Cheng squinted slightly, seeing that Xie Nanqing didn't fall down, he clicked his tongue in disappointment, and continued to mutter, "Don't hide from me, I won't see you for a day, I feel like I'm going to be sick... ..."

Xie Nanqing was ashamed and curious, thinking that this person was a drunkard, so he continued to ask, "What's wrong?"

"lovesickness."

Xie Nanqing, "..."

His logic was so clear that he could even ask and answer, Xie Nanqing almost wondered if he was drunk or not.

He asked tentatively, "Are you drunk?"

"Drunkard" hugged the person and did not let go, and continued to mutter, "Baby Qingqing..."

Xie Nanqing was completely speechless.

He was so ashamed that he almost died of Zhuo Cheng's villa who fled in despair.

Zhuo Cheng fell down on the sofa, muttering something, and when he heard the door slam shut, he slowly sat up, facing the pineapple bun squatting on the ground.

"Tsk, what are you looking at?"

Pineapple Bao tilted his head and stuck out his tongue at him.

Distraught, Zhuo Cheng rubbed his hair, pulled on his slippers and walked towards the balcony, he called the doorman, and after learning that Xie Nanqing got into the car safely, he returned to the house.

"It's more or less useful..." he muttered, "Song Shi didn't grow his head for nothing."

Xie Nanqing ran all the way home to recover from the embarrassment just now. He took a breath and slumped on the sofa.

The phone rang, and it was Song Shi who sent him a message.

[Song Shi: How is it? 】

Xie Nanqing, 【Zhuo Cheng has already fallen asleep. 】

He whispered, "It's just sleeping on the sofa."

【Song Shi: Zhuo Cheng just likes to keep things in his heart. I asked him what happened before, but he didn't say anything. He just vaguely guessed that he must have lost his love. 】

Song Shi didn't know what was going on, so he started rambling on about other things. Xie Nanqing didn't want to read the two "broken love" at the end, but Song Shi kept sending messages.

[Song Shi: I have known him for so long, but it is rare to see him in such a distraught state. The last time was ten years ago, when his mother passed away, and he was only fourteen or fifteen years old at that time. When I see him again Then his whole person changed. 】

[Song Shi: I can feel that he should be very concerned about that person, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen into this state.So I am also very afraid that this breakup will hit him like last time...]

Xie Nanqing was silent.

【Song Shi: Alright, I won't talk to you anymore, I'll go get busy first. 】

Xie Nanqing sat on the sofa holding the mobile phone, the screen of the mobile phone reflected a faint light.

Do you care?Xie Nanqing didn't know.

Although he walked in a hurry yesterday, when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the hurt look in Zhuo Cheng's eyes.

He has always been insensitive to feelings, but he can still feel Zhuo Cheng's little difference to him.

Zhuo Cheng will make do with him, remember what he said, and compromise with him...

Now that I think about it, everything is not without trace.

It's just that these things have become a burden and guilt for him, because he knows that he is lying to him.

For several nights Zhuo Cheng would go to LOOP to drink, and every time Song Shi would ask him to send people back, so many times that even the security guard at the gate of Zhuo Cheng's community knew him.

Zhuo Cheng would say some inexplicable things every night like the first night, Xie Nanqing was ashamed and couldn't bear Zhuo Cheng to get drunk in the bar by himself without anyone seeing him off.

During the day, he found an opportunity to talk to Zhuo Cheng about this matter, but the other party didn't seem to be thinking about it, but kept asking him if he agreed to him, if he cared about him, and made it difficult. Xie Nanqing ran away every time.

Xie Nanqing also felt that something was wrong after coming here a few more times.

——He suspected that Zhuo Cheng was actually pretending to be drunk.

Xie Nanqing thought seriously, so today he made up his mind not to pick up anyone.

Just two minutes after he made up his mind, his brother came to the door.

Xie Nanqing hurriedly opened the door and welcomed Xie Yixiu in.

Xie Yixiu went in and changed his shoes, and handed him the things he was carrying.

"Mom said you've been talking about flower cakes, which are specially made for you."

Xie Nanqing glanced into his pockets, there were stacks of fresh flower cakes and peach shortcakes, and he happily responded, "Thank you bro! Thank you mom!"

Xie Yixiu rubbed his younger brother's head, "Then remember to go back and see them when you are free."

"Ok!"

Xie Nanqing asked his brother to sit on the sofa, turned around and poured water for him, while chatting to him.

"Brother, I want to raise a dog, but I don't know which one is suitable. I used to want to raise a Maltese, but now I think Samoyed is very good. Brother, what do you think... Brother?"

Xie Nanqing didn't hear the sound, and when he came out of the kitchen with water, he saw his brother standing on the balcony holding his mobile phone, and just hung up the phone with a bewildered expression.

"What's wrong?" Xie Nanqing asked, "Did someone call me?"

Xie Yixiu frowned and looked at him, "It's Zhuo Cheng who said something weird."

"Oh," Xie Nanqing didn't care, he put the water on the table, "He might be drunk."

"It's only six o'clock, and he's still drinking," Xie Yixiu disapproved with eyes full of disapproval, "Does he want this company anymore?"

When Xie Yixiu mentioned this, he remembered that it was still early, and the bar should not be open.

Could it be that something really happened?

He hesitated for a while, and then considered whether Xie Yixiu saw Zhuo Chengbi's nose or eyes, or whether he was going to call back later and ask about it.

"What did you just say?" Xie Yixiu asked him.

"Huh? I said I want to raise a dog..."

Xie Nanqing's thoughts were pulled back by him, and he recalled what he wanted to say before, and started rambling with Xie Yixiu.

And Zhuo Cheng, who was forgotten by him, was standing in a small forest outside the city, sweating all over his body.

The wind was blowing gusts, the leaves above his head were rustling, and the smell of mud mixed with the smell of blood rushed towards his face, Zhuo Cheng froze in place, at a loss for what to do.

He was dumbfounded, "Why do you—"

The person lying on the ground squinted at him, the turbulent blood flowed out from the back of his neck, the sweet orange smell in the air became weaker and weaker, and his tone was indeed tough.

"……leave me alone."

"I don't want to care about you!"

Zhuo Cheng's mind went down, it's not a question of whether he wants to take care of it now, but he has to take care of it.

The veins on his forehead were throbbing, he just came out to relax, how could he pick up an Omega that was in heat and injured outside?