Chapter 58

    As early as the doctor's "cough", Jiang Zhihuo knew what he was going to say.

    It’s okay if you don’t pick it out, pick it out... the two of you here are all little innocents, and they’ve been ambiguous for so long, and it’s just ambiguous. Neither of them has ever been in a relationship, except that they hug each other because they need pheromone relief. Several times, other times they didn't even touch hands.

    It's a little awkward, and a little irritating, to talk about the subject directly.

    Jiang Zhihuo imagined that picture, couldn't help it, and didn't want to think about it anymore, and looked back at Yan Mu, this person was not much better than him, his expression was calm, and his earlobes were covered with another layer of pink.

    Coming out of the consultation room, Jiang Zhihuo went to the lobby on the first floor to get the newly prescribed inhibitors, and the two of them tacitly didn't mention why they wanted to "find an Alpha".

    When he walked out of the hospital gate, his lower abdomen began to hurt again. There was a large crowd, and he was in the hospital again. I wondered if there were other Omegas nearby, so it was difficult to release the pheromone directly, so Yan Mu grabbed Jiang Zhihuo's arm.

    This bit of pheromone covering the skin is better than nothing, at least it won't hurt so badly.

    The driver was already waiting at the gate of the hospital.

    Yan Mu—had called the driver a long time ago, and started to slowly release the pheromone after closing the windows firmly in the car.

    The driver of the Yan family is a Beta, a middle-aged man in his forties. Since the last time he reminded Yan Mu to go back, Yan Mu never called him again. I was a little surprised to receive a call from the young master just now, and even more surprised to see the young master brought his classmates into the car when we got there.

    The one I took with me last time was a girl... Even if I sat together in the car, I didn't touch her. She kept a straight face and didn't speak, as if there was no one sitting next to her.

    This time it was different, Yan Mu led him all the way up, and after getting in the car, he greeted the driver sitting in front, and then carelessly leaned against Yan Mu's body. In the past, touching Young Master Yan Mu to this extent would definitely make him angry. The driver had seen many situations where he wanted to touch Young Master but was stared back fiercely. He didn't expect that he would let him have a good temper this time.

    While waiting for traffic lights, the driver looks through the interior rearview mirror—the one who got into the car together.

    Shuai is very handsome, looking very energetic and enthusiastic, with two styles like Young Master Yan, leaning on the back seat like a boneless one, with his arm on Young Master Yan Mu's.

    Not long after, the red light at the intersection turned green, the driver lifted the brakes and was about to drive forward, when he suddenly heard the handsome young man in the back seat say to Young Master Yan Mu: "Brother Yan, touch here, your child, remember to be responsible. "

    Yan Mu quite cooperated: "Okay, is your surname Yan or Jiang?"

    ? ? ? ! ! !

    The driver listened to these two sentences—literally, and almost stepped on the gas pedal to the end.

    The car body shook—Jiang Zhihuo saw the face of the driver's master changed, and said with a smile: "Hahaha, I'm sorry, Uncle, I was playing around with Brother Yan." The

    driver: "..."

    This is so fun, Jiang Zhihuo grinned sullenly until his shoulders were shaking. Yan Mu elbowed him and then grabbed Yan Mu's body, laughing buried in his neck.

    The hot air from the laughter sprayed directly on the neck, itching, Yan Mu let him helplessly.

    The pain caused by the differentiation of the genital cavity is not too frequent, most of the time it is just a few twitches in the lower abdomen, even if Yan Mu is not suffering - it will pass quickly, not so delicate, not sticking to it all the time -rise.

    — Having dinner together, Yan Mu took Jiang Zhihuo to the bar.

    Fu Xiuwang would come in a suit and leather shoes every night, sit on the seat and order a glass of amber, and chat with Jiang Zhihuo every time.

    That night he asked Jiang Zhihuo, "How is school?"

    Jiang Zhihuo sat across from him, and Fu Xiuwang knew his true character, so he didn't need to hide it from him, and said distressedly: "It's very bad, too many classes and too much homework. Can't stop."

    The boy who usually pretends to be indifferent showed childish emotions, Fu Xiuwang was very satisfied, he said: "Would you like to come with me?"

    Jiang Zhihuo frowned slightly, as if he was still struggling: "I didn't think about it."

    Fu Xiu smiled: "Worried about your parents' disapproval? No, you - live alone, and your parents are not here, so there is no such worry."

    Jiang Zhihuo was surprised: "How do you know?"

    "The person I am looking for must have a comprehensive understanding— Isn't that right? If you figure it out, contact me." The

    door opened and closed, and the man left the bar.

    Jiang Zhihuo sneered, and took off the recording equipment on his body.

    Zhou - just arrived at school, a group of people who had breakfast gathered together to discuss the incident that happened some time ago in the senior year of senior high school students who ran away from home.

    "Hey, have you noticed that these runaways are all good-looking?"

    "Yeah, they are all photos of life, and I haven't posted them. At that time, I saw a missing person notice on Weibo. I almost thought it was Which production team did the promotion."

    "By the way, these people, do they usually not do very well in school?"

    "It must not be good, the pressure is too great, otherwise can't bear to run away from home?"

    This matter The attention of social news is actually not too big, and there were many people discussing it in the first few days, but every year, such and such things happen to the college entrance examination candidates, and the layout is almost the same in two days, and the adults are busy with their own things. It's a social animal, and it's gone after seeing a few words of exclamation, and maybe I still have to mutter in my heart, how this kind of endurance has experienced the beatings of the society, only the students who are also in the third year of high school can really empathize.

    However, they are usually studying, and there are not many people who read the news. Someone suddenly made a summary yesterday, saying that the few who left were very good-looking, so they had a casual chat during breakfast time.

    Ding Jianhui also saw this. Running away from home was irresponsible to himself and his family. He spent half a class time chatting with the students in class 1 and told them that if they felt too much pressure, they could communicate with their teachers and parents and not go to extremes. , The school also has a psychological counseling room, everyone can talk, but you can't have something on your mind-personally hide it.

    Jiang Zhihuo listened with his chin in his hands—in the morning, the teacher had to emphasize in every class—don’t put too much pressure on himself.

    Jiang Zhihuo was the one with the least stress, and was even picked out as a model.

    The math teacher used a triangle board to wake up Jiang Zhihuo, who was lying on the desk to catch up on sleep: "Everyone should learn from our Zhihuo classmates. The total score is only more than 300 and you can go to school happily every day. You really did it." Happy studying, among other things, this optimistic attitude is worthy of recognition!"

    Jiang Zhihuo: "?"

    Yan Mu sent a message when school was about to leave.

    Yan Mu: What's for lunch?

    Jiang Zhihuo replied in seconds with a "?"

    Before class was over at this point, Yan Mu secretly played with the mobile phone he set up for the scumbag? !

    This will not work.

    Jiang Zhihuo quit the game to reply.

    Jiang Zhihuo: It's over. If you don't learn God well, you actually play with your mobile phone in class.

    Jiang Zhihuo: I can't eat this meal anymore.

    Jiang Zhihuo: [animated expression]

    Yan Mu: I'm writing a question, I'm done.

    Yan Mu: Let's go back and cook noodles, I can't think of what to eat.

    Jiang Zhihuo: Do ​​you really think about what to eat or do you want to take me home?

    Jiang Zhihuo's question was very straightforward, what kind of intimacy has become these days, if he pretends to be stupid, he is really a fool.

    Yan Mu answered unambiguously: both.

    Jiang Zhihuo: Cheng, because you are so responsible, the child takes your surname.

    Seeing this news, Yan Mu couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth.

    Yesterday's stalk is not over yet.

    The fourth class was released early, and Yan Mu was waiting at the door for Jiang Zhihuo, a handsome man in the middle of the eighties, leaning on the railing with his legs bent, his head lowered to fiddle with his mobile phone, his nose bridge straight, his jaw line clean and neat, and his Adam's apple attached With the collarbone, submerged into the collar of the school uniform.

    No matter how many times you look at Yan Xueshen's face, he will never get tired of it, the more handsome he looks, the girls sitting by the window are going crazy, they keep peeking outside. — The biology teacher of the class is a young woman. After class, she came out with the textbooks in her arms and made a joke with Yan Mu: "Where is the handsome guy waiting for you? You have taken away the eyes of the little girl in our class, and I can't even go to class." "

    "Sorry, teacher." Yan Mu said.

    The biology teacher waved his hands with a smile, said "Go and eat quickly", and walked to the office.

    Jiang Zhihuo stuffed the textbook bag - buttocks into the drawer, rushed out the back door, and slammed into Yan Mu: "Brother Yan, let's go!"

    Zong Bei also came out from the door of the second class, just in time to see them, and asked: "Huh? Brother, Yanshen, what are you going to eat? Canteen or takeaway?"

    Jiang Zhihuo: "Neither, I'll cook and eat my cooking, do you want to get together?"

    Zong Bei heard Jiang Zhihuo say he was going to cook. The chef quickly waved his hand and refused: "No, no, the cafeteria is too crowded, I'll go grab some food first, brother Huo, goodbye Yanshen!"

    This picture of fleeing for his life was too exaggerated, and Yan Mu's curiosity was also aroused: "You What did you eat for him?"

    "No, in the third year of junior high school, he came to my house to help me with my lessons. Brother Li was away and Zong Bei was a guest. I couldn't neglect him, so I made an egg fried rice. I think it’s okay, really, but Zong Bei’s eyes would pop out, and he asked me if I wanted to poison him to death.”

    Jiang Zhihuo still thought it was funny when he thought about that scene, Zong Bei picked up a coke-colored thing , with a face full of surprise: "Huo, you said, this is an egg?? How did you fry the egg into this color?? And this, this is a bean? It's all deflated, you tell me this is a bean? Corn, What kind of corn, is there any corn in this pot?"

    In the end, he didn't eat the meal, so Zong Bei went to wash the pot, no matter how it was flushed, it leaked, and when he lifted it up, he found a hole in the bottom of the pot.

    He rushed out with the pot again, dumbfounded: "How do you cook rice? Do you use an awl? Why is there a hole in the pot?!"

    Jiang Zhihuo talked about the past, and Yan Mu remembered the last time he cooked at home. A bowl of noodle... It's really love, at least it didn't spoil the pot.

    The previous conversation confirmed Jiang Zhihuo's title of kitchen killer. Yan Mu didn't let Jiang Zhihuo touch the pot, and Jiang Zhihuo was bored, so he leaned by the stove to browse Taobao. These days, he is shopping Taobao when he has nothing to do. Brother Li's birthday is a few days away, and he hasn't decided what to give yet.

    "What are you looking at?" Yan Mu asked.

    "Birthday gift for Brother Li." Jiang Zhihuo said, "A senior from the research lab added me a few days ago, saying that he wanted to set up a game for Brother Li, and asked me where he liked to eat before."

    Boil water, Putting in the noodles, Yan Mu asked, "When?"

    Jiang Zhihuo continued to look at his phone, and replied, "The 24th, Christmas Eve."

    Li Muhe's birthday is easy to remember, December 24th, safe Night, the day is special, I used to receive a whole box of apples on this day.

    Yan Mu paused, and he said: "I also want to ask you out that day."

    "I can't go, Christmas on the 25th, it's a holiday anyway, Christmas Eve is quite empty, I don't remember it a few years ago This kind of statement is called out by the merchants to make a gimmick."

    On the 24th and 25th, morning-day-night-day is nothing to the two big boys, and they are not little girls, so they don't care about these details. Mu didn't know what was going on, and every time he encountered Li Muhe, he wanted to argue first.

    He asked Jiang Zhihuo: "Can you not go?"

    Jiang Zhihuo raised his head: "What's wrong with Brother Yan?"

    Just as he asked, his lower abdomen began to hurt again, and the pain was so sudden that he gasped with a "hiss" , the waist is slightly arched.

    Yan Mu turned off the fire on the stove, took a step to the right, and stretched out his hand to wrap Jiang Zhihuo in his arms.

    Every time Yan Mu approached with pheromone, there was always a feeling of sudden quietness.

    The rain-like fresh smell sticks to the clothes, sticks to the tip of the nose, and gets embedded in the glands.

    Jiang Zhihuo got better, the pain stopped, and he leaned on his elbow with his backhand - Yan Mu: "Thank you, brother Yan."

    Originally touched like this - Xia Yan Mu would retreat, not crossing the line or breaking the rules, he is pursuing Jiang Zhihuo, has always grasped the distance between the two of them very well, neither far nor near, it is very comfortable to get along.

    But not this time, not only didn't retreat and let go, but hugged even tighter.

    It wasn't cold in the room when I came back, and I took off my long-sleeved jacket. I hugged her like this, with my arms sticking to my arms, and the slight pulse was transmitted through the touching skin.

    Yan Mu lowered his head, resting his forehead on Jiang Zhihuo's shoulder, his hair rubbed against the side of his neck, as if being rubbed by some kind of furry animal.

    Yan Muyong said in a low, hoarse voice, "I'll let you smell the pheromones, don't go." The

    ending was sinking, with a rustling feeling, and it seemed that she was wronged.

    Jiang Zhihuo put down his hands little by little, and was stunned for a while.

    Yan Ge said such words in such a voice, it was really killing him, and he couldn't bear it at all.

    Just like the day before the game when I hugged him in the back of the bus, kissed his ear and said "you are mine".

    Sweet crazy.