intangible heritage

Although Qin Rong was listening, his focus was irresistibly on Jiang Xun.

His eyes lowered slightly, "Is there anyone else who gave him medicine?"

Sun Xiu nodded, "But... I don't know who it is, I heard it from Brother Wei, and Brother Xun was beside me at that time." He recalled the tone of old Wei, "When Brother Wei mentioned this person," he called He shivered, as if thinking of something scary, "Brother Xun is like a ghost crawling out of hell, wishing he could swallow that person alive."

Qin Rong was not frightened, but instead bent his lips. Although he was a little nervous at first when he heard that Jiang Xun had been drugged, after thinking about it for a while, he found that Jiang Xun had no omega aura on him, and he heard that Jiang Xun had been drugged a while ago. According to the news, Jiang Xun has never had an omega by his side these years, so he doesn't need to care about drugging.

He focused more on the evil spirits.

Goblin?

It is obviously a mad dog who loves to bite people at every turn, and crazily swears sovereignty.

However, this teasing mood didn't last long, and then a wave of sadness spread from Qin Rong's heart.

His impression of Jiang Xun stayed with Jiang Xun. At that time, he was still a puppy who loved to bark his teeth and was often bruised because of himself. But time flies, and when Jiang Xun reappeared, he could barely recognize him. , became the evil ghost that others said they were frightened by.

Sun Xiu thought for a while, then added, "That person seems to be Brother Xun's brother..."

He took the medicine when Jiang Xun was drunk, but Jiang Xun not only didn't enter the susceptible period according to the effect of the medicine, he didn't even release the pheromone.

At that time, Jiang Xun's eyes were red and his face was full of violence. He grabbed Sun Xiu's neck, and his voice was like the roar of a wild animal. He said a lot, but Sun Xiu's brain was starved of oxygen, and he could only hear clearly one sentence, brother.

The word "brother" made Qin Rong's pupils constrict suddenly, and he was dazzled for a while, "What did you say?"

Sun Xiu felt that Qin Rong's calm mood had suddenly risen. He thought he had said something wrong, and murmured, "Maybe... I heard it wrong."

Sun Xiu heard right.

Qin Rong's palm was sweating, how could he forget it?

How dare he forget?

He stroked his upper gland with his fingertips, and the scar under his thin shirt told him brightly that he was the one who gave Jiang Xun the medicine.

Sun Xiu asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"

Qin Rongqiang said calmly, "It's okay."

He already roughly guessed the purpose of Sun Xiu's coming to him. From the last conversation, Sun Xiu thought that he had a good relationship with Jiang Xun, and hoped that he would tell Jiang Xun about the drug administration and plead for him by the way, and he did not No real harm was done to Jiang Xun, even if Jiang Xun knew about it, for Qin Rong's sake, he would not turn around and ask him to settle the score.

Qin Rong's mouth was full of bitterness, Sun Xiu's mind was active, but he never imagined that the last person who drugged Jiang Xun was him.

When he went to tell Jiang Xun about this, he was undoubtedly dancing in the mine field.

He should have said no, but for some reason, he said yes.

Qin Rong let out a sigh, maybe Sun Xiu and his omega father were somewhat similar, which made him unable to be cruel.

Before Sun Xiu left, Qin Rong asked him, "How much does Jiang Xun hate the person who drugged him?"

Sun Xiu thought about it for a while, and replied: "I also asked at the beginning, Brother Wei said that if you don't break this man's legs and cut off his glands, he won't be able to calm down." Sun Xiu shook his body, "Brother Xun said, cut off the glands." It’s too cheap for him, what he has suffered, he wants that person to pay back thousands of times.”

Cutting off the glands is cheap, and it really is extremely hateful.

Jiang Xun hated him, this cognition was in Qin Rong's imagination, but he still couldn't help but suffer from it.

The third floor of the Qin residence is exclusively for Qin Sheng, and this has not changed after Qin Sheng's death. One is that there is a study room for Qin Rong's office on the first floor, and the other is that Qin Rong hates the third floor.

But occasionally, he would step into the third floor that he loathed so much that his body was resisting.

For example, now, when he cannot relieve the pain with reason.

There is a password room at the bottom of the third floor, only Qin Sheng and Qin Rong have fingerprints and passwords.

When his fingertips landed on the electronic screen, Qin Rong's body began to tremble, and an emotion of resistance and urgency surrounded him.

"Di-"

With a long beep, the door opened.

The darkness poured out like a tide, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the air.

Qin Rong took a deep breath, his face contorted instantly, he unbuttoned the clothes that bound his neck, and walked in.

Before all the light disappeared, a faint light shone down on Qin Rong's neck, and one could clearly see a hideous scar hidden under his clothes.

Although he agreed to Sun Xiu, Qin Rong is busy with work. Although the power of the Qin family has fallen into Jiang Xun's hands, Qin Rong is still in charge of the company's large and small matters, and Jiang Xun seems to have no intention of taking back Qin Rong's rights. , let him still be safe in front of his little Qin Boss in the Qin family.

It was two days after he was free, and the reason he was free was that the inhibitors could no longer control his fever.

He can only take official duties home.

However, in this case, he didn't dare to go to Jiang Xun, so he could only postpone the matter.

A day ago, Qin Rong had already told Uncle Chen that the main house would not need to be attended to, and would not see guests in the next two days, so he could release his pheromone wantonly.

But this didn't make him feel better. After the inhibitor failed, his whole body seemed to be roasted on a fire. It was extremely hot, and the numb biting sensation spread all over his limbs, and Qin Rong fell down in pain. On the floor, the cold touch made him a little more comfortable, but it was nothing more than drinking poison to quench his thirst.

mark……

He needs markers, he needs pheromones.

The brain seemed to be invaded by thousands of ants and insects. Qin Rong's calm and indifferent appearance couldn't last a moment in the face of the fever. Without pheromones to appease him, he was like a wild beast, with tears and snot flowing all over his face.

He stumbled up and wandered around the house like a zombie.

"A Xun..."

"you there……"

There was a hoarse hoarse sound and a desperate cry from his throat.

He fell down again and collapsed in front of the sofa in the living room in embarrassment.

Qin Rong tightened his body in pain, his head kept hitting the floor, and the increasingly intense fever almost made him die.

He couldn't bear it anymore, took out his cell phone, trembling hands, wanted to call a familiar number, but before pulling it out, Qin Rong's last bit of reason made him throw the cell phone.

Immediately, he tore off his sleeve and bit his wrist. The sweet smell instantly filled his throat, and the severe pain suppressed the fever for a short time, but Qin Rong knew that what followed was the beginning of his nightmare.

He'd be in this house like a mad dog with no dignity, begging for someone to mark him.

But there was no one in the empty house except himself.

Driven by fever, he kept repeating the humiliating process.

At that time, he wasn't like a human being anymore, he was just a monster occupied by desire.

Qin Rong closed his eyes tightly, his mouth was full of blood, and he said in despair: "A Xun, help me."