Professor, you got it wrong

Deceit is a word that can easily sway people's hearts.

But the one who made the reminder is not necessarily kind.

Shang Luyan's eyes paused for a moment on the seven characters, then crumpled the note and threw it into the trash can in the corridor.

At 05:30 in the afternoon, Jian Mingzhi came to deliver dinner.

Shang Luyan was playing games with his mobile phone. When he first saw Dean Jian coming in with a food box, he was startled, and then he straightened his back somewhat restrainedly.

"...Dean Jane."

He let out a low cry, his slender eyelashes drooping, looking very nervous.

Jian Mingzhi frowned slightly, and glanced at the screen where he hadn't had time to exit the game.

"If you are sick, you will stay in bed more. Playing games is an unhealthy way to recuperate."

Shang Luyan did not refute, and silently turned off the screen and put the phone next to the pillow behind him.

Jian Mingzhi put the food box on the table next to the hospital bed, two vegetarian and one meat, and a large pot of medicinal soup.

It smells pretty good.

Shang Luyan stretched his neck, and sat down when Jian Mingzhi scooped up the soup for him. He looked like he didn't intend to leave, and held the bowl hesitantly to talk, "Dean Jian...why didn't the Professor come?" ?”

Jian Mingzhi straightened the hem of his jacket which was wrinkled from sitting down, and replied casually, "He's busy, so he'll come over later."

Shang Luyan snorted, and reached for the phone while drinking the soup.

Just as he was about to unlock and send Jian Bailian a WeChat message, he heard Jian Mingzhi ask him, "Are you and Cheng Yu very familiar?"

Shang Luyan's thoughts turned twice before he equated Cheng Yu and Jian Bailian's mother.

"It's not bad," Shang Luyan replied politely: "My grandfather's house is in Huaicheng, and he lives opposite to Aunt Cheng. I spent several months at her place during the summer vacation of my second year of high school."

Jian Mingzhi twisted the cuffs of his shirt thoughtfully, and asked again: "Then... has she mentioned me to you?"

This question is really weird.

It's normal to ask this question if it's on a friend you haven't seen for a long time, or an old lover who has had emotional entanglements.

But Jian Mingzhi and Cheng Yu are husband and wife, so many years after her death, Shang Luyan thought it was weird to ask a junior if the other party had mentioned him.

Seeing that Shang Luyan was silent, Jian Mingzhi raised his eyes slightly, and asked again, "Did she... mention me to you?"

There are deep wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. Even if he doesn't look old, it can make people feel that he is getting old.

Shang Luyan vaguely remembered that when Cheng Yu said that she and her lover were nearly ten years apart, in other words, Jian Mingzhi should be 63 years old this year.

His gaze glided over Jian Mingzhi's face engraved with traces of time, and Shang Luyan responded truthfully: "Yes, she often tells me...you love your work very much."

Saying love is a good thing to say.

Cheng Yu's original words were that he felt that Jian Mingzhi regarded her as a lover, and that work was his wife.

I am busy every day, and I am not afraid that my real wife will run away with someone.

But Shang Luyan never dared to say these words to Jian Mingzhi, firstly, he found it difficult to say, and secondly, he was not sure how Jian Mingzhi would react.

But Jian Mingzhi was very interested in chatting today, leaned forward slightly and continued to ask: "What else? Did she not say anything else?"

what else...

Shang Luyan's mind was full of Cheng Yu's words from the bottom of his heart that if Jian Mingzhi was not good-looking, he would have divorced Balabala a long time ago. Praise you for being beautiful, and say that it was love at first sight for you."

These words did not mean any false flattery. Cheng Yu really liked Jian Mingzhi very much. In that era when women chasing men were not very popular, he chased Jian Mingzhi without hesitation and gave him roses and love letters for a month. .

As an omega who needs the company of an alpha, in order to support her husband's career, she considerately and tolerantly moved to Huaicheng alone.

Because Jian Mingzhi had just been promoted to be the dean at that time, he had to live in the laboratory for many things, but the institute did not allow outsiders to stay overnight.

Cheng Yu said that instead of staying in S City every day and not being able to see her, it's better to go to a small town and wait for Jian Mingzhi to retire and come to find her.

As a result, this wait wasted a lifetime.

Jian Mingzhi's eye sockets were suddenly moist, and his gray beard hid the corners of his lips that were tightly pressed because of sadness.

He lowered his head and exhaled lightly, his fingertips kept rubbing the cuff buttons of his shirt.

It was a pair of very old and very old cufflinks, the surface had worn away its original color, it was incomplete and outdated, and it didn't match his brand new white shirt cuffs.

Shang Luyan was drinking soup with a bowl in his hand, his eyes rolled slightly to observe Jian Mingzhi's expression.

He could see that Jian Mingzhi was sad now, but he wasn't sure if the other party needed his words of comfort.

With hesitation, Shang Luyan drank two large bowls of herbal soup.

Before he could figure out how to solve it, Jian Mingzhi calmed down and looked up at him, "Clumsy..."

As if he felt that it was too nasty to call the word "duplicate", Dean Jian only uttered the word "clumsy" and there was no further text.

Shang Luyan was deeply moved, and answered sensibly: "You can call me Ayan, even a small Shang."

Jian Mingzhi listened to the former, "A Yan, take good care of your illness, I will not let you and Bai Lian make the same mistakes, later... I will seriously consider Bai Lian's suggestion."

Shang Luyan always felt that the "wait for later" pause and omitted content was very important, but Dean Jian had lost interest in chatting, so he got up and said to him: "Eat slowly, I'm going back to the research institute. "

Shang Luyan opened his mouth, but finally he could only reply dryly: "Go slowly."

Jian Mingzhi left lonely and frustrated.

Shang Luyan's appetite was normal, and he was [-]% to [-]% full after eating, so he packed up the food box and put it aside.

After nightfall, Shen Yi came to give him medicine again, and asked the nurse to give him water for injection.

Shang Luyan was on a drip with one hand, and it was inconvenient to do so, so he swiped his cell phone with one hand and called Jian Bailian.

No one answered the first time, and the second time it rang for more than ten seconds before being picked up.

"Clumsy."

A deep and hoarse voice came out from the receiver, gradually ironing out Shang Luyan's bored and bored mood of waiting.

"When did you come to the hospital to see me?"

Shang Luyan propped up one long leg, looking at the vast night outside the window casually and uninterestedly, his voice was unconsciously tinged with a coquettish emotion, "It's almost eight o'clock."

"soon."

Jian Bailian's voice on the other end of the phone was soft and sometimes heavy, vaguely mixed with the voice of others, "Wait for me for another hour, um, 53 minutes, okay?"

Shang Luyan didn't know how the 53 minutes were calculated, and felt that Jian Bailian was really busy, so he said "um", and said softly: "You should be busy first, I won't run around. "

Jian Bailian was silent for a few seconds, as if talking to someone else, and said to him: "I'm going over now, do you want to show you a puzzle?"

Thinking of Jian Mingzhi telling him not to play too many games, Shang Luyan followed suit, "Bring it, 500 cards will do."

Jian Bailian said yes.

At seven minutes past eight, Jian Bailian came over with a puzzle.

Shang Luyan was sitting on the hospital bed, lowering his head and writing with a pen in his left hand.

He looked serious and focused, and didn't look up when he heard him coming.

Jian Bailian walked over, picked up Shang Luyan's side face, and happened to see the scribbled graffiti on the paper.

Words are not words, and pictures are not pictures.

"what are you doing?"

Jian Bailian rubbed the small mole on the mandible on his left cheek with her fingertips, and raised her chin slightly to indicate what he wrote.

"I'm writing your name," Shang Luyan held it up to show him, "Can you recognize it?"

Jian Bai narrowed his eyes and carefully identified it for a few seconds, and said, "You can just say it."

Shang Luyan frowned, and put the paper back on his knee, as if he couldn't understand something.

Jian Bailian didn't speak, but stood aside and waited for him to speak.

After a while, Shang Luyan raised his head and asked questions endlessly: "I can't write with my left hand, so my handwriting is very scribbled. If there is someone, his handwriting is also very scribbled, but it looks better than mine. Why do you think it is?"

Asking this way is to rule out the possibility that the other party is also left-handed.

Jian Bailian thought for a while, and said, "Maybe this person deliberately wrote scribbled handwriting so that others would not recognize him, or... he himself can only write very ugly words."

Intentionally scribbled...

I can only write ugly words...

Shang Luyan pondered for a while, but couldn't judge, so he simply told Jian Bailian about the note he found in the afternoon, and finally asked him: "Did you lie to me?"

Jian Bai lowered her eyes and looked into his eyes, with a frank and sincere attitude, "I have, because I don't want you to know too much to affect your mood."

This answer was also expected by Shang Luyan. He knelt up and hooked Jian Bailian's neck with one hand, poking his head to smell his body like a puppy.

In addition to the usual woody notes, there is also a very light smell of medical disinfectant.

Jian Bailian followed his movements and bent down, wrapping around Shang Luyan's waist with one hand and hugging him into her arms.

As soon as the distance got closer, the tip of Shang Luyan's nose naturally rubbed against Jian Bailian's glands.

Alpha glands are not as conspicuous and fragile as omega, but they are also very sensitive parts.

Shang Luyan couldn't smell the pheromone, and was momentarily lost, and couldn't help but stick it with his soft lips.

Jian Bailian's back trembled suddenly, and one hand avoided Shang Luyan's wound and clasped the back of his neck.

He wanted to push it away, but in the end he couldn't stand the temptation, pressed his head on his shoulder, restrained and hoarsely asked:

"Zhuzhuo, you can kiss my gland again, okay?"

The low voice brushed past Shang Luyan's ears, and at the same time, a hot kiss fell on the side of his face.

Alpha's susceptibility period characteristics are too obvious, Shang Luyan didn't think too much, opened his arms and hugged Jian Bailian, turned his head to kiss him, and asked him softly: "Would you... help me?"

He doesn't have glands and can't release pheromones to appease alphas in susceptible stages.

"No need," Jian Bailian lowered her head and rubbed against his neck, her throat was burning hot from the heat of desire, "it's not convenient here."

Shang Luyan turned his head and looked around. The single ward with perfect facilities is actually not bad.

But considering Jian Bailian's habit of cleanliness, he had no choice but to tighten his arms silently, sticking them tightly against his body, "Have you been injected with inhibitors?"

Thinking of the pinhole he saw on Jian Bailian's arm when he just woke up, Shang Luyan's heart twitched, "You have a fever...you look so tired, and you still don't come to the hospital to accompany me. Is it because of the susceptibility period? arrive?"

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