Protocol Mark [Transmigration Book]

This is like directly saying that you are not as good as cats and dogs.

The crying on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly, probably because she didn't expect there to be such an unmannered person in this world.

"Aren't you being too disrespectful!"

Omega wanted to end the conversation, but couldn't bear it.

Qiankun's voice made him feel familiar, and he wanted to say a few more words.

"The injury is healed, and you continue to use my medical expenses. I also feel that you don't respect me." Qian Kun chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"I will pay you back!" Because of being misunderstood, Omega said angrily.

"You don't have to pay it back, I'll treat it as a donation to the impoverished mountainous area. In addition, I hope you don't occupy the bed that should belong to others."

"Wait, your receiving account—"

Before Omega finished speaking, the other end had already hung up.

It didn't take long for Qiankun to receive inquiries from the bodyguards. The bodyguards were all Alphas. How could they bear Omega's sad crying and asked him if he could tell him the account number for receiving the money. This Omega said that he would remit money to him regularly.

Although it was forced by the situation to save the opponent at the beginning, some of the opponent's subsequent actions seemed weak, but not so weak.

He is not interested in others, and he is in a good mood today, so he can patiently reply: [Just give your account number. ]

Cutting off the way to communicate with the other party, Qiankun watched the Milky Way pouring under the street lamp, wondering if the child got wet.

The godmother returned home with the thermos bucket. The rain was so heavy that she felt heartbroken looking at the soaked sheepskin high-heeled shoes.

She went to deliver dinner to her husband who worked overtime. Unlike most wealthy couples who seem to be inseparable, Qian Kun's parents were in free love back then, and their relationship has remained the same until now.

When she put the thermos in the kitchen, she found that not only did her son who lived in the school come back, he was also cooking soup in an apron, with a cooking book in his hand and a spoon in the other.

Although her son is outstanding in everything, everything may be too easy to get, and he is not interested in most things.The arrogance in his bones is unparalleled, and he is so proud that no one takes it seriously.

This kind of soup cooking at night will only happen occasionally unless the mood is very good, so good that I can't vent it through exercise.

She approached slowly, intending to startle him, but an Alpha with top-level perception turned her head and said, "Mom, come here and have a taste."

The godmother glared at her son, who never surprised her, and took a sip, which turned out to be very good.

"Did something happy happen at school?"

During the period before, it had been cloudy.

Qiankun's frowning look made them worry that he would cause riots and blow up the school. For this reason, the godmother also communicated with the principal, and if Qiankun behaved abnormally, he must be transferred.

Qian Kun smiled, but did not speak.

Going upstairs with the bowl in hand, my mother yelled, "Does the saying that you want to be single for the rest of your life still count?"

Qian Kun's expression paused.

He replied in a low voice, "No."

The godmother recalled that many years ago, when her son was accidentally trapped with an Omega, the Omega was given medicine and entered the estrus period.

In order not to mark the other party, he bruised himself all over.

When the rescuers opened the door to rescue them, Qiankun was covered in blood, like a blood man, who had self-harmed in order to control himself.

That stern look still makes it hard for the godmother to let go.

He tied up the Omega in estrus, slowly licked the bleeding wound on his hand, his bloody lips, and clearly uttered a sentence: "No one can force me to mark."

After that, the son kept silent about the estrus and marking.

Obviously it was that time that he suffered a heavy psychological shadow, and he even stated categorically that he hoped to be single until he grows old.

The godmother looked at her son's slightly uncomfortable back: "Stinky boy, is your heart moved?"

Downstairs, only the godmother smiled with relief.

The housekeeper of the Xie family kept looking out, trying to see Shen Jin's figure.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the courtyard that was devastated by the wind and rain. The rainwater merged into a stream and flowed through the stone path.

The lights in the living room were not turned on, and on the dining table, there was a caramel cake with 18 in it.

There were a few brightly lit candles around them, shaking with the wind that sneaked in. In front of the dining table, there was only Xie Ling sitting quietly.

The housekeeper regretted it a little now, so he should have driven directly to the school to pick him up regardless of Master Biao's objection.

The housekeeper wanted to make another call to inquire about the situation, but Xie Ling stopped him coldly: "Don't call again."

The housekeeper felt that Xie Ling seemed to be born with no kinship.

The second son of the Xie family's direct line was brought by Xie's father's second marriage, and Xie Ling's half-brother, always trying to seize the position of heir; the third son was brought by Xie's third marriage, The third young master is not bad, but under the clever words of the second young master, he separated from Xie Ling.

No matter how sad the two younger brothers made Xie Ling, he still gave gifts every year, waiting for their birthdays.

What I waited for was the repeated phrase "I'm coming soon" and "On the way". I just waited until the next morning, when the candles were extinguished, the food was cold, and nothing came.

There are very few people that Xie Ling can trust, and even fewer people are interested in him, and it happens that there are only a few people who stab Xie Ling with a knife in the chest.

Even if two younger brothers don't come back, can they count on a cousin whose blood is so weak that it is almost non-existent?

Although Xie Ling raised Shen Jin for a few years, he didn't have much contact with her after that. I just hope that Shen Jin is not the same white-eyed wolf.

Don't blame him for speaking badly.

The other two young masters sucked Xie Ling's blood, but they never responded.

The butler thought that no matter what, Shen Jin should come, but he didn't expect to see a slender figure appearing in the rain in the next second.

The butler opened his mouth and slapped the window heavily, haha, Master Biao, you are so beautiful!

Xie Ling looked at the dancing housekeeper with a frown, and reminded: "Pay attention to your self-cultivation."

The butler was almost incoherent: "Young Master, Master Biao is here!"

Xie Ling almost stood up, lost his voice: "Come?"

He wanted to go to the door to greet him, but when he thought of his elder brother's identity, he had to have the steady spirit of an elder brother, and he couldn't be surprised, and sat back upright, his back straightened even more.

The main house of the Xie family is in the suburbs. After entering the gate, there is a lawn of thousands of square meters.

Shen Jin trotted across the exaggerated lawn, and he even wanted to suggest to his cousin, or put a scooter at the door in the future.

He came to the door and wanted to wait for his breathing to calm down before opening the door, but the housekeeper opened the door from the inside, and Shen Jin saw Xie Ling sitting in the darkness.

Shen Jin asked: "Cousin, am I late?"

Xie Ling looked at his watch, but it was actually half an hour earlier than the agreed time.

"It's not too late, I'm too early."

Xie Ling pinched the fingers of his trousers and relaxed.

Shen Jin changed into her slippers, and was welcomed to the dining table by the housekeeper with extra graciousness.

Shen Jin silently looked at the well-behaved butler uncle: "Uncle Zhang, why are you so happy?"

The mouth is grinning almost to the temple.

Uncle Zhang still didn't restrain himself, why did Kaixin restrain himself.

He handed the towel to Shen Jin, and said with a smile: "Because you can drink from today, do you need it?"

Xie Ling decided without any hesitation: "Give him juice."

As an adult, in my eyes, I am still the little doll crying "geigei".

Xie Ling has always been full of momentum, Shen Jin has always been a little in awe, nodded quickly: "Cousin decides."

Seeing Shen Jin's obedient appearance, Xie Ling nodded in satisfaction. As expected, I educated her. This sitting posture, this expression, and this etiquette are all like me.

This is probably what it feels like to have a brother.

not bad.

The butler delivered the dishes one by one, and found that the cousins ​​acted surprisingly in unison.

The two even have similar expressions. Young Master Biao had expressions when he was a child, but he is not like this now, like a jade carving.

Watch the dining cousins ​​back and forth.

Could it be that he learned from Xie Ling and became the ice cube face he is now.

Once children have someone to admire, they love to imitate. After imitating for a long time, they will naturally not get rid of it.

The butler felt that he had accidentally discovered the truth.

Shen Jin knew that Xie Ling was very disciplined, and at the dinner table, he didn't eat or sleep.

The two finished their meal in silence before Xie Ling took out the lighter he bought today and lit a candle.

Under the orange light, Xie Ling had a painful expression on his face, and asked reluctantly, "Shall I sing you a happy birthday song?"

Shen Jin was flattered: "Huh?"

He took the opportunity and waved his hands again and again.

Who dares to ask Xie Ling to do something that he is not good at, what kind of heart and leopard courage is eaten!

Shen Jin blew out the candles, the housekeeper turned on the lights in the room, and served two more cups of tea.

Xie Ling took a sip and asked, "Did your parents contact you?"

Shen Jin nodded: "Yes."

After sending a text message, after running away from home that time, I contacted him more often, but Shen Jin didn't know how to respond anymore.

Xie Ling directly made a decision: "From now on, you will live here."

"I live on campus now."

"What about the weekend, do you want to watch other students go home, but you don't?"

As early as nine years ago, when the child was looking at him full of nostalgia in the drizzle, he should have left him.

He thought that Shen Jin would be happy when he returned to his biological parents.

But it was he who personally pushed the child to the bottom.

If his psychiatrist hadn't noticed Shen Jin's abnormal behavior and state, Xie Ling wouldn't have noticed at all. Shen Jin, who seemed to be able to handle everything with ease, might have had a psychological problem long ago.

"Next week, I'll accompany you back there to pick up your luggage."

"Then my parents—"

"You're an adult, you can decide where you live." Xie Ling paused, looking straight at his cousin who always respected him more than he was close to him.

Shen Jin lowered her head, desperately suppressing the emotions that were about to surge out.

Xie Ling: "Instead of caring about the gossip of those unimportant people, why don't you care about my thoughts."

Xie Ling knew exactly what Shen Jin was worried about all these years.

Why do you have greetings every year, but never get close.

The huge offshoot of the Xie family is mixed with dragons and fishes, and they only raised it for three years. Those people were so jealous of Shen Jin that they almost went crazy.

Although it was dealt with afterwards, those words had long been imprinted in the heart of the young Shen Jin.

Shen Jin raised her head, her eyes turned red: "I don't care what they think of me anymore."

"Can I be your brother, brother?"

The author has something to say: This chapter is mainly about family affection~~ mutual warmth~

Gradually became a favorite of the group~~~ It's a bit short, hehehehe, be lazy~~