The pure A boy group got mixed up with an Omega

The news appeared to be quite arrogant, but in fact, he was frightened.

Ke Haoyan threw the phone aside, reached out and gently touched Si Jiamu.

no response.

Ke Haoyan touched it again, seeing that the other party hadn't responded yet, and was about to pick up the phone to question Lu Zibo, the person on the bed suddenly muttered, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Jiamu? Are you awake?"

Ke Haoyan was overjoyed, and thanked Lu Zibo madly from the bottom of his heart, when Si Jiamu scolded him, "Ke Haoyan, it's late at night, are you sick?"

Ke Haoyan was even happier.Si Jiamu still had the energy to open his mouth to scold him, and he seemed to be in good spirits.

"Jiamu, you're awake, I thought Lu Zibo would..." Ke Haoyan stopped in the middle of speaking.

This time it's someone I wronged, it's not very good to say it, so I'll let it go.

"How is your injury? Does it still hurt?"

Ke Haoyan changed the subject, Si Jiamu frowned, stretched out his hand to touch it lightly, immediately gasped in pain, and Ke Haoyan's heart also lifted.

"It doesn't hurt that much anymore." Si Jiamu adjusted his expression, although his voice was not as clear as usual, but the dull feeling was gone.

"That's good, that's good." After Ke Haoyan finished speaking, he got up and went to the bedside table, and picked up a few bottles and cans on it, "These are the medicines you want to apply?"

Si Jiamu nodded.

"Then let me help you." Ke Haoyan said involuntarily, and was already about to unscrew one of them, but was stopped by Si Jiamu, "Why do you want you to help me? I have an injury on my face, it's not that I can't move my hands, I will do it myself. "

Hearing this, Ke Haoyan didn't say anything, just kept his mouth shut, like a child whose candy has been robbed, just looked at him aggrievedly, "You despise me? You didn't treat me like this before, Lu Zibo Once you come, you change."

Si Jiamu froze, and turned to look at him stiffly, "Ke Haoyan, why are you so nervous? It's for no reason, why are you acting like a spoiled child?"

Hearing what he said, Ke Haoyan knew that his acting like a baby had played a role, at least there was room for change, "Jiamu, it's inevitable that you can't take care of some things in front of the mirror, let me do it."

Si Jiamu met his eager little eyes, and a wonderful feeling of "I'll be sorry if I don't let him wipe it off" suddenly rose in his heart. Inexplicably, the medicine was all in Ke Haoyan's hands.

Ke Haoyan beamed with joy, and was about to make a move when their stomachs yelled together as if they had made an appointment.

Pu Ruize gently opened the door and saw Si Jiamu wake up, his eyes lit up with a "swipe", and he even spoke in a much lighter tone, "You two come out quickly, you haven't eaten dinner, Brother Siyuan is worried about you I'm hungry, so I specially cooked supper."

When Si Jiamu got off the bed, Ke Haoyan reached out to help him, but was thrown away by the other party, "What are you doing? You said you had an injury on your face!"

Ke Haoyan withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and followed him out, seeing the food on the table, it would be too luxurious to call this table supper.

"What are you looking at? Sit down!" Luo Siyuan came out of the kitchen carrying the soup, "This is specially made for the two of you, hurry up and eat."

The two people who were taken care of specially expressed their gratitude and began to eat immediately.

Neither of them ate slowly, but they didn't feel anxious at all when looking at the movements, but they felt slow and graceful.

They settled it quickly, Qi Yuxing asked Si Jiamu to go to the study, the two stayed there for a while, and finally came out.

Ke Haoyan locked onto Si Jiamu immediately, and dragged him into the room.

The moment the tape was removed, Ke Haoyan was nervous, but when he saw the wound on Si Jiamu's face, he breathed a sigh of relief and was a little surprised, "Jiamu, your injury seems to be healed soon."

"Well, Zibo said it might be because I differentiated into an Omega, so my body pays more attention to appearance and will repair itself."

Ke Haoyan felt a little outrageous, and both eyebrows were tangled together, "Is there such a thing?"

"He said there are, but very few. One of his recent research topics is this, so he will know more about it."

Ke Haoyan pursed his mouth into a straight line, and shook his head again, "The world is really big, full of wonders."

He sighed with emotion, and did not forget the business. He unscrewed a bottle of ointment, dug out a little bit with his fingertips, and pinched Si Jiamu's chin. It seemed a domineering movement, but the force under his hand was very gentle, "If it hurts, Just tell me, don't hold back."

After speaking, he carefully rubbed the bright green ointment in his hand on the scar, and gently spread it evenly.

"I forgot to ask you, Yu Xing called you just now, what's the matter?"

Hearing this, Si Jiamu couldn't hold back, and laughed softly, the wound was involved, and it hurt a little, but it was very slight, "Why do you want to know everything?"

"Isn't that related to you? What secret do you two have, the kind that you can't let me know?"

Seeing that Ke Haoyan didn't intend to give up, Si Jiamu looked as if he wanted to break the casserole and ask the end, so he simply stopped talking and came out peacefully, "Zibo saw that I was temporarily marked, and presumably told Yu Xing that he was looking for me. It's for this."

Ke Haoyan guessed and guessed a lot, but he didn't guess that the development of the matter would be in this direction, and he was stunned at the moment, losing the weight of his hands, and Si Jiamu was in pain, so he slapped his hands away angrily, "What are you doing? Regret it? Looking for revenge?"

Ke Haoyan quickly waved his hands, expressing that he absolutely did not mean that.

I just mentioned it suddenly, and the scene of that night subconsciously appeared in my mind, and I just lost my mind for a while.

"Jiamu," Ke Haoyan hesitated for two seconds, he couldn't hide the matter from the bottom of his heart, and couldn't help asking: "Did Yuxing ask more detailed things, such as who marked it?"

Hearing this, Si Jiamu gave him a pair of supercilious eyes, "Do you think Yu Xing is such a disrespectful person?"

Ke Haoyan shook his head.

"Then you still ask?"

After Si Jiamu finished speaking, he took the ointment from Ke Haoyan, covered it, and followed Lu Zibo's instructions, changed the gauze again, changed his pajamas and lay on the bed.

I wanted to take a bath, but my face was hurt.

He also asked Lu Zibo about taking a bath, and the other party said that although his physique is relatively special, he should respect the wound.

Ke Haoyan pestered him for a long time, and finally he was really impatient, Ke Haoyan rarely winked, ran to take a bath, changed into pajamas, came out, got under Si Jiamu's bed, and hugged him in his arms.

"I didn't take a shower." Si Jiamu was not happy, and twisted his body, "It's sticky and smelly, let go!"

"I don't dislike it." Hearing what he said, Ke Haoyan hugged him even tighter. Si Jiamu struggled for a long time, but to no avail.

Ever since he split into an Omega, his physical fitness has gotten worse and worse, and now he can't even beat Ke Haoyan.

Since he tried, but there was no result, Si Jiamu simply gave up and let him hug him, but he never fell asleep.

Ke Haoyan closed his eyes for a while, feeling that the person in his arms was breathing irregularly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his eyes wide open, silently in a daze.

"Jiamu, why aren't you asleep?"

Ke Haoyan's voice sounded a little hoarse and sleepy.

Si Jiamu closed his eyes, and replied very perfunctorily, "Now I'm sleeping, you should go to bed too, good night."

"You..." Ke Haoyan, the card master, sighed silently, but he couldn't fall back asleep just because of his words.

According to Si Jiamu's little habit after falling asleep, Ke Haoyan reckoned that he didn't fall asleep completely until the middle of the night.

For a while after closing his eyes, Si Jiamu slept extremely unsteadily, murmured a few words, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and curled up involuntarily, like a helpless child.

Ke Haoyan felt distressed when he saw it. He circled Si Jiamu, patted Si Jiamu's back gently and regularly, and slowly released his pheromone to comfort him.

Ke Haoyan would occasionally hear words like "cousin" and "mad dog" from Si Jiamu's vague dreams.

It's not the first time, Ke Haoyan frowned, hearing the word "cousin" from Si Jiamu's mouth, every time it was accompanied by pain.

He longed to walk into Si Jiamu's heart, but when he thought of his indifferent rejection last time, he lost his mind again.

Ke Haoyan waited for Si Jiamu to fall asleep, and then fell asleep with his mind full of things.

The next day.

Yang Yu came to pick up HIT. Today there is a magazine shoot, which has already been agreed and signed a contract. I originally told the other party about Si Jiamu's situation, but I planned to postpone it. Who knew that the photographer they hired had a very busy schedule at other times? Tight, no way to change.

Helpless, Si Jiamu had to be injured and went to the battlefield.

Several people were still in a daze, so they were rushed into the car by Yang Yu, and when they all sat in the car, each of them hugged a U-shaped pillow and began to catch up on sleep.

Yang Yu glanced at them and sighed helplessly.

With such a tight sleep time, it's hard for a few of them to grow so tall.

"Brother Yu."

Is anyone still up?

Yang Yu turned around, saw Ke Haoyan with a pair of panda eyes, and frowned, "Didn't you have a good rest last night? Why do you have dark circles again?"

"Didn't sleep well." Ke Haoyan casually said something perfunctory, and immediately got to the point, "How did you deal with that bastard yesterday?"

"I found out all her account IDs, and terminated all channels for her to participate in the event." Before Yang Yu could finish speaking, Ke Haoyan frowned, and said lightly, "That's it? It's too light."

"Little ancestor, you beat him very hard yesterday." Yang Yu complained, his eyes flickered slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an imperceptible smile, "Give the driving recorder to the police station, and the lawyer hired to compare it Well, that one got a not too long and not too short sentence."

As he spoke, Yang Yu's smile gradually widened, and he added the last sentence, "Five years, exactly the same number of bloodstains she left on Jiamu's face."

Hearing this, Ke Haoyan raised his eyebrows, leaned back, and closed his eyes, "Thank you Brother Yu."

Yang Yu didn't respond, and gave them a quiet sleeping environment.

After arriving at the place, several people began to try on makeup and make makeup, and the small studio was busy.

HIT was invited by their editor-in-chief, who spent a lot of money. For this shoot, the editor-in-chief even took advantage of his popularity in the industry to invite Cheng Xi, an internationally renowned character photographer, to come over, just to start this shot, so the whole team They all attach great importance to it.

Cheng Xi watched them busy and fiddling with their equipment in a bored manner, occasionally raising his eyes, he immediately noticed Si Jiamu.

Not because of his good looks, but purely because of the gauze on his face.

"Who is that?" Cheng Xi asked the assistant beside him.

The assistant looked over at his fingertips, and replied, "Si Jiamu, he's HIT's dancer."

"Is the makeup on his face also the subject of today's shooting? Who came up with it?"

Hearing this, the assistant glanced at his photographer and suddenly felt that he was so careless.

"Si Jiamu was injured yesterday, it's real gauze."

"Oh." Cheng Xi responded, feeling bored, "Tch, I thought it was some genius who had such a brilliant idea, and I was just being sentimental for a long time!"

The assistant had been by Cheng Xi's side for a long time, and immediately understood the meaning of his words, and called the stylist over, "Can you keep Si Jiamu's current look? Or use his current look as the core and cooperate with him to create a HIT whole group shape."

"Ah?" The stylist obviously didn't react, his eyes were all ignorant, the assistant explained again, and the stylist finally realized, "I know! Battle-damaged makeup, it's simple!"

The assistant didn't understand the professional terms in the stylist's mouth, so he just nodded.