Pheromone excess

After Ji Zihe helped Fang Qianyu check, he went out and saw Jiang Yingchi following behind him. He tilted his head and said, "No need to send it off, Mr. Jiang, I know the way."

Jiang Yingchi glanced at him and didn't speak.

Ji Zihe put the medicine box on the seat, turned around and took a cigarette and asked, "Smoking?"

Jiang Yingchi took one and rubbed it lightly on his fingertips, but did not rush to ignite it: "How is Qianyu's gland recovering?"

"At present, there is no major problem." Ji Zihe said with a puff of smoke ring.

He turned his eyes to look at the tall Alpha next to him and said: "I told you before, Fang Qianyu is very dependent on your pheromones, but after his glands recover, with the amount of pheromones The reduction, this level will gradually weaken, but if you have completed the lifetime mark during this period, then he may not be able to undergo gland removal surgery like other Omegas."

Jiang Yingchi listened, the cigarette in his hand was crushed unconsciously by him.

"That is to say, if your relationship breaks down, the only way for him to get rid of your pheromone control is to remove the gland."

"Ah."

"Well, it was discovered by me as Qianyu's attending doctor for the past two years. I don't know if Mr. Fang knew about it at the time. If you want me to say..." Ji Zihe blinked at Jiang Yingchi, his eyes full of tears. It's cunning: "While Fang Qianyu's glands are growing well and he doesn't know it yet, you should quickly mark him for life, so that the young master of the Fang family will not be able to escape even if he gains wings in the future."

Hearing this, Jiang Yingchi looked at Ji Zihe, the emotions in his eyes were surging like waves, but soon calmed down:

"Doctor Ji, you are so calculating, why did you let other Alpha bite the gland?"

Hearing this, Ji Zihe hurriedly reached out to touch the side of his neck, a trace of irritability flashed across his face.

He simply waved his hand and said, "Jiang Yingchi, you big-tailed wolf, you and I don't understand yet, that little Qianyu is the piece of meat you fancy, and when his glands are not healed, you will think about it every day, and you have to think about it every day." Who can compare to you, dare you say that my proposal just now didn't move your heart, it's a waste of other children to treat you as an elder brother. "

Ji Zihe squinted at Jiang Yingchi, and if he opened the door to get in the car, he planned to roll away, but he only drove five meters away, then backed up again, lowered the window glass, stretched his head out and said to Jiang Yingchi, "Your new home is drawn by Qianyu. Well, it's pretty good, let him draw one for my apartment later, and I'll redecorate it."

"One hundred thousand square meters."

"I'm sorry, it's so dark, no wonder the business is so big, I'll go to Qianyu later and tell him about the black water in your stomach, so as to break the skin of you, an old animal." After finishing speaking, he kicked the gas pedal, Leave the scene quickly.

Just now, Ji Zihe was busy checking Fang Qianyu's body. He didn't have time to take a good look at the new home. At this moment, while Jiang Yingchi was out to see off someone, Fang Qianyu walked around in and out, and looked at the details of the house.

In addition to the green plants in the living room, Jiang Yingchi also picked clothes for Fang Qianyu and put them in the cloakroom of the bedroom. The wooden floor was covered with carpets. Fang Qianyu felt soft and comfortable when stepping on it with bare feet. Seeing Jiang Yingchi enter the room, Fang Qianyu blinked. Blinking, he pulled him forward and pointed at the curtain in front of him, "Brother, what do you think is the difference between the color of this curtain and the color of the wall paint I chose?"

Jiang Yingchi heard the words, looked at the wall, and frowned slightly: "...they are all yellow."

The wall paint that Fang Qianyu chose was yellowish, with a wooden texture, while the curtains that Jiang Yingchi chose were divided into three layers, and the outermost layer was embroidered with patterns with gold thread. Although the texture looked good, Fang Qianyu somehow felt like Those two pieces hanging on the dragon bed of ancient emperors.

"What color is that quilt?"

"red."

"Where's the carpet?"

"blue."

"Brother, don't you think our bedroom is like a big dye vat with all kinds of colors?"

"..."

President Jiang Da was silent. This person probably doesn't know much about the brightness and saturation of colors. The things he picks have a strong personal style and are cold, and he doesn't know what colors look good with them.

Seeing Jiang Yingchi frowning and not speaking, Fang Qianyu couldn't help laughing when his teasing heart was satisfied.

Jiang Yingchi stretched out his hand and gently tugged at his ears: "Stop laughing."

Fang Qianyu leaned into Jiang Yingchi's arms, stretched out his arms and hugged Jiang Yingchi's waist, buried his face in his chest, and his laughter gradually faded away.

Seeing that there was no movement in his arms for a long time, Jiang Yingchi supported his shoulders and lifted the person's head up, but saw that the end of the eyes of the person who succeeded in doing something bad just now was flushed, and the eye sockets were also red, Jiang Yingchi's stretched brows frowned again: " What's wrong?"

"No, just happy."

The new house is closer to Fang's, and it is much more convenient for Jiang Yingchi to go to work. Besides, Fang Qianyu understands that although they lived in the old house after they got married, Jiang Yingchi doesn't really have much affection for that family, so when he proposed that the two of them move here When he stayed, he agreed.

It's a pity that Young Master Fang, who doesn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers, overestimated himself.

His right hand was injured, and it was not very convenient to move around. When he tidied himself up and came out, Jiang Yingchi had already gone to work, and the soy milk buns that Jiang Yingchi had prepared for him on the table were already cold.

He brought breakfast and prepared to heat it up, but when he stood in front of various appliances in the kitchen and researched for a long time, he couldn't find the correct way to open them.

So, he took out his mobile phone and called Jiang Yingchi who had gone to work: "Brother, I don't know how to use the microwave oven."

"What are you doing with the microwave?"

"The steamed stuffed bun is cold, I want to warm it up."

Originally, Fang Qianyu woke up when Jiang Yingchi got up, but he forgot that Fang Qianyu's hand was injured and it was inconvenient to do things. When he got dressed, the breakfast on the table was already cold.

Jiang Yingchi frowned: "Your hand is injured, don't deal with those electrical appliances, order a takeaway first, and wait until I come back."

"...what's the takeaway called?"

"..."

Assistant Qin saw his boss's hand signing the document pause, put down the pen, rubbed his forehead, and showed a helpless and doting smile on his face.

Assistant Qin: "?!"

Ever since, Assistant Qin saw his boss's remote control, and explained to the person on the phone how to order takeaway.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yingchi said to Qin Mu, "Go and help me find an aunt who is diligent and quiet."

Fang Qianyu injured his hand and couldn't draw a draft for the time being, and Gu Youli didn't contact him, so he took a tablet at home to study the takeaway software.

In one day, Master Fang, who has super learning ability, not only learned how to order takeaway, but also bought a bunch of favorite fruits and vegetables.

When Jiang Yingchi came home at night, he saw Fang Qianyu sitting on the carpet in the living room, struggling to open the package with one hand.

"...Qianyu, what are you doing?"

Fang Qianyu looked up and saw Jiang Yingchi entering the room, and said happily to him: "Brother, I learned how to order takeaway and bought a lot of vegetables and recipes. It just so happens that you are back and I can cook for you."

"..."

I don't know where Fang Qianyu's self-confidence comes from. He feels that he can cook even though he has never been in the kitchen.

Jiang Yingchi walked over, picked up one and asked Fang Qianyu, "What is this?"

"......Potato."

"It's a sweet potato."

"..."

"what is this?"

"...bigger garlic?"

"It's called an onion."

"..."

"When you buy vegetables, don't you look at the names?"

"I just feel like I've eaten it."

"..."

Jiang Yingchi took off his coat, squatted down and cleaned Fang Qianyu's dishes on the floor, and took them to the kitchen: "Let me do it, otherwise the two of them will be poisoned together, and no one will call 120."

"Brother, I bought the cookbook, I think I can."

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think."

[The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Jiang Yingchi: May I ask who gave you the courage?

Fang Qianyu: Liang Jingru ╮(╯▽╰)╭]