Why do I always fall in love with my partner Alpha

Before he could react, he was nudged and moved a few steps to the side.

Fu Boyuan who was behind him slammed past him and rushed into the bathroom.

He followed outside the bathroom one step later, and heard the sound of vomiting coming from inside through the door, frowning, he went to the living room to pour two glasses of warm water.

Returning to the door with water, he originally wanted to say why he was in such a hurry to drink on an empty stomach, but when he thought about the reason why the other party drank, Jiang Xian couldn't even utter a word of complaint, so he could only turn a corner and scold Zhang Duan severely in his heart.

Jiang Xian gently knocked on the door with his elbow, and asked, "Can I go in?"

Fu Boyuan's voice was hoarse, and he said "um" in a low voice, followed by the sound of toilet flushing.

Jiang Xian pushed open the door and saw that the other party was leaning against the sink with his head up and his eyes closed.

Under the white light of the bathroom, Fu Boyuan's face was red from the wine, and his forehead was still dripping with sweat.The color of the eye sockets and the tip of the nose is more obvious because of the vomiting just now.

He handed over a glass of warm water and said, "Rinse your mouth first."

While Fu Boyuan was rinsing his mouth, Jiang Xian looked him up and down.

The other party's sweater was not stained because of drunkenness, but there was the same baijiu stain as on his own body, which might have been caused by splashing alcohol in the private room.

The closer Fu Boyuan was, the more his clothes were splashed.

After he finished rinsing his mouth, Jiang Xian handed him another cup with a higher temperature: "Drink this cup."

Fu Boyuan took the cup obediently, his clear pupils were covered with a layer of water due to the physiological reaction, wet, more like a dog's eyes.

The hot water at the right temperature trickled down the throat into the stomach, soothing the dryness and discomfort of the throat caused by vomiting.

"Brother, you are so nice."

Jiang Xian deliberately avoided his eyes: "You can...forget it." He gave up halfway through the sentence, put the cup on the sink, and helped Fu Boyuan back to the bed in the same posture just now.

As soon as he touches the soft bed, Fu Boyuan will lie down.

Jiang Xian couldn't bear someone to go to bed in dirty clothes, so he grabbed his arm and squeezed him up.

Fu Boyuan closed his eyes and pretended not to think about it, he twisted his body and tried to pull his arm back, so strong that he dragged Jiang Xian staggeringly, almost threw himself on him, murmuring indistinctly: "I want to sleep. "

Jiang Xian stood between his legs and didn't let go, letting him twist, his beautiful eyebrows became cold, and he pretended to be fierce and said: "If you don't obey me, I don't want you anymore."

Sure enough, Fu Boyuan sat up immediately, and looked up at him obediently: "I am obedient."

Jiang Xian took this opportunity to rub his hair, on the surface to reward him for being obedient, but in fact, he didn't know how long he had coveted it.

The touch is smoother than imagined, not sticky at all.

The dog eats well and likes to exercise, and of course the hair is first-class.

Jiang Xian bent down in a good mood, and pulled the hem of his sweater, the other party's alcohol-smelling breath inevitably sprinkled on his ear, making that particularly sensitive skin flushed red.

The dirtiest sweater jacket was taken off, Fu Boyuan didn't move any more, but his breathing became obviously heavy.

Jiang Xian wasn't sure how many pairs of trousers the other party was wearing, and was stroking his chin, wondering whether he should take off his trousers as well, when Fu Boyuan asked, "I want to take a bath."

"Didn't you just want to sleep?" Jiang Xian said, "You can't walk steadily and you still think so much?"

Fu Boyuan tilted his head and sniffed the clothes, frowned, stared at him earnestly, and said, "It smells bad."

After speaking, he propped himself on the bed and wanted to stand up, but Jiang Xian pressed his shoulders and sat back down.

He turned up the air conditioner a few degrees, went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of water and came back.

Fu Boyuan was like a dog ordered by his master to stay where he is, with only his eyes rolling around with his master's movements.

Jiang Xian was so hot that he took off his coat and sweater, leaving only a relatively close-fitting underwear, the sleeves were rolled up and stuck on his slender forearm.

He knelt down to wet the towel and wring it dry. He just raised his head to pass the towel to Fu Boyuan, but he saw that he had already taken off his shirt and was sitting on the edge of the bed naked.

Fu Boyuan's smooth and plump chest and abdominal muscles came into sight without warning.

Jiang Xian stared in a daze and couldn't help swallowing.

When I saw the other party's sexy and beautiful body several times before, I just yearned for it.

But during the last estrus/estrous period, he was injected with pheromones, and he had a real skin-to-skin kiss with this body.

The distinct touch and the instinct after being marked made him yearn for a deeper and more intimate contact.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to look away, and asked, "Why didn't you just take off your sweater yourself?"

Fu Boyuan blinked his eyes, and said in an innocent tone, "Didn't brother take the initiative to help me take it off?" He picked up the shirt again, "Then I will put it on again, and let brother help me take it off again."

Jiang Xian: "..."

He was too lazy to argue with the alcoholic, so he got up and stroked Fu Boyuan's bangs back, and then put his hand on the back of the other's head to help him wipe off the sweat he just broke out.

The light in the bedroom was not that bright, but Jiang Xian noticed a small scar on Fu Boyuan's hairline.

The traces are already very light, only a white line.If he hadn't deliberately bent over and approached, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

I didn't notice it in the many close encounters before, because most of Fu Boyuan's appearance usually doesn't show his forehead.

And... under normal circumstances, his height is not enough to see Fu Boyuan's forehead...

Jiang Xian touched it lightly with his fingertips, and asked casually, "What's going on here?"

Due to the rubbing of the caressed skin, a fine and dense itching gushed out from the deep layer.

Fu Boyuan narrowed his eyes comfortably, and replied: "I touched it when I was young."

Jiang Xian's wiping action froze, and he was stunned. The memory hidden in the depths of the years seemed to be torn open by this sentence.

Many years ago, there was also a child who followed behind him every day and called him "brother". He had a cut on the same spot on his forehead, and he even bandaged him in this position.

And...they are also four years apart.

What's that kid's name?

Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan, Fu Boyuan...

One after another amazing coincidences were connected in series, Jiang Xian opened his mouth slightly, his eyes were empty, those memories broke through and swept in like a flood, making him a little overwhelmed for a moment, his legs were weak.

The gentle touching stopped, Fu Boyuan yawned and said, "Are you tired too?"

So the Bai Yueguang that Fu Boyuan mentioned before is also himself, right?

The great joy made Jiang Xianqing couldn't help cursing "grass" in a low voice. His voice was trembling, and he couldn't help but want to confirm this with the other party right now, and asked, "Are you still dizzy?"

Fu Boyuan keenly caught Jiang Xian's emotional changes, and belatedly realized that he had to answer every question just now, which seemed to be a little revealing.Jiang Xian might have discovered something, so he stopped and stopped helping.

He simply joined the show, clinging and playing tricks: "I'm so dizzy and sleepy, I'm going to sleep after my brother wipes it off for me."

Jiang Xian took a few deep breaths to suppress his joyful mood.

It will not be too late when Fu Boyuan wakes up, and he will have more time to organize his thoughts.

After helping the other person wipe his face clean, Jiang Xian washed the towel again, happily wiped his upper body with the corner of his mouth hooked.

When it touched his right waist, the fresh scar made Jiang Xian's mood drop again.

The scar was not too short, about seven or eight centimeters in length. The growing scar was abnormally red, protruding a part from the surrounding skin.

Jiang Xian frowned, the two scars, one white and one red, were in contrast, but they seemed to be caused by himself.

A sense of guilt that cannot be ignored occupied his heart, and the violent emotional ups and downs in a short period of time made him very tired.

Touching the raised scar, he felt Fu Boyuan take a breath, Jiang Xian immediately withdrew his hand and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Fu Boyuan pursed his lips and couldn't tell the truth, but a certain part of his body replaced the answer.The wiped body parts left traces of water, which quickly evaporated, and he was a little cold, so he couldn't help sneezing.

Jiang Xian didn't dare to tangle any more, he speeded up to finish wiping him up, and quickly took the pajamas beside the bed and put them on for him.

The pajamas are not a pullover style, so Jiang Xian has to help fasten the buttons for him.

He just pinched up the hem of his pajamas and was about to fasten the bottom button, but he was caught by the raised pants.

Jiang Xian couldn't forget the shock when he saw the real thing, he couldn't hold his hands together...

I glanced at it again and found it incredible. Didn't it mean that there would be no physiological reaction after being drunk?

Is it because I have misremembered the popular science, or is Fu Boyuan's extraordinary talent?

After finally taking care of King Fu and letting him lie down on the bed, Jiang Xian walked out of the bedroom lightly.

He wasn't going to leave, because he had seen the news about someone who fell asleep drunk, choked on vomit and died, and he was afraid that something might happen to Fu Boyuan.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, it's not too late, I guess Tong Yuan should just get off work at this point.

Jiang Xian dialed Tong Yuan's number without hesitation, and the other party quickly answered, "What are you doing?"

He coughed a few times, pretending to be deep and said: "Do you know about Fu Boyuan?"

Tong Yuan was silent for a few seconds without answering.

Jiang Xian knew this little girl too well.He widened his eyes and glanced at the bedroom, afraid of disturbing Fu Boyuan, he lowered his voice but couldn't hide his astonishment: "Do you know?" Before he could figure out how Tong Yuan would know, he said, "Do you know? Tell me, what do you mean?"

Tong Yuan could hear that he was very excited, and he didn't dare to continue to hide it, so he simply confessed in a self-defeating manner, trying to get forgiveness: "I still want to ask you how you found out, isn't Fu Boyuan the movie king? You can't hide it?"

He sighed: "Again, don't blame him. It's true that he stabbed himself a little crazy, but in the final analysis, it was to let Zheng Weiquan in, and he pretended to be seriously ill to get along with you more. I worked hard, I hope you Understand."

Feeling speechless after thinking about it, Tong Yuan's tone became agitated: "But what does it mean to confess me? I'm still speaking for him. It's so uninteresting, buddy!"

Jiang Xiangang's suppressed smile gradually disappeared with Tong Yuan's words.

In just a few hours, he had already been stimulated too much, but his heart became more and more peaceful.

"You said that Fu Boyuan's wound was stabbed by himself, and it wasn't serious?" Jiang Xian confirmed again, and also stated the real purpose of his call for the sake of cliché, "Then why the scar is a bit scary, I want you to recommend something A medicine for scars."

As soon as professional issues were involved, Tong Yuan restrained his personal emotions and was very professional: "He should have a scar constitution. I don't know much about medicine. I will ask my colleagues later and send it to you." He paused and added "I didn't hide it from you on purpose, brother, don't be angry!"

Jiang Xian hung up the phone mercilessly, leaned on the sofa with his hands folded in front of his chest, and looked calmly at the bedroom.

Very well, he didn't even bother to count how many times he was lied to by Fu Boyuan, from being upset and angry at the beginning to accepting it calmly now.

Thinking of Fu Boyuan's obvious physiological reaction just now, there is a high probability that he is pretending to be drunk, right?

Jiang Xian laughed at himself angrily, because his father was already used to being cheated.

Fu Boyuan didn't let Fu Boyuan experience this kind of feeling of being tricked, it seems that he won't have a long memory.

The new message notification sounded on the mobile phone, and Tong Yuan quickly sent the name of the medicine, and attached a picture thoughtfully, and apologized again.

Jiang Xian was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger, he got up and walked around in the living room, and then went straight into the bedroom.

He stood beside the bed, Fu Boyuan's eyelashes trembled slightly under the dim light, Jiang Xian knew he was not asleep, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Fu Boyuan, you are a real dog."

The author has something to say:

Fu Boyuan: Thank you Brother Tong Yuan^^