Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

He refused to take the stool when I asked him to do so. Now the stool was blocking his feet. When Qi Luo wanted to continue retreating, the stool blocked his feet.

Xing Chen: I told you not to love your wife, see where you’re going to run now!

Xing Chen gritted his teeth, reached out and grabbed his pants!

Qi Luo: “…”

He had underestimated how shameless this omega could be.

Fortunately, his belt was tightly tied around his waist, otherwise Qi Luo didn't dare to imagine what beautiful scene would appear if he pulled it.

The ward was eerily quiet, and everyone was so shocked by the scene that their mouths opened wide.

Someone actually dared to pull Qi Luo's pants!

Xing Chen pulled his pants to steady himself and stood up from the ground.

Just when he was about to raise his head and say thank you to Qi Luo naturally, his hand that was pulling Qi Luo's pants was slapped away hard.

Xing Chen: “…”

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Xing Chen was startled by the slap, and then looked at his hand. A few red finger marks gradually appeared on the back of his white hand.

That’s quite a heavy hand.

Only then did he realize that his hand was in pain, and he gasped with a hiss through his teeth.

Song Zhian was about to jump off the bed as soon as the quilt was lifted, but his parents held him down, and he screamed on the bed.

"Uncle, don't hurt him, he doesn't know you don't like others touching you, he didn't mean it!"

Xing Chen lowered his head and rubbed the back of his hands, feeling neither amused nor helpless.

He was very happy that in the eyes of his master, he was always the most special one.

But because of his stubborn temper, he didn't want to see the slap in vain, so he wanted to take a small revenge.

Well, then let Qi Luo pursue her anxiously for a few more days.

Who isn't a reserved baby?

Xing Chen pursed her lips, her eyes turned red in a blink, and her starry eyes became bright.

He covered the back of his hand, and slowly raised his soft, sweet face. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he raised his lowered eyes to look at Qi Luo.

Qi Luo's face was terrifyingly gloomy. Although the enigma pheromones were not released, the terrifying aura made everyone who had just recovered from the shock dare not speak.

You know, Song Zhian’s grandparents, who are elders, are also in the ward.

Even Song Zhian's voice gradually faded away.

Qi Luo hates people who act regardless of the occasion. If there hadn't been the deliberate touching before, and it was just a simple sprained ankle and fall, an act done in a hurry, even if he didn't like others touching him, he wouldn't be so angry as long as there were no consequences.

But she deliberately bumped into him when she came in, and fell down right in front of him when she left. This was just too much of a coincidence.

The omega probably wouldn't believe it if he said he didn't do it on purpose to get his help.

Qi Luo's eyes were cold, and the slap he just gave him was already showing mercy.

If it were a different place, he would kick such an ignorant person out and teach him a lesson in the future...

The two looked at each other.

Teach him later...

These words began to circle mechanically in Qi Luo's mind.

But he just couldn't remember what to teach Xing Chen.

There was a gloom and coldness in his eyes that had not yet disappeared, but a flash of panic suddenly flashed across his eyes.

Qi Luo stood there stiffly like a statue.

He realized that at this moment he was madly wanting to pull the omega in front of him into his arms, wanting to hug him, wanting to kiss him, wanting to crush him into his bones.

The blood in his body was rushing and clamoring like crazy, telling him unscrupulously that he wanted this person.

After Xing Chen looked at him, he quickly looked away, took a step back as if he was afraid of him, then lowered his head and turned away.

Qi Luo looked at the omega who was leaving. The hand that had just hit him trembled violently, and his fingertips suddenly hurt.

The words that lingered in his mind became "I just hit him."

I just hit him.

I just hit him.

Qi Luo's expression was just gloomy at first, but at this point it became simply terrifying.

Song Zhian was really frightened by his appearance. Fearing that Qi Luo would hurt Xing Chen, he shook Mrs. Song's arm desperately and looked at her pleadingly.

Mrs. Song naturally understood that he wanted her to plead with Qi Luo, and glared at Song Zhian, who clasped his hands together and begged her desperately.

Mrs. Song stood up and walked to Qi Luo's side, saying carefully: "A Luo, don't worry about it. Xiao Xia probably didn't mean it. I paid attention tonight. He is quite polite and considerate. He knew that our family was coming, so he sat outside in the corridor waiting in the middle of the night so as not to get in the way."

Qi Luo recalled that when he passed by the corridor, he saw a soft figure curled up on a chair in the corridor. He didn't even look at it and just walked straight past it.

"And just now when Zhian asked him if he had eaten, he said without hesitation that he had. But he had sent Zhian to the hospital before dinner and had been busy running around. After I came, he just sat in the corridor and didn't leave at all. He was actually still hungry."

Qi Luo thought of the grievance in Xing Chen's eyes when he looked up, and his heart ached, and he wished he could chop off his hand that had hit him.

He suddenly turned to look at Mrs. Song and asked, "Sister, do you smell the omega pheromone?"

Mrs. Song didn't know what he meant, so she sniffed and shook her head slightly.

That's right.

He didn't smell it either.

Not pheromones.

are the eyes.

The omega's eyes immediately captured his entire mind. He stared into his eyes and wanted to drown himself in the sea of ​​stars.

As the highest level enigma, Qi Luo can easily suppress everyone with his powerful pheromones.

He is the faith of the people, and his pheromones are like a god.

But he himself is not a believer in pheromones.

Qi Luo has always felt that among the billions of people in this world, it is not difficult to use pheromone matching detection to find someone who is 100% compatible with him.

He could even find more than one if he wanted to.

So, just because their pheromones match is high, they should become each other's lovers?

He didn't believe in this ghost theory.

If there really is someone who can make him surrender with pheromones, given his nature, he will only think about how to defeat and suppress this person, rather than how to love him.

To him, pheromones are no different from appearance and background.

Being able to match with him is icing on the cake and a good thing, but what does it matter if we can't?

He would not be confused about who his lover is.

Love is love, not love is not love, everything is clear.

At this time, several bodyguards came in carrying a large pile of food.

After Song Zhian fell ill, the whole family had basically no appetite and now they are all hungry. This is a midnight snack for the family.

Qi Luo raised his foot and walked out.

Mrs. Song chased after them, and even Song Zhian jumped off the bed in panic.

"A Luo, you..." Mrs. Song hesitated to speak.

"Uncle, please, Xingchen is really good, please don't hurt him." Song Zhian's voice was filled with tears.

Qi Luo took a meal from the bodyguard and turned to look at them.

"I'll go see if he's hurt, and thank him for you."