hell cycle

Ming Lou sat on that chair, with his hands crossed in front of his lips, he almost forced himself to stare at the big bed a few meters away in front of him, his whole expression seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't tell Emotional representation.

The sound of sex from the bed passed through his ears and pierced his brain like a magic sound, and Kun Ze's fragrance slowly radiated from the bed, covering the whole room.

According to the research of foreigners, the influence of omega pheromone on alpha is chemical. Omega pheromone penetrates into the body of alpha through the pores of the skin through breathing, and the hormone secreted by chemical interaction with alpha pheromone can make alpha The sex drive is high and stimulates the brain, making alphas cranky and irritable.

This provided many Qianyuan in the country with an excuse to play hooligans in a fair and aboveboard way - I didn't do it voluntarily, it was Kunze's fragrance that made me lose control.

Maybe these foreigners' studies are reasonable, but to Minglou at this time, those are meaningless.

Minglou could feel that his body was slowly being influenced by Kunze's fragrance, part of him was clamoring and trying to break through the barrier of his self-control, but what was more solid was his reason, which almost masochistically built a A Great Wall locks his biological part of Qianyuan's instinct in a cage firmly, allowing that instinct to rush left and right like a beast, and finally he can only surrender quietly in the cage he built.

The rational part is thinking, trying to find a solution.

It is true that Minglou's head is now running a little slower than usual, but Minglou who is a little slower can still completely defeat most people in this world.

Recalling all the clues and memories of the past two years over and over again, Ming Lou felt that everything should have started when Ah Cheng left Shanghai...

When Ah Cheng left Shanghai, he knew about it, but he didn't stop him.

Not only did he not stop him, he also didn't check where Ah Cheng had gone.

He thought it was respect.

but……

There was some pain and struggle in his eyes, and a thought flashed through Minglou's mind. He didn't want to believe it, but everything in front of him forced him to consider a possibility: Xiangdie is Ah Cheng.

Recalling the first time he heard the code name of Xiangdie, Minglou remembered that it was less than two years ago.

At that time, he didn't associate Xiangdie with Ah Cheng at all, but now, after reviewing the information about Xiangdie in the past two years, he felt more and more painful, very likely, very likely Ah Cheng is Xiangdie!

Thinking of what Ah Cheng said to him before leaving the Ming family, and thinking of Ah Cheng's strong character since he was a child...

Ah Cheng hates himself, Ah Cheng himself said that he hates himself, he does not want to rely on himself, does not want to be with himself... nor does he want to rely on the Ming family to obtain inhibitors, Ah Cheng actually has few choices.

Shanghai is the financial and goods distribution center of the Far East. Even if the imported inhibitors are monopolized by the government, in Shanghai, you can buy anything you want on the black market, but it costs money and you have to have connections.

Ah Cheng did not choose to stay in Shanghai, but chose to leave. So besides Shanghai Beach, where else can provide such a continuous and large amount of inhibitors?

Juntong is one of the few choices, but Kunze who enters Juntong has to pay a price. Many Kunze in Juntong are voluntary, because the situation of these Kunzes is very bad, joining Juntong is a Relatively good choice.

Once again, I thought of the rumors about Xiang Die and his old boss, Director Dai, in the military system.

The rage that had just been suppressed turned up again.

How dare Ah Cheng!How dare he!

How dare the old boss who he has followed for so many years!How dare he!

There are two voices talking in my head.

A crazy voice said: "Punish him! Punish him! He is your Kunze! He has done so many dirty things behind your back!"

Another voice gently advised him: "You don't know whether everything in your mind is true or not. You misjudged once, and the mistakes you made cannot be repeated."

The crazy voice is saying: "He may have been touched by someone, he may have been touched by many people, he is lying on your bed, seducing you very ****, you should let him know who he is You should teach him a lesson!"

A gentle voice said: "It's not clear, and he's not yours, and whatever he does is his own choice."

Suddenly, Minglou stood up, turned around, pulled open the curtain behind him, and smashed the glass of the locked window with a vase beside him.

A gust of fresh air came in, diluting the fragrance of Kunze.

Standing there, breathing slightly short of breath, Minglou breathed in the fresh air quickly, and the alternate voices in his head slowly disappeared with his breathing.

Minglou stood there without moving for a long time, until it was dark and bright again.

Behind Minglou, with his back to the big bed, of course, Minglou wouldn't see that the people on that big bed opened their mouths wide open in the interval between indulgent wave-like climaxes slapping on the defense of reason. A pair of clear eyes looked at his back with complex and unspeakable expressions.