Supporting Actor Amnesia Guide

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How could there be such a sensible person as Wen Yuan?

Every time when He Jiuni was free, he couldn't help but think of the person who kept smiling, Wen Yuan cried very few times.

He drowsily hugged a doll and turned around to continue sleeping. He didn't pay much attention when Wen Yuan's glands were still in good condition, but Wen Yuan who had lost his glands began to appear in his mind once, twice, and countless times.

What does Wen Yuan's pheromone smell like?

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Unlike He Jiuni who was extremely exhausted and fell asleep all night, Wen Yuan tossed and turned until midnight before slowly falling asleep. When he woke up in the morning, there was a dark bag under his eyes.

As soon as he slipped out of the room, he tiptoed through the living room and wanted to go out quickly. Wen Yuan passed the sofa and heard the sound of objects turning and rubbing against the sofa, and the sound of breathing was rough.

It was He Jiuni, who was still wearing yesterday's clothes, sleeping on the sofa with long arms and legs, and buried himself in a pile of dolls, which Wen Yuan had placed in the glass table and cabinet beforehand, Wen Yuan slowly Slowly stopped, thought for a long time and took out the light screen to take a photo.

I just don't know when He Jiuni started to like dolls, it's kind of funny.

Wen Yuan looked at Chiu Chiu, who was quietly poking his head in the corner, and stretched out his right index finger to softly "shh" near his mouth.

Today's class was very easy, but the strange thing is that Xu Jianghai hesitated to speak several times throughout the day, but in the end he didn't say anything, and only told Wen Yuan to remember to ask himself for help if necessary.

Wen Yuan finished class in the dim sunset, and on the way home, he visited a part-time job shop. Whether it was an ancient earth or a movie star, it was very difficult for a person like him to find a job, even for a student of Changteng College. , he doesn't seem to be able to change anything, not to mention, age is a pain point he can't explain.

Of course, he couldn't say why he was already 24 years old when he was in the first grade of Changteng College. He was in a state of "amnesia".

If you can't find a suitable one, you can only settle for the next best thing. Wen Yuan strolled to the side of the small lake. At this time, the green water of the small lake was rippling, shimmering with golden light. It would be great if it could be converted into money.

Wen Yuan sipped the cake and ate it bit by bit. Over the years, the boss has changed a house by selling cakes, but this cake has been cutting corners more and more, making it frighteningly sweet. No wonder there are fewer and fewer customers in the past.

He was called back by He Jiuni. At that time, Wen Yuan was still sitting on a chair watching the family in front of him throwing a ball on the lawn. Of course, his parents threw it back and forth, and the little boy in overalls laughed loudly. Picking up balls for parents over and over again, squatting down with pouted buttocks, and then running back like a puppy, with sweat all over his face and shiny black eyes looking at his parents for praise.

He Jiuni's voice was unexpectedly hoarse, and there was a friction sound of chirping and sliding next to him. The first sentence he came up was to pray for Wen Yuan to come back, and bring some cold medicine along the way. Before Wen Yuan could think of an excuse to refuse, he just listened to the other side. A low voice recalled, "I could have picked you up from class today, Xiao Wen, I'm sorry."

Wen Yuan walked home in a very strange mood, bought cold medicine for no reason on the way, and then bought some refreshing food when he passed the vegetable market by accident.

No matter how many times he hears He Jiuni's apology, Wen Yuan always finds it very fresh. He is rarely said "I'm sorry" by others, and He Jiuni himself is not a bad person. have to eat.

It was also during the days when Wen Yuan was wandering that he knew that many people from the ancient earth who were chosen by fate had been humiliated all their lives. If that alpha was not a good person, he would be abandoned soon, or even sold. Treat these omega like objects, play with them for a while if you like them, and dispose of them if you don't like them.

Among these people, He Jiuni is considered the best.

When Wen Yuan returned to Tengju, the door was open, and he thought it was a bad thief - of course, this idea was quickly rejected by himself, no one would risk their lives to steal the residents of Tengju, let alone a top The alpha is here.

But when Wen Yuan entered the door, he was still taken aback. He Jiuni, who had already changed into home clothes, sat upright on the sofa with a doll in his arms, staring straight at the door with bloodshot eyes, or more precisely, looking at He appeared at the door.

Jiujiu was still as enthusiastic as ever, and when he came up, he happily took the things from Wen Yuan's hands, and looked inside to see if he had brought anything for himself. Sometimes Wen Yuan would also bring a hat or special clothes for Jiujiu. What, on its cold iron skin, it likes these colorful clothes very much.

Well, no.

Even though the client Jiujiu was serving was still running a fever, it was still unhappy, ignored Wen Yuan, and went to the kitchen with its stout body twisted.

"Why did you come back?"

Wen Yuan changed his shoes at the entrance, unbuttoned his clothes on his wrists, "What?"

"Why did you just come back!"

It was a little past six o'clock, and the extended golden light even touched the sofa, He Jiuni remained motionless, his face flushed abnormally.

"Uh, I'm going to buy cold medicine, and some fruits and vegetables, which are lighter." It's good for your health.

"I have a fever."

Wen Yuan poured a glass of water and put it on the table in front of He Jiuni. He always felt that it was more difficult to answer the conversation at this moment than yesterday. He blinked, "I know."

"I was woken up by Jiujiu on the sofa today."

"Ah, um."

Jiujiu heard a loud rebuttal in the kitchen: "I didn't push him on purpose, it's because his body temperature has exceeded the normal threshold, Jiujiu detected that he has caught a cold."

"Shut up." He Jiuni turned around and yelled at Jiujiu, and folded his arms around his chest when he came back, "Little Wen, you didn't call me."

"??? I, this, it's not very good... I'm sorry."

He Jiuni didn't say anything else when he heard him talking, and lay down on the sofa again to keep still for a long time.

Wen Yuan was full of question marks.

He has never seen this side of He Jiuni, let alone deal with it, Wen Yuan saw that he seemed to be asleep again, walked gently to the kitchen, and pushed Jiujiu out to talk to this feverish man who had become so abnormal He Jiuni gets along with each other.

But even if his hands are good, he can't cook anymore.Wen Yuan looked at the melons and fruits scattered on the table with a headache, picked them up one by one with his right hand and put them down.

Before he could turn around, he was firmly surrounded by the table, and Wen Yuan could feel He Jiuni's hot breath sweeping over his neck, he shrank his neck, and held an onion in his hand.

"The arm isn't healed yet."

He Jiuni leaned his head slowly on Wen Yuan's shoulder, took something in his hand and crossed his fingers in to hold it, "Don't do it here, Jiujiu."

"Hey..."

Jiujiu looked at Jiujiu's electronic eyes protruding from the kitchen door from the corner of his eye, and opened his mouth to silently ask for help, "Help me."

He Jiuni is really sick, Wen Yuan is very sure this time.

But God's will is not ready to let him go.

"According to the monitoring, Mr. He's susceptibility period is coming, not just a simple fever."

Wen Yuan looked at Jiujiu, his usual silent face rarely showed cracks, it had already closed the window graciously.

"Mr. He's pheromone concentration is increasing."

Wen Yuan's movement of shaking his hands to leave suddenly angered He Jiuni, who pinched his waist and placed it on the table, and the melons and fruits rolled down.

Wen Yuan couldn't smell He Jiuni's pheromone at all, broke out in a thin layer of sweat, and yelled "Jiujiu" regardless, asking him to call him a doctor or He's mother, or Xi Jinyuan——Wen Yuan pressed against He Jiuni who came up to him, Order one by one.