It is to be marked as an o-loaded high-cold

(1)

In a few days, Chen Xiao healed from his injuries, and Wen Chen also naturally returned to his position.

When I was going to work in Zhou Qi's car today, I received a call from the doctor, saying that the operation would start at noon.

Zhou Qi happened to be beside him, and he said, "Do you need me to accompany you?"

Wen Chen's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he shook his head.

"I'll just go and watch." After all, it's time to end this relationship.

It is difficult for him not to think of Zhou Qi's appearance, whether it is that cold face, or the appearance of breathing steadily while leaning on his neck.

Wen Chen knew that he was not a nostalgic person, not to mention that the time in Zhou's house was not old, but a time that he didn't want to think about.

He muddled along.

In the hospital, I followed Mother Wen out of the operating room. The doctor said that the operation was very good, the entire tumor was removed, and only a short period of chemotherapy was needed to make sure that it was completely eliminated.

When Wen's mother woke up, Wen Chen sat beside the hospital bed and fell asleep.

She raised her hand and gently rubbed her son's head.

I don't know if it's because I'm getting older, and the flesh on my hands is less, only skin and bones can be seen.

Mother Wen looked at Wen Chen's profile, and felt that it was very similar to his father who was no longer alive.

Father Wen also had a brain tumor, but it was already at an advanced stage when he was discovered.At that time, Mother Wen took out all her savings and took Father Wen to S City, which had the highest medical level, for surgery.

Wen Chen was still in high school at that time and was not with him until he saw Father Wen.Father Wen was already a little demented, and his reaction was very slow.

When Mother Wen saw Wen Chen patiently teaching Father Wen to eat and dress alone, she felt sour.

Later, Father Wen was already in a state of semi-paralysis. Once he had epilepsy, and he was in a state of high fever all night. Wen Chen was watching by the side.

Everyone made their mother and child mentally prepared.

But when it really came to that time, no one could bear it. Wen Chen knelt in the mourning hall for a day and a night, and passed out directly the next day.

Mother Wen looked at his sleeping face, she had already walked out, but there was still a shadow in Wen Chen's heart.

Wen Chen noticed that someone was touching her head, blinked her eyes, opened them slightly, and saw that Mother Wen had woken up.

He got up and asked, "I'll go out and buy you breakfast."

Mother Wen smiled and nodded, let him go.

Wen's mother had just finished the operation and could only eat some light food. Wen Chen bought her porridge at the entrance of the hospital. On the way back, he lowered his head and sent Ou Xiao a WeChat message.

I didn't pay attention to the oncoming person, and suddenly I was hit on the shoulder.

He bowed his head and apologized: "I'm sorry."

"It's ok."

Wen Chen didn't raise his head, but still walked forward with his head down. After walking a few steps, he realized that the voice he just heard was familiar, and he looked back.

There were people coming and going at the entrance of the hospital, but there were no familiar figures from behind.

Maybe it was hallucination.

Wen Chen didn't care, and went straight to the elevator into Wen's mother's ward.

Mother Wen smiled and said, "Why so fast?"

"Hurry up?"

Mother Wen didn't answer, she took the disposable spoon in the bag and started to drink the porridge.

She drank and saw Wen Chen, and asked him, "Aren't you busy with work?"

"I asked for leave, and my boss allowed me to ask for a few more days, so don't worry."

Mother Wen didn't speak.

Wen Chen looked down at the phone, saw Ou Xiao asking him if he really wanted to go back to City C when Wen's mother got better, he replied with an affirmative expression, and then blocked the phone.

He raised his head and watched Mother Wen drinking the porridge. After a few seconds, he said, "Mom, let's go back to our hometown when you are better."

Mother Wen was taken aback, and asked him back: "What are you doing back here? Aren't you doing well here! What about work?"

"Look again, mainly because I don't know the place here, and I usually don't have much time. Why don't I resign and go back and take good care of you."

Mother Wen still wanted to refute.

Wen Chen hurriedly said, "I want to go back and see my dad, and you have to start over."

Hearing this, Mother Wen was speechless. She leaned on the pillow, stared at Wen Chen for several seconds, and then sighed.

"I don't know who you inherited your temper from."

Wen Chen didn't speak, but got up and picked up the paper bowl containing porridge and threw it into the trash can.

Thinking of leaving this place for a moment, he didn't know whether he was happy or a pity in his heart, so he felt a little astringent.

According to what I thought before, this should be the best ending.

He can completely separate himself from his current situation.

(2)

Zhou Qi was pulled out of his thoughts by the noisy voices in the hall.

He was out of place in a white corridor in a suit.

Inside, Wen Chen was still talking with Wen's mother, and the topics they talked about were irrelevant, but Zhou Qi still remembered Wen Chen's talk about going to City C in his mind.

He didn't know what emotion he was in, he just felt that there was a space somewhere.

Wen Chen's attitude seemed resolute, without hesitation.

Zhou Qi stood where he was, smelling the pungent smell of alcohol in the air, and it took him a while to recover.

He came to the hospital after Wen Chen. Because he felt chest tightness, he smoked two cigarettes in the smoking area. When he was walking out, he bumped into Wen Chen accidentally.

He knew Wen Chen would look back at him, so he found a corner and walked over.

(3)

at night.

City B has a big temperature difference between day and night. When Wen Chen arrived at Zhou's house, when he got out of the car, a gust of cool wind blew into his face, blowing in from the hem of his clothes. He shivered from the cold, and hurriedly wrapped his coat tightly.

When I opened the door and entered, only the light in the entrance was on, and it seemed that no one came back.

Wen Chen walked in, went to the wall and fumbled to turn on the light in the hall.

Suddenly touched something warm.

I only heard a voice in the darkness: "Don't move."

It was Zhou Qi's voice.

The voice was a little hoarse, and it seemed precious in the quiet villa, Wen Chen pursed his lips in the darkness, and withdrew his hand.

The light at the porch was dim, and after his eyes got used to the darkness, he could see Zhou Qi's profile clearly through the weak light.

I don't know what he was thinking, staring at his face, his eyes were dark, and there seemed to be thorns in his eyes.

The surrounding alpha heavy wood fragrance is increasing rapidly, and Wen Chen's nasal cavity is full of it. He is not used to it, frowning and wants to back away.

Zhou Qi noticed his movement and hugged him in his arms as soon as he stretched out his hand.

His movements were not gentle, they were rough. He hugged him into his arms, and restrained Wen Chen hard, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Wen Chen's shoulders hurt from him, and his breathing became short of breath. He raised his hand and pushed him, trying to push him away, but it didn't help.

"Zhou Qi!"

Zhou Qi didn't seem to hear his shout.

Wen Chen had no choice but to lower his tone: "You hurt me."

After a few seconds, he heard Zhou Qi sigh deeply, and he released him.

The two looked at each other.

I don't know whose breathing sound is very clear in the dark night.

I don't know who got closer first, Wen Chen felt that his lips touched something soft, and when he saw Zhou Qi's face that was close at hand, his heart skipped a beat for a moment.

This feeling made him feel bad, as well as the heart beating faster in his chest.

He put his hand against Zhou Qi's chest, trying to push him away, and under the aggression of Zhou Qi's lips, he made a whining sound.

Wen Chen had no choice but to bite Zhou Qi's lips.

The strong smell of rust and blood spread in the mouths of the two of them, but Zhou Qi stirred Wen Chen's nerves on the one hand, and let the smell of alpha invade his body.

Wen Chen knew that it wasn't his intention, it was the omega's reaction to Alpha's naturally surrendered body, his brain was starved of oxygen, and in a daze, he wrapped his hands around Zhou Qi's neck.

Zhou Qi defeated Wen Chen's defense step by step, and when he reached the place of love and obsession, he reached out and touched his thigh, wanting to hug him in his arms.

Wen Chen noticed it, and hurriedly backed away, whimpering and saying, "No...it can't be done."

Zhou Qi didn't care, and continued to move his hands.

It was only at this moment that he realized where the emotions that confuse him came from. Wen Chen's omega smell was so unique. The roses that had just bloomed in the morning were covered with dew, and the rich rose fragrance poured into Zhou Qi's nostrils.

This has a fatal attraction for him.

The alpha's nature was drawn out, colliding with the attraction of omega, just like meeting the object of venting that one imagined.

The collision of two complementary scents is destined to be a fusion.

afterwards.

Wen Chen fell asleep, and when he woke up, there was no one beside him. He stretched out his hand and groped under the quilt, it was warm.

He got up.

Zhou Qi was standing on the balcony in front of him, with the transparent glass door closed, leaning against the guardrail to smoke.

The faint smoke blurred his brows and eyes.

For a moment, Wen Chen felt that Zhou Qi was very pitiful.

His eyes were scarlet, he was only wearing pajamas, and it was windy outside, Wen Chen heard the whirling of leaves.

Wen Chen still couldn't bear it in her heart, so she found some loose clothes, got up and walked over barefoot, raised her hand and knocked lightly on the glass door a few times.

Three beeps.

It looked extraordinarily heavy in the dark.

Zhou Qi looked up at him, his eyes contained many emotions, but they were hidden when he opened the door, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Chen hesitated for a while before speaking, his voice was hoarse when he spoke, "It's very cold outside."

After hearing what he said, Zhou Qi didn't move, and asked him, "Do you hate me?"

Wen Chen said: "Hate or hate."

Zhou Qi asked again: "What is the reason for not hating?"

Wen Chen said, "You didn't mark me."

Whether it's a temporary mark or a permanent mark, he sighed inwardly.

Permanent marking is impossible, and when Zhou Qi and him did it that day, he also resisted the urge to make a temporary marking.

This probably still leaves some respect.

Zhou Qi hummed, but didn't say anything after that.

Wen Chen glanced at him, didn't say a word, stood for a while, entered the room, and went to bed.

The smoke in his hand came to an end, his hand was burned, and the pain pulled Zhou Qi out of his thoughts.

Put out the cigarette, and then enter the house.

Maybe it's a psychological effect, but Wen Chen still likes to deceive himself. He thinks that Zhou Qi acts as an electric blanket for heating, and he will feel at ease only when he is by his side.

The author has something to say:

Zhou Qi: Let's cut off the relationship.

Wen Chen: Why?

Zhou Qi: I'm just a tool person who is treated as an electric blanket

Wen Chen: tui

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〒＿〒感谢在2020-03-3123：58：04～2020-04-0423：59：01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～感谢投出手榴弹的小天使：真知棒波纹疾走1个；

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Lansan, 1 Zhenzhi Stick Ripple Sprint; thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of hood;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!