Marriage Alpha Breeding Guide

Song Mi choked for breath, and moved her hands lightly, but couldn't break free.He looked up at Yan Qinghe, the smile on that person's face did not change at all, but Song Mi felt that his wrist was being grasped even tighter.

With a slight movement of his wrist, Song Mi easily broke free from the opponent's shackles - after all, he is an S-level Omega whose physical fitness is comparable to that of an Alpha, even against Yan Qinghe before he was injured, he can still compete with him in terms of physical fitness .

In the afternoon, the shiny green leaves are still in the hot and dry air.Yan Qinghe let Song Mi's free hand echo around the bed, he turned his face away and stared out of the window without saying a word.

Yan Qinghe didn't seem very happy.Realizing this, Song Mi lowered her head and stared at her wrist in bewilderment. His skin was fair and his blood vessels were light blue, so the light red fingerprints on his wrist looked more hideous and terrifying. Like some kind of indescribable brand, at this time it gently accompanied Song Mi's pulse, beating, swollen, and gradually becoming hot.

Time passed by every minute, and the ward was so quiet that only the ticking sound of the infusion bottle could be heard.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and Yan Qinghe couldn't help but began to cough.At first he just coughed twice.Gradually, the cough became more severe each time, and finally he was panting, with hoarse wheezing.

Song Mi stood up abruptly, frowning as he looked around the ward, and finally found a bottle of mineral water on the bedside table.He frantically unscrewed the bottle cap, and because of too much force, the water in the bottle sprayed out instantly, splashing all over his head and face, and even dripping down the ends of his hair.The thin plastic bottle was crushed by him, dripping wet and looking a bit dirty.Song Mi's fingers holding the bottle couldn't help becoming stiff, but there was no other drinking water in the ward, so he turned his head and walked out decisively: "I'm going out to buy water."

Yan Qinghe grabbed him again, and his slightly cool fingers held Song Mi's wet wrist: "Cough...it's okay, give me the water."

Song Mi retracted her hand: "The convenience store is downstairs, I'll be back soon."

Yan Qinghe grasped it calmly: "Don't you still have half a bottle left in your hand? Give it to me."

Song Mi had no choice but to unscrew the mineral water and put it on his lips.As if he didn't care, Yan Qinghe stood up slightly, and slowly sipped the water in the bottle with Song Mi's hand, his hand trembling uncontrollably, and coughed earth-shatteringly in the next second.

Song Mi's hands trembled, and she supported him jerky, held him in her arms, and patted his back tentatively.Yan Qinghe's body froze for a moment, and in the next second, an unreal weight fell on Song Mi's hands—Yan Qinghe took advantage of the situation and lay down in his arms.

The high body temperature spread to Song Mi's arm through the blue and white hospital gown, and he could clearly feel Yan Qinghe's protruding spine, which was excruciatingly painful.Song Mi patted the other person's back to comfort him, and when he heard the person's breathing gradually calmed down, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a while.

This bottle of mineral water is not Yan Qinghe's favorite brand.

Song Mi came back to his senses with the warm breath spraying on his ears. He got up hastily, and when he was about to raise his head, his face was suddenly held by another hand.

"Wipe it." Yan Qinghe looked a little helpless with his brows slightly frowned, he pulled a few pieces of toilet paper with the hand that was tied with the infusion tube, and gently wiped the water off Song Mi's face.

The red mark on the wrist was still throbbing with pain, but the touch felt through the tissue was so gentle that it was unreal.The bottom of his heart was miraculously healed, Song Mi was worried that the needle on the back of Yan Qinghe's hand would pierce his skin, so he dodged for a while, but he didn't dodge, so he had to lower his head to accept it, and said stiffly, "Thank you."

The ward became quiet again, and the sound of the second hand turning the time elongated.

Seeing that the infusion bottle had bottomed out, Song Mi got up and wanted to press the call bell, but was pulled back again. The two were in a stalemate. Yan Qinghe looked at him with a cold look for a while, and finally let go: "Sorry!" .”

Song Mi was wondering why he was apologizing, but she heard him say, "It doesn't matter if you want to leave. What happened before... Thank you."

His voice sounded exhausted, and his whole body was enveloped in a gray and defeated atmosphere.Song Mi shrank her heart and said in a low voice, "You don't need to marry me."

Song Mi thought about it for a while, and then continued to explain carefully: "What I said just now was just to deal with your fiancé, not to take advantage of it...Marriage is a very cautious thing, don't be impulsive."

Yan Qinghe's eyes slowly cooled down, and then he let out a chuckle.There seemed to be something brewing in his dark eyes, and Song Mi was surprised by the unfamiliar arc of his lips.

In the past, Yan Qinghe's smile was an overall expression. The curvature of his lips may be very slight, but the whole expression must be gentle.But at this moment, the curvature of the corners of Yan Qinghe's lips is a bit exaggerated, like a robot trying to imitate the expression of "smile" of a human being, with violent but emotionless movements.

Soon, Yan Qinghe changed his expression and remained silent for no reason. The long pause seemed to be waiting for Song Mi's reply, but also seemed to be thinking about an important question.Finally, he closed his eyes and sighed: "Forget it, let's go."

Song Mi didn't move.

After a while, Yan Qinghe opened his eyes, looked at him expressionlessly, and seemed to ask why he didn't leave.

Song Mi clumsily tucked the quilt up for him, but it became more and more messy, so she had no choice but to stop: "I'm not impulsive... I'm really serious."

The smile on Yan Qinghe's face completely disappeared, he stared at Song Mi, and asked indifferently: "Why." His questioning tone was very light, as if he had already expected the answer, and he seemed to be saying that he That answer is not needed.

Song Mi lied.He did act on impulse.

Compared with Yan Qinghe's warm smile, his expressionless appearance made Song Mi feel more sad.In the past days, Song Mi had looked at Yan Qinghe from a distance countless times. That person was always smiling, surrounded by countless crowds.At that time, Song Mi was standing in the corner, applauding him with her eyes, and sincerely wishing him all the best.At this moment, only Song Mi was left by Yan Qinghe's side, but Song Mi couldn't be happy no matter what.

This is Yan Qinghe, a person who is so proud and always has a straight back, but now he can only lie on the bed and look up at Song Mi.If Yan Qinghe felt that he was being pitied, he would definitely be angry.But Song Mi tried to explain his inexplicable behavior to the other party. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he even shook his head.

Song Mi paused, put her finger under her lips, and said slowly: "My mother-in-law is hospitalized, she really hopes to see me get married, the doctor said...she doesn't have much time."

"It only takes one year, and the marriage relationship is automatically terminated after the expiration. During the relationship, there is no need to enforce the obligations of the partner. I will do a good job of self-isolation every month during the fever period. You can... keep close to other people at the same time relationship." Song Mi racked her brains to cede land and pay compensation, lest she would appear insincere, "I won't interfere too much in your personal life."

Yan Qinghe listened to him without saying a word, stretched out his hand to smooth the quilt messed up by Song Mi, and said, "Okay."

"Married life is up to your arrangement. You can live together or separate. Please be sure to contact your assistant to prepare for notarization of pre-marital property..."

"Song Mi, I agree."

"I promise not to interfere in the affairs of the company—"

Song Mi was still talking to himself, but Yan Qinghe didn't bother to reply, so he simply reached out and pulled off his tie.The distance decreased suddenly, and the two looked at each other, only the slightly hot breath was sprayed on each other's faces in silence.But he quickly let go, and Song Mi stood back to her original position, her back straightened, and her hands unnaturally adjusted the crooked tie a few times.

There was some strangeness in Yan Qinghe's eyes, and Yan Qinghe smiled casually: "I agree, Song Mi." He turned his head away to avoid Song Mi's probing gaze: "Is it okay tomorrow? We will go to get the certificate tomorrow morning .”

"Okay." After agreeing, Song Mi realized what she said belatedly.

He has lived alone for 27 years, and never thought about the lives of the two, let alone that the other would be Yan Qinghe.

The relationship between him and Yan Qinghe should be far away, such as a fellow student who is three years behind the undergraduate degree.Even more unfamiliar, such as alumni.After all, they didn't even have each other's contact information.But tomorrow, their names will appear in each other's "spouse" column, and in everyone's eyes, he and Yan Qinghe will become the only ones for each other. conduct.

Even though this relationship will only last for one year, Song Mi still can't help her heart beat faster.

Being watched by Yan Qinghe, Song Mi unnaturally got up and walked towards the door, brought in the fruit and milk that she had bought before, and said something to her when she had nothing to say, "Do you... eat apples?"

Yan Qinghe was also stunned, as if he didn't expect that he would say this next, and smiled: "Okay."

Song Mi lowered her head to search for a while, her brows gradually wrinkled.He started to regret it—he should have driven back to the city to buy something instead of going to the nearby convenience store to make do.The apples in the pocket were of different sizes, and some even had worm eyes. They looked like some discounted promotional products, but the cash register receipt clearly stated "Boutique Imported Red Fuji".

Song Mi took the largest one expressionlessly, turned the worm eyes to herself, and turned the relatively intact one to Yan Qinghe, and explained quite calmly: "This is the case with non-GMO foods."

His technique is really clumsy. The apples he peeled have become the kind of polyhedrons that most trouble art students. After removing the core, there is almost nothing left.He was so heartbroken that he simply chopped up the pulp, but during the process of his hands, two pieces of the pulp flew out, and they even bounced lively on the ground twice.

Yan Qinghe didn't speak, but covered his lips with his hand, his shoulders trembled slightly.

Song Mi ignored the pulp on the ground, looked at the apples of different sizes and even turned yellow in the bowl, pondered for a while, and asked very simply: "Yan Qinghe, do you want to drink milk?"

Yan Qinghe didn't want to eat anything, but seeing Song Mi's straight back and hands that were frozen in the air and didn't know how to place them, he hooked his lips: "Let's eat a piece."

Song Mi knew that he was doing it to take care of her self-esteem, but she couldn't help but feel a little happier, and asked him if he had a toothpick.

Yan Qinghe shook his head: "No, you can feed me, it doesn't matter that much."

After Song Mi wiped her hands repeatedly with disinfectant wipes, she put the best-looking one on Yan Qinghe's lips with her fingertips.Yan Qinghe opened his lips to grab the fruit, and his lips brushed against Song Mi's fingers inadvertently.

Song Mi seemed to be scalded by those slightly cool lips, his whole body couldn't help becoming stiff, his face tightened, and he watched Yan Qinghe nonchalantly.The man just chewed unhurriedly, savoring the taste of the apple very seriously, and didn't seem to care whether his lips rubbed against other people's fingers.Song Mi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After chewing earnestly for a while, Yan Qinghe lowered his eyelashes, and raised his lips stained with water in an unclear way: "Thank you, it's delicious."