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Today, the driver came to pick up Ting Yun from get off work again.

Ting Yun and several colleagues from the company went out of the building together, and a familiar private car was parked on the side of the road.

Sister Dong elbowed Ding Tingyun's stomach, "Hey, why haven't you seen your Mr. Song lately?"

In fact, it is easy to tell if Song Youfang is picking up Tingyun from get off work. If Song Youfang came to pick up Tingyun from get off work, even if Song Youfang didn't get out of the car, he would still lower the window. ran forward.

Ting Yun glanced at the direction of the car, just as the driver got out of the car and opened the door for him, "He's been very busy recently, and sometimes he comes home very late."

"Rich people also have the troubles of rich people." Sister Dong waved her hand, "Hurry up, we still have to squeeze the subway pitifully."

Only then did Ting Yun say goodbye to his colleagues. After sitting in the car, he counted the days with his fingers. Song Youfang had been busy for almost half a month, and the two of them didn't spend as much time meeting each other as he did with the driver.

"Master Chen." The driver's surname is Chen, and Ting Yun is too embarrassed to disturb Song Youfang, so he can only ask Master Chen about the situation, "Mr. Song, is he still busy recently?"

Master Chen is just a driver. Song Youfang doesn't know much about his work. "It looks like he's still busy. I heard from those secretaries that I don't understand any foreign projects. You can ask your assistant later."

After returning home, his aunt left early, and Ting Yun was left alone, even eating in a deserted place. After washing up, he received another message from Song Youfang.

"have you eaten?"

Ting Yun glanced at the time, Song Youfang guessed that he was really busy, today's news came later than usual, he couldn't help sighing, if he wanted to say something nonsense, he was afraid of delaying Song Youfang's time, so he could only answer honestly, "have eaten."

Song Youfang's news came quickly, "Rest early, don't wait for me."

Ting Yun knew that this was the end of today's chat, he replied "yes" lazily, and casually clicked on Song Youfang's profile picture, but there was still nothing in Moments.

Song Youfang never posted anything on social software. This was just a channel for him to communicate with Ting Yun. Ting Yun also knew that there was no one else on Song Youfang's social software except him.

At the beginning, I was a little complacent because of this exclusive favor, but now I feel that it is too boring. If Song Youfang can post some news, I will think about it anyway.

Ting Yun was a little bored, and didn't want to think about it, so he clicked on the short video on his phone.

Big data is outrageous, he just watched one or two cooking videos before, and now all the recommendations for him are food content.

Some simple and easy-to-use desserts look very tempting. Ting Yun looked at them carefully and carefully. He wrote down the steps in his heart and even saved the video. But watching these things did not relieve his inner impatience. He even Every time I think about it, I think of Song Youfang.

While watching these videos, his first thought was to show Song Youfang a taste.

"Hey…"

Ting Yun sighed, turned over, and lay down on Song Youfang's pillow. The scent of lavender on it was very faint. Like a drug addict, he buried his head deeply in it, sniffing the thin smell greedily.

It's autumn in the city, and it's still cool at night. It's just right to be wrapped in a quilt. Today, perhaps because Ting Yun is upset, a layer of sweat gradually oozes from his back. He was so hot that he had to lift the quilt.

He missed Song Youfang.

Before getting married, Ting Yun can stay alone for a long time, but after getting her own alpha, she doesn't know if it's because of markers and pheromones, and things like loneliness always sneak in at night.

He was annoyed that he was like this, he couldn't be completely empathetic, and he couldn't completely let go of his reserve to express his inner desire.

Song Youfang's number suddenly popped up on the phone, Ting Yun hesitated for a moment, and the moment he picked it up, his voice was hoarse, "Hello?"

The sound of flipping paper came from the phone first, followed by Song Youfang's deep voice, "Ting Yun, it's getting late."

Ting Yun closed his eyes and didn't speak. Song Youfang's voice was still mixed with electricity. Although it didn't sound real, it was too close, as close as Song Youfang was sleeping beside him now.

"Ting Yun?" Song Youfang called him again without hearing Ting Yun's response.

Ting Yun opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. An unspeakable feeling came from the most secret corner of his body, and he couldn't help curling himself up.

"Sir..." Ting Yun bit his lip, he really wanted to see Song Youfang, he tried his best to find excuses for himself.

Song Youfang has been busy for so long, but it's only once today, so it doesn't seem to be a big deal. He thinks about his alpha, and this is not an excessive request.

"Huh?" Song Youfang heard Ting Yun's abnormality, "Uncomfortable? I'll ask the doctor..."

"No." Ting Yun interrupted hastily. He was indeed not feeling well, but what he wanted to see was not a doctor. For omega, alpha is the best medicine.

Song Youfang was very quiet, he couldn't hear any background sounds at all, as if he had put down everything and was waiting for Ting Yun's answer.

Ting Yun's voice was like a gnat, "Can you...can you go home..."

"What?" Song Youfang couldn't hear it clearly.

Ting Yun rubbed against the pillow again, as if he had made great determination, he raised his voice, "I miss you...can you go home?"

The sound of electricity on the phone disappeared. For a moment, Ting Yun thought that Song Youfang had hung up the phone. When he saw that the call time on the phone was still passing, he realized that Song Youfang did not speak. It's a little tricky.

Just when Ting Yun was hesitating whether to hang up the phone, an assistant's voice came from the phone.

"boss…"

"Come here first today." But he was soon interrupted by Song Youfang, and his second sentence was on the phone, "Wait for me, come back now."

The scenery outside the car window was receding rapidly, and the cold wind went straight into the car, making it whine. The assistant reminded in a low voice in the front row, "Boss, do you want to close the window?"

Song Youfang refused. He closed his eyes and leaned back. The feeling in his heart was indescribable.

During this period of time, he couldn't let go of the work at hand. When he got home every night, Ting Yun was already asleep, and the time the two of them really spent together was only when he sent Ting Yun to work in the morning.

Apart from reminding Ting Yun to eat and sleep, the two of them didn't seem to have said anything recently, and Ting Yun just answered obediently.

The phone call just now was also purely redundant, he just wanted to hear Ting Yun's voice before Ting Yun went to sleep.

Recently, he felt that he was very strange. He would think of Ting Yun from time to time, and then make a phone call on the pretext of asking about Ting Yun's recent situation.

Ting Yun said that when he missed him, his throat seemed to be grabbed by someone, and he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to go home, and he wanted to be with his omega in the dead of night.

This kind of subtle feeling is hard to detect. When he came back to his senses, he realized that Ting Yun had distracted him.

Thinking about his step-by-step life, such a change was unexpected, and he was confused and confused. Is this reasonable?

The chaotic thoughts lasted only until Song Youfang pushed open the door, the strong smell of citric acid swept away all the thoughts in his mind, and he walked to the bedside and sat down by the weak bedside lamp.

Ting Yun was still asleep, with the quilt between his legs, his eyes wide open in a daze, the moment the door opened, he sat up, his eyes followed Song Youfang's footsteps, and then he threw himself into Song Youfang's arms.

Song Youfang hugged him subconsciously, not only because of the smell of pheromone, but even Ting Yun's body temperature was much higher than usual.

He patted Ting Yun's back lightly with his palm, touching the wet pajamas, "Ting Yun?"

Ting Yun writhed in his arms, grabbed his shoulders, changed his position and leaned against his chest, with a sweet response from his mouth, "Huh?"

Ting Yun was not the same as usual, insisting on Song Youfang's words, like a budding flower soaked in dew in the morning, it was extraordinarily delicate and beautiful.

The fluctuation of omega pheromone is nothing more than hormones playing tricks. Song Youfang dragged Ting Yun's chin and asked, "You want to have sex/love, don't you?"

Ting Yun was uncharacteristically calm, he shook his head, avoiding Song Youfang's fingers, and the two looked at each other.

He just wanted Song Youfang to hold him like this, the boredom in his heart and the dryness in his body have been relieved.

Compared with sweaty love/things, this kind of silent warmth can make Ting Yun more attached.

"You still have a lot of things to do, don't you?" Ting Yun sat across Song Youfang's lap, with his legs curled up and stepping on the bed sheet.

Song Youfang didn't answer directly, but just acquiesced, "It's fine."

How to do it?Even knowing that Song Youfang was busy, he still called people home willfully.

Ting Yun didn't understand what kind of mentality was causing the trouble. He talked about the video with Song Youfang, "I just saw a video of someone making desserts on my mobile phone."

Song Youfang didn't speak, and motioned Ting Yun to continue.

"It's very delicate. It must be delicious. I thought of you. I want to try it. I'll make it for you. Would you like it?"

After Ting Yun finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he understood his state of mind.

He wanted to know if Song Youfang would listen carefully to the trivial things he said.

Song Youfang touched the sweat on Ting Yun's forehead, "Yes."

Not just trivial matters, Ting Yun also wanted to tell Song Youfang that when he was doing anything, he would always think of him and miss him very much.

"It's ready tomorrow, can I ask my assistant to bring it to you?" Ting Yun's grip on Song Youfang's shoulder tightened a bit, and marks were found on the flat suit.

"Ah."

Ting Yun didn't seem to have finished asking, "Not only tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, can the assistant bring you all the things I have finished?"

"Anytime." Song Youfang answered irrelevantly, "Whenever you want to see me, you can do it anytime."

Isn't Song Youfang in a daze, actually understood what he meant.

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