Dream Love O is Cherry Alpha

The light in the room was not turned on, the door was not closed tightly, and a light from the outside leaked through the gap.

Fu Xing sat idle on the sofa, listening to the indistinct voices outside.

They seemed to have shifted their positions, instead of staying in the living room, their voices became quieter, and they couldn't hear what they were saying.

Fu Xingxian rubbed his face.

When Song Huiran talked about getting up, he did dig out some of his black history, and he always let her go.

After all, she is happy, and his father is usually in a good mood, so the atmosphere at home is very good.

If she was stopped from telling her that his father came back to coax his daughter-in-law at night, part of the work would be left to him, and he would be the one who was troubled in the end.

……

But this time the target is Wen Jing.

Fu Xing stood up and pressed his tongue against his jaw, feeling that it was still not good.

His leaving means that Song Huiran has given all the initiative to Song Huiran, and she will do whatever she says.

He pushed open the door and went downstairs, and walked into the study on the first floor under the guidance of the chatting voice.

This is not so much a study as it is a small activity room. Many of Fu Lezhi’s picture books and toys are placed on the bookcases on one wall. A large round carpet is laid in the middle. The little one is sitting Play his toy abacus on it.

Wen Jing and Song Huiran sat side by side on the soft futon, with a large open photo album in front of them.

Fu Xingxian's complexion changed, and he went to grab Wen Jing's arm: "Don't look!"

Wen Jing sat lazily, with a smile on his face: "Brother, you looked so good when you were young! Super cute hahahaha!"

Fu Xingxian hooked Wen Jing's armpit with both hands, and dragged him out: "Go, don't look, follow me upstairs."

Wen Jing waved to Song Huiran: "Auntie, then I'll go up with him, this photo album..."

Song Huiran closed the album and stuffed it into his hand: "You two go up and read it together. Does he stop reading your black history today? You also read his, even if it's even!"

"Oh, that's a good idea!" Wen Jing showed Song Huiran a little more caution, and went upstairs with Fu Xingxian while holding the photo album.

When the two entered the room, Fu Xingxian looked at him with pursed lips: "Are you sure you want to watch?"

Wen Jing turned around and sat on the sofa: "Of course! I want to see you when you were a child. Auntie said that you have changed from male to eighteen, it seems to be really..."

His eyes were curved, and there was an unstoppable smile on his face.

Fu Xingxian struggled for a while, then sighed: "Forget it, just watch."

He sat on the sofa next to Wen Jing, propped his forehead with one hand, and looked down at him.

Wen Jing turned to the first page again - he had only seen the first page just now.

In one photo, a ball of ice cream fell on the ground, and the round-faced cutie was holding an ice cream cone in his hand, looking at the camera with teary eyes.

Aunt Song said just now that Fu Xingxian threw away the cone that Fu Xingxian had just bought before he could eat it, and cried endlessly.They thought it was so cute, so they took a picture of it.

There is also a photo of Fu Xingxian holding a badminton racket in his hand, with a badge hanging around his neck, pretending to be an Olympic champion, with a very sweet smile on his face.

There is a photo that Aunt Song hasn't had time to tell him.

The little one in the photo seemed to have been born not long ago, and was held down by a super big hand, looking at the camera in a daze.

Wen Jing spread out his palm and looked at his hand, then turned to ask Fu Xingxian, "Whose hand is it, why is it so big?"

Fu Xingxian: "At that time, I was just full moon, and it was my dad who held me down,"

Wen Jing: "Damn it, I didn't see it, the hands are really big!"

Fu Xingxian stretched out his hand: "My hands are bigger than his now."

Wen Jing pulled him: "Let me see."

The distance between the two sofas was a bit far, Wen Jing simply sat over with the photo album in his arms.

It's just a single sofa, not too wide, and it can't be squeezed at all.Wen Jing was sitting on the armrest of the sofa, crookedly leaning against Fu Xingxian, playing with his right hand.

They had held hands countless times before, but this was the first time Wen Jing observed Fu Xingxian's hand carefully and openly.

It was really big, 2 or 3 centimeters longer than his own hand, with very long fingers and slightly thick joints.

There is a hard callus on the side of the first joint of the middle finger, which is no different from most other students.

Wen Jing inexplicably likes it.

He rubbed the callus lightly and grabbed his thumb.Then he changed direction and grabbed three of his fingers.

"Wen Jing." Fu Xingxian's voice sounded heavily beside him, "What are you thinking?"

Wen Jing lowered his head: "I'm thinking about what posture a child should use if he wants to hold hands with an adult with such big hands."

Fu Xingxian: "When I was a child, I should only be able to hold my dad's index finger."

Wen Jing grabbed his index finger, felt it for a while, then put five fingers into the gap between his fingers, and clasped his ten fingers.

He thought that Fu Xingxian would withdraw his hand and refuse his behavior of holding hands all the time, but he didn't.

Wen Jing lowered his eyes and looked at the hands they shook: "How many kilometers do you have to run?"

Fu Xingxian looked at his face: "More than 400."

Wen Jing: "Aren't you afraid of deducting points today?"

Fu Xingxian: "It depends on you, do you want to deduct points from me?"

Wen Jing was a little happy, he smiled, and just held hands like this and continued to flip through the photo album.

Every bit of Fu Xingxian's growth was recorded and carefully preserved.Wen Jing looked at a cute little dumpling, growing up slowly in the full barrier.

He sighed faintly, let go of Fu Xingxian's hand, and slid down the armrest of the sofa with the album in his arms, into the sofa.

Fu Xing paused for a moment: "You..."

"I want you to hug me." Wen Jing sat on his lap and leaned into his arms, "I miss my mother, so just think I'm acting like a baby, I just want to find someone to hug."

"My mother used to organize photo albums for me, but I forgot to take them with me when I ran out. The only thing left is the black history of killing Matt in junior high school, which is so ugly."

Wen Jing pursed his lips and continued to look at the photo album.

"It seems that you are determined to add 40 kilometers to me." Fu Xingxian circled him, "How did you pass junior high school, can you tell me?"

"It's nothing. The environment over there is not good. Many people don't study and go to the society. I don't know how to fight, so I can only pretend. Look at how well I pretend. Back then, no one would call me a school bully."

"What if someone stops you?"

"I made some preparations to protect myself. Just like Wang Wu said, threaten them."

"How threatened?"

"Of course I use big data. Analyze the weaknesses of those people, such as illegitimate children, or fathers gambling, or other... Everyone has secrets that they don't want others to know. As long as I can find evidence, they will not Dare to move me."

Fu Xingxian's breath stagnates.

If Wen Jing wants to know his secret...

Wen Jing didn't feel his nervousness at all: "Of course there are exceptions, but I already knew Zhang Shan at that time. His big man is still very scary, so I still don't have to do it haha."

Fu Xingxian: "What about later?"

"I'm impatient and always perm my hair. Later, when I became famous, I won't pretend to be Shamat anymore. That's how it is now. Of course, the environment in Dexin is good, and I haven't encountered anything that requires me to have evidence to get it done. .”

Fu Xingxian: "What about the photos you posted?"

"Whatever, I can't control it." Wen Jing sighed, "Anyway, even if I kill Matt, I'm still the best looking Kill Matt. Right?"

He looked back at Fu Xingxian, waiting for his rebuttal.

Who knew that Fu Xingxian nodded: "You are right."

Wen Jing bared out a mouthful of small white teeth.

He continued to flip through the photo album, and saw a small courtyard shaded by trees. Fu Xing, who was a child, sat on a thick branch and looked down, with a very smug expression.

"How old are you at this time?"

"Ten years old, the yard hadn't been demolished at that time, and it was gone after that."

"A little disappointed?"

"Unfortunately, at that time, many people received a large amount of demolition funds, and then the place where the village was, later there were more Fuxing Groups that you have been to."

"Wow formidable!"

Wen Jing pinched the footer of the photo album with his fingers, but he didn't turn the page for a long time.

He stared at the yard again and again, always feeling a little familiar, but didn't notice that Fu Xingxian's body moved, his muscles tensed.

If I remember correctly, it's the next page.

Fu Xingxian suddenly reached out and touched Wen Jing's ear: "You look good with ear studs."

Wen Jing pushed his hand: "You know again? How good is that skull?"

It is indeed very good-looking, although the photo is not very clear, but the rough texture of the earrings makes his complexion whiter and more tender.

Fu Xingxian: "I want to see you wearing earrings."

Wen Jing: "What's so interesting."

Fu Xingxian: "I want to see it."

……

Wen Jing turned to look at him: "I don't have that thing for a long time, I threw it away."

"I'll buy it for you another day."

Fu Xingxian hugged him and rubbed against his hair, "You worked hard before, living alone, working to make money, and protecting yourself, it's amazing."

"Not that great." Wen Jing touched his nose, "Brother, do you think I'm likable?"

"of course."

Wen Jing put the photo album on the coffee table next to him, grabbed Fu Xingxian's hand and pulled it away, and stood up.

Fu Xingxian looked away from the photo album.

He should have felt relieved, but his arms were empty, lost his warmth, and felt a little sad.

Wen Jing turned around, sat astride him face to face, leaned over to wrap his arms around his neck, and leaned on his shoulder.

"Let me tell you a little secret."

Warm breaths and whispered words sounded in my ears.

"In order for the children in the orphanage to compete for favor, many people are very good at pleasing others and using others' favor to obtain more benefits. I learned a little bit. So it is not particularly hard."

"You see, the security guards downstairs are very kind to me, and the neighbors will take care of me. And my aunt, look how kind she is to me. She said today that she has prepared a new school uniform for me. , saying that the old set was too old to wash.”

Fu Xingxian looked at him sideways, their noses facing each other.

"Is it the same for me?"

Wen Jing tilted his head back a little, and was stunned: "For you?"

"Please me, use me..." Fu Xingxian reached out and pressed the back of his head, looking into his eyes.

Wen Jing moved his head, but he couldn't break free, even his body was firmly fixed.

Fu Xingxian's arm has always been very strong, he knows it.

He suddenly found that this posture was not right, the two of them were stuck together almost without gap.

"To please you...should have?" Wen Jing racked his brains to explain what he said, "The use I said... how should I put it, it's not a real use, it's just some tricks?"

"I don't use you. I just want to be close to you and make you happy. I'm also very happy to be close to you."

"I know."

The strength in Fu Xingxian's hands relaxed a bit, Wen Jing took the opportunity to miss his head and leaned on his shoulder.

"Brother, what are you thinking?"

"I want to ask Dr. Sun when the instrument will be repaired." Fu Xingxian's voice was a little hoarse, "He said that the manufacturer will upgrade the instrument, and then it will be able to measure a higher degree of fit."

"and then?"

"Take you for a blood test."

"Brother, do you have someone you like?"

"..."

"Yes? Should I keep a distance from you?"

Fu Xingxian pressed his back, moved his hands up slowly, and held him tightly in his arms.

"I thought we were keeping our distance."

Wen Jing fluttered: "Keep zero distance?"

Fu Xingxian said in a calm voice, "You should be lucky that you don't have a negative distance."

The shadow of the hair fell on the eyes, and the dark black pupils did not reflect any light, like a black hole that could suck people in.

This topic seems to be a bit over the top.

Wen Jing opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

In fact, he didn't care much about this kind of thing before, and he didn't like to discuss it with other people - he always felt that this kind of intimate matter should be studied with the person he likes, and it would be strange to talk about it with other people.

It's not that Zhang Shan didn't share resources with him before, but Wen Jing didn't have much interest.For him, watching those weird movies is better than reading more books on network security, so that he can find his Omega as soon as possible, and maybe he can directly fight it.

What he never imagined was that the first time he talked with someone on such a sordid topic was with Fu Xingxian.

"You were not like this in school." Wen Jing buried his head on his shoulder, "Did you fail in your studies?"

Fu Xingxian also put his head on Wen Jing's shoulder, and the two people's necks intersected, sticking closer: "Maybe. You know I've failed at school, but you still sit on me?"

Wen Jing gave him a hammer: "Are you very experienced?"

Fu Xingxian: "...No, no experience. Do you know why my parents like you so much?"

Wen Jing: "Isn't it because I'm likable?"

Fu Xingxian: "..."

"Partly. Mostly, I guess they're testing me."

"Huh? What are you trying to test?"

Fu Xingxian took a deep breath and remained silent for a while.

"I told them a long time ago that I don't know how to fall in love, and I don't want to get married in my life. So they see that you are very close to me, and you are still an Omega, so they want to see if you can change me."

Wen Jing took a breath; "Why?"

No matter what, he never imagined that the president, student god, and school grass that so many people like in the school have never thought about this matter at all, and even plan to be single for the rest of their lives.

Fu Xingxian: "Because I also have a secret."

The faces of the two were very close again.

Wen Jing looked at him, waiting for the next sentence.

There is no text.

The two looked at each other quietly for a minute, Wen Jing couldn't help it: "What's the secret?"

Fu Xingxian: "I won't tell you."

Wen Jing: "Fuck! You're kidding me!"

Fu Xingxian: "I didn't tease you. Unless one day I think it through and really fall in love, I will tell my Omega this secret. If it is not necessary, no one else will tell it."

Wen Jing pinched his cheeks with both hands, and pulled him left and right: "This is too much, it's tempting!"

"Do you think I will let them succeed in their test?" Fu Xingxian asked.

Wen Jing gasped: "How would I know!"

After a while, he belatedly figured out several other ways to ask this question——

do you think i will like you

Do you think I'll fall in love with you?

Wen Jing distanced himself from him in panic.

Fu Xingxian tilted his head: "What do you want to understand?"

Wen Jing: "Aren't you my brother?"

Fu Xingxian's voice was deep and hoarse: "I'm still an Alpha, an Alpha who is very compatible with you."

"Although I keep a distance from you every day, but will be sat on your lap by you, the Alpha who has given up all his previous efforts."

Wen Jing's legs moved back a little with his body, his face turned red.

Fu Xingxian pinched the back of his neck: "Did you feel it?"

Wen Jing nodded nervously and flusteredly.

"Go back to your room, go to bed early today, and start school tomorrow." Fu Xingxian rubbed his head and pushed him down.

Wen Jing jumped to the ground, opened the door and ran out.

This scene seems familiar.

How many times has he used this trick?twice?This is the third time?

Fu Xingxian sat quietly on the sofa for a while, reached out to touch the photo album on the coffee table, turned to the next page, and took out a few photos of cute little girls.

He got up and looked through his bookshelf, found a book he didn't read often, and hid the photo in it.

It's so despicable... Every time I want to hide my secret, I scare him like this.

But he also faintly felt that even he himself could not distinguish the truth of those words.

……

Wen Jing ran back to his room in a panic, threw himself on the bed, and covered his head with the air conditioner.

He felt that his face was extremely hot, and his whole body seemed to have a fever.So I got up again and stood at the air conditioner to blow the air to cool down.

Why does he always let his guard down in front of Fu Xingxian?

Now it seemed that the act of sitting on his lap was too frivolous.He had never seen anyone else sit on top of their peers like this, except couples.

So is the relationship between the two of them really the brothers I always thought they were?

He searched the Internet to find out how brothers get along with each other.However, there is no standard answer to the handling of this kind of interpersonal relationship, and different people naturally get along in different ways.

I can only be sure, maybe it really won't be like them, hugging and holding hands.

When he won the championship last time, Fu Xingxian kissed him even though it was only on the forehead.

Wen Jing has always talked about his own Omega, but now it is Fu Xingxian who mentions that Omega.

He even had less of that dream now.

Is Fu Xingxian reminding himself to keep a good sense of proportion and not get any closer?

Wen Jing originally had things to do at night, but he was so confused that he couldn't see anything when he turned on the computer.

I had no choice but to roll to bed early and go to sleep.

This night he finally dreamed again, dreaming of the small courtyard with camphor trees.

The person under the tree pressed him on the trunk, kissed him fiercely, and reached into his shirt with one hand, groping upwards along the spine.

Wen Jing was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, his whole body went limp, he opened his eyes to beg for mercy, only to find that the man's face looked exactly like Fu Xingxian's.

He woke up with a fright.

early morning.

The gray sheets and quilts were messy again.

Wen Jing got up dumbly, went to the bathroom to wash up, and changed into the new school uniform Song Huiran had prepared for him.

It's beautiful, completely different from what he used to be.Wen Jing didn't like to wear a school uniform jacket before, because it was too loose, making him look very thin.This body should be custom-made, and it seems that his figure is much better, and it can outline the advantages of his long hands and feet.

Go downstairs for breakfast.

Fu Xingxian was already sitting there, wearing a custom-made school uniform of the same style as him, exuding a cold aura all over his body, it seemed that he was not in a very good mood.

Wen Jing muffledly said good morning to him, and started to have breakfast.

During the breakfast break, the housekeeper went upstairs and downstairs, holding a set of gray bedding and another set of dark blue bedding in her arms.

Wen Jing froze for a moment, then looked at Fu Xingxian.

If he remembers correctly, Fu Xingxian's sheets...

Wen Jing: "You also..."

"Didn't sleep well?" Fu Xingxian pointed under the two eyes, "Panda eyes."

Wen Jing: "...Yes, I didn't sleep well."

Don't talk too deeply.

The first thing to do on the first day of school is the flag raising ceremony, followed by the opening speeches by the principal and other school leaders.

They are all the words that have been said over and over again, Wen Jing has heard it countless times.

He yawned and stood in the last row, waiting for this wave to pass quickly.

He suspected that he would fall asleep again in class today.

After the principal finally finished speaking, the director of the teaching office took the microphone and announced that someone was going to read a self-criticism on stage, and he was still a freshman in high school.

The students who lined up in the courtyard were all fried.

"Who?"

"A freshman in high school... how did you do it?"

"It's so brave, you start something before the formal class."

Wang Wuxiong stepped up to the stage with arrogance.

Although he was wearing a school uniform today instead of the ostentatious black lion T-shirt, his hair style and gangster expression on his face still made people feel very ostentatious, and it didn't look like he was going to go up for a review.

"Good morning, teachers and students! I am Wang Wu from Class [-], Senior High..."

The mistake he made was a bit high-tech—hacking the school’s website, and a little weird—posting Wenjing’s black history on the Internet.

After listening to the first half of the review, the students had mixed impressions of him.

"Hacker, awesome!"

"Brother Jing is the one who blacked out history hahahaha..."

"This kid's brain circuit is very strange, but it's interesting."

"Brother Jing is really miserable."

"Is there any hatred between the two of them?"

Wen Ding nodded, he also felt that Wang Wu had a grudge against him, and he didn't like him at all as he said.

This is called a hammer like.

However, Wang Wu took the self-criticism and read it, and his words changed.

"I have to say sorry to Wen Jing. As a hacker, I shouldn't attack the school's website casually. I should maintain justice and look for evidence of those bad guys doing evil..."

Wen Jing's jaw dropped.Who the hell said that?Why do you apologize to me for hacking the school website?

"...I shouldn't disregard his mood and spread photos of him indiscriminately just because I like Brother Jing, in order to monopolize him."

Wen Jing:! ! !

Blood pressure rises linearly.

"Brother Jing, please forgive me! I came to this school for you. Although the way I express my love may be wrong, my heart is true! Although I have not differentiated yet, I am just a Beta, but I I did a blood test, and I will definitely differentiate into an A in the future. Brother Jing, can you be my Omega?"

……

All eyes of the whole school were on his face.

Wen Jing: Is it too late for my mother to pass out now?

No matter, just pretend to be dizzy, anyway, I'm already an Omega, isn't it normal to be weak?

Wen Jing closed his eyes and fell straight down.

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Just... just finished writing.Still writing tomorrow morning.