Pheromone excess

The lights in the ward were not turned on, only a floor lamp was placed beside the sofa. Under the warm yellow light, Alpha sat on the sofa in front of the window with his long legs crossed, flipping through the documents in his hand, and noticed that the person on the ward was sleeping. Feeling uneasy, Jiang Yingchi put the information in his hand aside, got up and walked over.

Fang Qianyu was lying on his side, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his eyelashes like crow wings cast two shadows under his eyes, his lips were pale and bloodless, Jiang Yingchi pulled a tissue to help him gently wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead, and stretched out his hand to caress Fang Qianyu. Yu's fair cheeks.

Jiang Yingchi leaned down, leaned close to his cheek, and called softly, "Yu Bao."

Fang Qianyu's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes: "Brother." Fang Qianyu's lips moved and he made a very soft voice.

"Ah."

Jiang Yingchi saw that Fang Qianyu's hand moved under the quilt, as if he wanted to stretch it out. He reached in and pulled Fang Qianyu's hand: "Yu Bao, what's wrong?"

Fang Qianyu's hand was held by another big warm and dry hand, and his consciousness was still a little fuzzy: "Brother, I hurt so much."

Hearing this, Jiang Yingchi frowned even deeper, and he sat down beside Fang Qianyu, releasing more soothing pheromones.

Fang Qianyu leaned towards the reassuring atmosphere subconsciously, and Jiang Yingchi simply lay down beside him, reaching out to pull him into his arms.

"Yu Bao, is it better?"

"Hold tighter."

Jiang Yingchi squeezed him tightly into his arms.

Surrounded by the smell of red wine, Fang Qianyu felt that his aching nerves were slightly soothed. He liked the smell of Jiang Yingchi's body very much. It was a bit bitter at first smell, but it was sweet after tasting it carefully.

Fang Qianyu's head rubbed against Jiang Yingchi's arms: "I like my brother calling me Yu Bao."

"Well, I'll call you that from now on." Alpha said, patting Omega's back lightly.

"Brother, my gland is broken, do you not like me anymore?"

"will not."

"Liar, my brother doesn't even mark me."

"I didn't lie to you. When Yu Bao's glands are healed, I'll mark them. Then you won't be able to run even if you want to." Alpha bowed his head and kissed the forehead of the Omega in his arms.

Fang Qianyu showed a weak smile: "I hope my brother can talk to me more, Yu Bao is very smart, I will understand as soon as you say it."

"I always knew Yu Bao was very smart."

Jiang Yingchi hugged the person in his arms tightly. He knew that Fang Qianyu was in severe pain. When he was young, whenever Fang Qianyu couldn't bear the pain, he would pull Jiang Yingchi to talk with him, and then make some demands. Use the joy that Jiang Yingchi promised him to dilute the pain caused by the disease.

Jiang Yingchi chatted casually with him like this.

Seeing the person in his arms breathing gradually calm, Jiang Yingchi reached out to help him cover the quilt, kissed Omega's delicate eyebrows, and then closed his eyes while hugging the person.

In the morning, Ji Zihe came to check on Fang Qianyu. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Jiang Yingchi wringing out a towel and wiping Fang Qianyu's face and hands. Doctor Ji, who had not had time to eat breakfast, said that he was fed a meal early in the morning. Mouth dog food.

He ignored the two as if they were no one else around, and began to check Fang Qianyu's wounds and ask about the situation.

Fang Qianyu's injury was not serious, the glass scratched the edge of the gland, so he could go home to recuperate after staying for a few more days.

"Qianyu, the wound will itch when it heals, so be careful not to scratch it."

"Okay, I see." Fang Qianyu said.

Ji Zihe looked at Jiang Yingchi, and his tone was not very good: "Boss Jiang, Qianyu's glands are only well developed, please pay more attention, and don't let him get hurt again, or my head will really go bald."

"Ah."

Jiang Yingchi handed the used towel to Assistant Qin who was standing aside, and then fed the porridge to Fang Qianyu.

Ji Zihe: "..."

Did this person listen to what he said?

"Mr. Gu, why are you here?" Fang Qianyu asked in surprise when he saw the person who opened the door and entered.

Gu Youli carried the fruit basket, opened the door with flowers in his arms and entered, and couldn't help but froze in place when he saw the scene of Mr. Ba gently feeding him in the ward.

Ji Zihe cast a sympathetic look at him, so, another poor little boy who was fed a mouth full of dog food.

"Take another bite." Jiang Yingchi calmly scooped up a spoon and fed it to Fang Qianyu's mouth.

Fang Qianyu glanced at it, opened his mouth and ate it.

Gu Youli stepped forward on his own, and placed the things in his hand on the table beside him.

"I called your assistant to find out about your injury and hospitalization. Are you okay? Is it serious?" Gu Youli sat down on the sofa next to the hospital bed.

Fang Qianyu swallowed the food in his mouth before saying, "Fortunately, it's not serious, it will be fine in a few days."

"Well, you don't have to worry about the design draft. If there is anything the people below can do, you can tell them."

"Hmmmmmm." Fang Qianyu was fed another mouthful of food, so he could only nod in response.

Jiang Yingchi fed Fang Qianyu one spoonful at a time. No one spoke in the ward for a while. Gu Youli sat beside him. He looked at the fruit basket he brought and said, "Qianyu, I don't know what kind of fruit you like to eat. , I also picked a little."

"Well, thank you."

"Mr. Gu, Yu Bao needs to rest. If you are fine, you can go back first." Jiang Yingchi, who was sitting next to the hospital bed, glanced at Gu Youli and said.

Gu Yuli: "..."

Ji Zihe: "..."

Yu Bao... is Fang Qianyu, right? !

Ji Zihe looked at President Jiang Da, who had always had a cold face since Mr. Gu came in, raised his eyebrows, closed the medical records in his hand, and said with a smile, "I have other things to do, so I'm leaving first." , see you later, Yu Bao~"

"Okay, thank you Doctor Ji." Fang Qianyu said obediently.

Jiang Yingchi raised his head and glanced lightly at Ji Zihe.

After being hospitalized for a week, Fang Qianyu's wound on the back of his neck had begun to scar, but Jiang Yingchi insisted on staying in the hospital for observation for a few more days, so he was not in a hurry to leave the hospital. He was bored by himself, so he took a tablet and sat on the bed to draw pictures. The noise seemed to be a woman who wanted to enter the house, but was stopped by the bodyguards guarding the door. Fang Qianyu guessed it was her cousin Fang Xingying from the sound.

Fang Xingying is half a year older than Fang Qianyu, and he studied in the same school when he was in college. This cousin has always been more polite to him, but Fang Qianyu can't like her.

Fang Qianyu got out of bed and wanted to see what was going on, but Jiang Yingchi's voice sounded outside the door.

"Yingchi, we didn't want to hurt Qianyu. I apologize to you on behalf of my family. Can you let me go in and see him." The tone was rather pitiful.

"No, please go back." Jiang Yingchi said coldly.

Fang Xingying still didn't give up: "Yingchi, please, we grew up together, you wouldn't be so unkind."

Jiang Yingchi paused when he pushed the door, and looked back at Fang Xingying: "Do you want me to let the bodyguard escort you?"

Fang Xingying still looked pitiful, and she handed the rose in her hand to Jiang Yingchi: "At least help me bring the flowers in."

Jiang Yingchi didn't answer, and said to the bodyguard beside him, "Send Miss Fang away."

Seeing that Jiang Yingchi was about to open the door to come in, Fang Qianyu quickly sat back on the bed.

"I told you to lie down and have a good rest, why are you running around again?" Jiang Yingchi glanced at Maotuo who was kicked over by Fang Qianyu on the ground, and said a little displeased.

Hearing this, Fang Qianyu simply sat up, looked at Jiang Yingchi, and said pitifully, "Yingchi, I'm fine, please let me out of the hospital."

"Yu Bao..." Jiang Yingchi's tone was full of danger.

Fang Qianyu couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud. Jiang Yingchi approached and stretched out his hand to pinch Fang Qianyu's cheeks that were still a little baby fat.

Sitting on the bed, Fang Qianyu looked up at Jiang Yingchi: "Second uncle's family, what are you going to do?" Fang Qianyu has been ill for the past few days, so Fang Qianyu didn't bother to ask. remember.

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