[Crossing the Book] The days when I was a neighbor with the abusive hero

Song Yun found that when facing Wei Xiaoping's earnest eyes, he couldn't say frankly, "I have a fiancée, and I just plan to let your son be my lover".

It was the first time he thought about it, what kind of mood did he use to say this sentence to Yang Qingruo indifferently?

Song Yun turned away in a bit of embarrassment, not having the courage to meet Wei Xiaoping's eyes: "Qing Ruo said he didn't want to marry me."

With his son, Wei Xiaoping always had the power to talk endlessly, he didn't flinch from it, and continued to ask relentlessly: "Then if Xiao Ruo wants to, will you marry him?"

Will you marry him?

Song Yun wanted to say that I would.

However, he was rationally calculating very clearly. After getting engaged to Gao Zirong, his business empire would get more convenience in the empire. If he broke off the engagement with Gao Zirong, he would face some troubles and influences. As for Gao Zirong, the weight of the two of them cannot be compared at all. Before, he would never hesitate to think about this kind of problem that can be weighed with his nose.

Song Yun asked with a cold face: "If you are not satisfied with my answer, are you going to prevent me from being with Qingruo?"

Wei Xiaoping smiled wryly: "You are serious. If it is what you insist on doing, how can I stop you?"

Song Yun's face became even colder, because he saw the shadow of Yang Qingruo on Wei Xiaoping's face. He had seen this helpless but forced smile on Yang Qingruo's face many times. He showed this expression, and he didn't like his mother's attitude towards him in the same way.

But he didn't know how oppressive it was for an omega who didn't understand his character when he unconsciously made a face.

Wei Xiaoping relied on his mother's love for his son to hold on, and his calf was already trembling a little. Seeing that Song Yun's brows were cold and silent for a long time, he asked tremblingly, "Would you like to come?" Sit on the sofa and let me make you a cup of tea?"

Song Yun replied in a deep voice, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he walked with long legs in the wind, walked silently into the living room, occupied the center of the sofa, leaned on his chin and continued to think—is he so scary?Why does every omega think he is afraid of him like a tyrant?

After Song Yun walked out of the room, Wei Xiaoping let out a long breath of relief. He leaned against the cabinet for a while, and a thin layer of sweat broke out from his back.

This alpha has too much aura and pressure, it is not at the same level as Yang Qiang's incompetent and furious alpha.

Song Yun just stood there silently, like a king over the world, making people dare not disobey, but Yang Qiang was waving his fists and clamoring to emphasize his authority, so that people could be fearful and afraid.

Before turning off the lights, he took another look at the sleeping Yang Qingruo. Wei Xiaoping couldn't imagine Yang Qingruo and Song Yun's alpha when they got along, but as Yang Qingruo's mother, he understood his son's wish and pursuit, and he hoped for his son's future It can have a good ending, but it will also firmly stand on the side of the son.

Song Yun thought about his own behavior for more than ten minutes, and the result was that in his twenty years of life, he didn't have any reliable experience in getting along with omega, and the only omega who had the most equal conversations was his mother who died early Princess Guanghan,

The woman in his memory rarely smiled, and rarely cared about him.When he was young, he seemed to have had a period of growing up longing for maternal love. His initial movements were mischievous and crying loudly, but none of these could attract his mother's attention, and what he got was her disgusted eyes.Song Yun has been extremely sensitive to other people's emotions since he was a child. After he realized that his mother did not care about crying children like the parents of his classmates, he quickly adjusted his behavior.He is no longer mischievous or mischievous, he does his best in everything, he becomes a child of other people, he thinks he can be the pride of his parents.

But when he went to the central star to participate in the Imperial Mathematical Olympiad as an outstanding representative of the whole school, and when he came back with No. The good news of marriage.

Song Yun, who was in his early teens that year, inherited the title left to him by his mother, blended into the trend of the times, closed his heart, and never thought deeply about anything related to feelings except for the occasional entertainment.

He feels that feelings are useless, except to add sorrow.He couldn't understand that his mother was the princess of Guanghan, she obviously had no shortage of gold, silver, wealth, status and respect, but she died of depression at a young age.But he also subconsciously hated and resisted, wondering if his future wife would be as happy and seldom smiling all day long as his mother.So he tried to use money to buy out the relationship, and the pen and pen were settled. A lover is to spend money to buy happiness, and a wife is to marry for resources.

He knew that Yang Qingruo was short of money, and he happened to be the least short of money, but why was Yang Qingruo unwilling to be his lover?

He knew that Gao Zirong liked He Tianwen, but he didn't mind, anyway, it was just a family marriage without feelings, a strong alliance, and he didn't have any feelings for Gao Zirong, but... now he began to resist his own rules of conduct.

Wei Xiaoping made tea and brought it to the coffee table, then sat down on the single seat next to Song Yun with trepidation: "It's not a good tea, please don't hold it against me."

Song Yun withdrew his thoughts, took the tea for Wei Xiaoping very politely, took a sip without commenting.

When there was no longer Yang Qingruo as a buffer between the two of them, Wei Xiaoping faced Song Yun alone, sitting very awkwardly: "Do you want to eat something? I made sweet soup, Xiao Ruo likes it very much."

Song Yun subconsciously refused: "Thank you, no need, I don't like sweets."

After he finished speaking, he paused, suddenly a little curious about Yang Qingruo's favorite taste and the home-cooked dishes he grew up with, and then changed his words: "Please help me to serve some and have a taste."

"No trouble, no trouble." Wei Xiaoping trotted to the kitchen, filled Song Yun with a small porcelain bowl and brought it out.

Song Yun took the bowl, took a sip, and said in his heart: He really doesn't like to eat sweet things. This kind of sweet and greasy taste is just the omega's favorite food.

After slandering, he raised his head and drank the sweet soup in the bowl in one gulp, as if he had completed a task he didn't like, wiped his mouth, and said to Wei Xiaoping: "Mr. Wei, you can tell me what you want now. "

Wei Xiaoping glanced at Yang Qingruo's room where the lights were turned off, and said hesitantly, "What do you think of our Xiaoruo?"

Song Yun said bluntly: "I have no idea."

If you use an emoji to describe it, Wei Xiaoping has a black question mark face at the moment: "...What do you mean? I don't quite understand."

Song Yun spread his hands: "Actually, I don't quite understand what Qingruo wants me to do for him."

Wei Xiaoping saw that after the strong and stern Alpha on the sofa finished saying this, his whole body seemed to collapse, and he frowned and looked at him in puzzlement: "I admit, it wasn't you who started Qingruo and me. I am willing, but I am also willing to take responsibility. You are Qingruo's mother, has he told you about me?"

After speaking, he pricked up his ears and stared at Wei Xiaoping expectantly.

"Uh..." Wei Xiaoping, as a person who has been in Song Yun's fan circle for a while, now he finally understands why idols don't get in close contact with each other. He feels that Song Yun's tall and cold image on the Internet has begun to collapse , "Xiao Ruo never told me who his alpha is."

As soon as Wei Xiaoping finished speaking, he saw that Song Yun was like a big dog that hadn't got his bones, his momentum visibly weakened, and then the expression on his face became as cold as ice, and he hugged his arms and "hummed" in dissatisfaction. One sound.

Wei Xiaoping: "..." Is this what the real King Chongjun looks like?

Wei Xiaoping is not Yang Qingruo. In the past, when Song Yun cocked his tail, Yang Qingruo knew that this dog was waiting for someone to smooth his hair, and would cooperate with him to come up to comfort him, keep him comfortable, and follow the ladder down up.But Wei Xiaoping just shrank to the side to lower his sense of existence, and looked at him cautiously.

Fortunately, Song Yun is not a person who can only put on airs. He only expressed his dissatisfaction for a moment, and then he built a ladder for himself, and activated the dog-talking skill that can't be cured: "Look Come on, you and Qingruo don't have a mother-child relationship that you can talk to, he didn't even tell you about it."

Wei Xiaoping: "..." So King Chongjun refuses to admit that in Qingruo's mind he can't tell his mother about his existence?

"I know what you're worried about." Song Yun finally concluded, "I won't treat my omega badly."

Wei Xiaoping: "So how do you plan to arrange Xiao Ruo?"

Song Yun touched his chin and asked tentatively, "Shall I buy you a house in the imperial capital first?"

When Wei Xiaoping thought about the housing prices in the imperial capital, he felt that he had stepped into another world. He didn't dare to nod his head without discussing with his son about such a big problem, so he watched Song Yun silently with his mouth pursed.

Song Yun had never raised an omega before, so he continued to say in an uncertain tone, "One million pocket money every month?"

As an omega that had been sold for a lifetime with a gift of [-] yuan, Wei Xiaoping didn't dare to move at all.

Song Yun continued: "In the future, Qingruo and I's children will not be able to inherit the title, but I will not be stingy with the resources they should have."

Wei Xiaoping finally understood what Song Yun wanted to express: "You offer such generous terms, but you actually want to tell me that you won't marry Xiao Ruo, right?"

Song Yun was dumbfounded, it was indeed like this.

Wei Xiaoping understood his stubborn son, he said: "Xiao Ruo would not be willing to be your lover, if he had the slightest thought of this, he would not have left Guanghan City with me back then."

It was this set of rhetoric again, Song Yun didn't understand: "But Qingruo has been permanently marked by me, I am his only alpha in this life, besides me, who else can he choose?"

Wei Xiaoping smiled. He used to think like Song Yun, but now it is different, because he himself is a good example.

"Look at me. After leaving my original husband, don't I live my life as usual. I think this kind of life is more relaxed."

Song Yun was startled, and the knot in his heart that couldn't turn around was suddenly untied.

It turned out that from the very beginning, it wasn't that Yang Qingruo couldn't do without him, and he was the only one who didn't want to let go. It was he who didn't want Yang Qingruo to leave him.

"I won't let Yang Qingruo leave me. It's getting late, so I won't bother you any more. Let me go." After speaking, Song Yun left in a hurry.

After Song Yun left, Wei Xiaoping walked into Yang Qingruo's room, lifted the quilt, and sniffed his son's body.

Very clean pheromone smell, Song Yun didn't touch his son today.

"Ah." Helping Yang Qingruo to cover the quilt again, the old mother sighed melancholy, children and grandchildren should have their own blessings.

After returning to his room, Wei Xiaoping turned on the terminal, and silently followed Chongjun Wang's fans again.

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