Pheromone excess

When Fang Qianyu was angry, the end of his eyes was slightly red, and the small mole at the corner of his right eye was like a unshed tear. He watched Jiang Yingchi walk towards him, and the fingers holding the desk could not help but grasp the edge of the desk.

"Xiao Yu, why are you here?" Jiang Yingchi walked up to Fang Qianyu, and reached out to touch his face.

Fang Qianyu looked at him without answering. It took him a long time to say, "Brother, who was that person just now?"

"An irrelevant person, no matter what he says to you, don't take it to heart."

Doesn't matter?

People who can enter Jiang Yingchi's office at will are insignificant people, so is he who is doing business with Jiang Yingchi also insignificant?

He was afraid that his second uncle would embarrass Jiang Yingchi, that it would be difficult for Jiang Yingchi because of the complicated relationship among family members, and that he would put too much pressure on him, so he came to the company early in the morning, wanted to see him, wanted to talk to him a lot, but, instead When it came to Su Jingli, the Omega in his arms.

Fang Qianyu suddenly felt that he fell in love with a heartless person, as if everything in this world didn't matter to him.

Fang Qianyu looked up at Jiang Yingchi in front of him: "Brother, we are married, and I am your Omega%2C When I see other Omega in your office, have you ever thought about how I feel?"

Fang Qianyu's eyes were full of sadness that couldn't be melted away. Jiang Yingchi looked at the Omega in front of him, the color in his eyes darkened a little, and many complex emotions surged in his eyes like huge waves.

"But we got married because of an agreement?"

Fang Qianyu's slender eyelashes trembled: "Brother, have you ever thought of spending the rest of your life with me for even a second?"

Seeing Jiang Yingchi's silence, Fang Qianyu's heart sank completely.

He blinked to relieve the soreness in his eyes, and walked away from Jiang Yingchi.

......

Standing in front of the French windows of the office, Jiang Yingchi was tall and straight, his profile was hidden in the shadows, making it hard to see the emotion in his eyes, his feet were full of cigarette butts, and the smoke between his fingers had burned for a long time, leaving only a long knot Long soot.

After a long time, he turned around and his eyes fell on the desk, the document Fang Qianyu left behind.

He walked over, raised his hand to open the document, his eyes fell on the black and white pages, his face still didn't have much emotion, but the fingers that landed on the paper trembled slightly.

The mobile phone placed on the table vibrated suddenly, breaking the oppressive and silent atmosphere in the room.

Jiang Yingchi reached for it and pressed the answer button.

The voice of the staff of the decoration company reached Jiang Yingchi's ears through the mobile phone: "We have agreed with Mr. Fang to inspect the acceptance today. Mr. Fang said that this is a gift from him. I hope that when the acceptance is completed, we can notify you to come in person. Take a look on the spot."

Half an hour later, Jiang Yingchi came to the flat floor he had set before, entered the secret, and the double steel-wooden armored door opened. Alpha paused at the door before stepping in.

Opposite the entrance is a porch cabinet, and on the right is a practical storage room. Going inside is a living room. Because there are two walls of floor-to-ceiling windows, the lighting is very sufficient. The overall color scheme is log color plus Forbidden City red, which is eye-catching. , the living room is surrounded by a balcony. When you walk out, you can have a panoramic view of Jincheng. Turning along the balcony, you can go straight to the bedroom of the two. Fang Qianyu put a big bed here, next to the bathroom, and one wall of the bathroom is A complete mirror, through which you can see the scene in the bathtub, connected to the bedroom is the cloakroom for two people.

The kitchen and the bar are on the other side of the house. When walking past, you need to pass through a corridor.

When Jiang Yingchi came here, he couldn't help but stop. Fang Qianyu painted the walls in many parts of their house by himself, the living room, study room, and bedroom, but Fang Qianyu painted this corridor with special care. Some blanks, Jiang Yingchi knew from the design that they were used to hang photo frames.

In Fang Qianyu's conception, many memories of their future will be recorded here.

Jiang Yingchi went back to the sofa in the living room and sat down. He took out his mobile phone and called Fang Qianyu. However, a cold female electronic voice came from the phone: "The number you dialed was not answered."

Jiang Yingchi made a few more calls, but still no one answered. Finally, he called back to the old house, but the housekeeper did not see Fang Qianyu back.

Jiang Yingchi walked around the living room anxiously, finally picked up his coat and walked out.

Fang Qianyu took off the 5D eyes on his head, got off the racing car model, stroked his hair, and walked towards the rest area.

Narration: He Luanmu, an Omega who is about the same age as him, also got out of the car when he saw that he stopped playing.

"Fang Qianyu, in your state, you are worthy of the money I lost when the game hall was closed today." He Luanmu shook his head, walked to Fang Qianyu and sat down.

Fang Qianyu glanced at the people next to him, and said, "I am the major shareholder of this game hall."

He Luanmu curled his lips, and handed him a cup of milk tea. Fang Qianyu took it, held it in his hand, but didn't drink it, and his eyes fell on a place in front of him.

He Luanmu knew that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't bother him. Because Fang Qianyu was weak, Mr. Fang prohibited him from all exciting activities, but when he was in a bad mood, he would come here to play racing games Well, now that the old man has become a vegetable, no one cares about him anymore, and he doesn't have to waste time going home anymore.

After sitting for a while, Fang Qianyu waved at He Luanmu and got up and left the game hall. Seeing that it was getting late, He Luanmu asked his staff to turn off the equipment in the hall, and took the car keys by himself to go home.

Unexpectedly, when he walked to the door, he saw a tall Alpha walking towards him. He Luanmu took off his sunglasses a little, and sized up the person who was walking quickly without any restraint.

The tall Alpha walked up to him, looked at the game hall, saw that the equipment in the hall had been turned off, felt a little disappointed in his eyes, turned around and was about to leave.

He Luanmu grabbed the handsome guy's sleeve quickly, and said with rolling eyes: "Handsome guy, don't be sad, although we are already planning to close the door, but for the sake of your handsomeness, I can open it for you for another two hours."

Alpha looked at He Luanmu's hand holding his sleeve, and frowned slightly: "No, I don't want to play."

He Luanmu still grabbed the handsome guy and didn't let go, and continued, "I'm the boss here."

Alpha heard the words, looked at He Luanmu squarely, and said, "Has Fang Qianyu been here?"

When He Luanmu heard him ask Fang Qianyu, he decisively let go of the hand holding his sleeve. It turned out that this was the bastard who made Fang Qianyu sad for a day. He put his sunglasses back on, folded his arms and said, "Fang Qianyu! , has come, has gone."

Before He Luanmu had time to say something for his friend, Jiang Yingchi turned around and walked away quickly.

He Luanmu: "..."

Fang Qianyu didn't drive, he walked aimlessly along the road, it was getting late, but he didn't want to go home, the temperature was a bit low, he put his hand in his coat pocket, when he looked up, he saw a In a small shop called "Reunion", an old man is still busy in front of the stove, putting glutinous rice balls into the pot one by one.

A sweet fragrance wafted into the tip of his nose. Fang Qianyu sniffed and walked into the store. The uncle turned around and saw the man in high-end clothes. He was obviously stunned for a moment, but he still warmly invited Fang Qianyu to take a seat. After Fang Qianyu sat down, he ordered a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus wine stuffed meatballs.

The uncle quickly turned around to cook glutinous rice balls for him. Fang Qianyu looked at the old man's hunched back, which overlapped with the straight old man in his memory, and his nose felt a little sore.

The uncle quickly brought his wine rice balls to the table, Fang Qianyu reached out to take it, and gave the uncle a gentle smile.

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