Wine Stuffed Peach

"Whose pheromone is this?" The shout from upstairs broke the silence of the room, and hurried footsteps sounded from two directions at the same time. The one who jumped down was Liang Haoyang, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Si Yue's gaze was locked on Ning's body immediately, and he was relieved to see him sitting on the ground amidst the mess, but there were no obvious injuries on his body.

Then he walked towards Ning Sui without stopping, he stepped over those who were lying on the ground, stretched out his hands to push away those who were standing in the way, and even moved Yan Song aside.

Yan Song who hadn't finished crying: "..."

The white-cut chickens without dignity: "..."

"I'm fine." Ning Sui didn't bother to ask why Si Yue was here. He tried to stand up while supporting the ground, but as soon as the kicked leg was exerted, a sharp stabbing pain came from his knee. The expression on his face also twisted for a second between twitching and calmness.

"Don't move around," Si Yue could see clearly, he simply squatted down beside Ning Sui and carefully observed his legs, "Where is the injury?"

Liang Haoyang, who was standing beside him, glanced at the two of them. He didn't know how Ning Sui was injured. Anyway, the plague-stricken shop of his family was badly injured.

Liang Haoyang felt that he should lock up people for interrogation and then count the losses and calculate the general ledger, but he still lost his mind uncontrollably.

The store was full of ten people, Alpha's pheromones were in a mess, and there were all kinds of smells, but the one with the strongest sense of presence smelled like orange soda.

He stayed up all night yesterday, fell asleep on the bed and fell asleep. The downstairs was beaten like this and he couldn't wake him up, but he was awakened by such a seemingly harmless pheromone.

Recalling the unfinished dream of climbing trees and picking oranges, Liang Haoyang touched the throbbing glands on the back of his neck, and repeated the question just now: "Who released the pheromone in my shop?"

The white-cut chickens thought he was going to settle accounts, and quickly pulled back their pheromones, afraid to speak in fear.

"Boss, they did it all." Zhang Yu struggled twice, got up from the ground covering his face, pointed to Yan Song and said, "It was him, ah bah, he moved first, and we... bah, just The pheromones were not well controlled."

He was punched by Yan Song and broke his nose, and the unstoppable blood flowed into his mouth. This is a real blood spurt.

Liang Haoyang squinted his eyes to avoid the bloody foam, and sucked his nose again.

The air was much cleaner, and the smell that attracted him became more and more obvious.

His glands throbbed even more.

Then Liang Haoyang turned his head following the pull of the pheromone, and saw Yan Song with teary eyes and red nose.

Liang Haoyang: "..."

The beating man cried worse than the beating one, this was the first time he saw it.

Yan Song was crying so hard that he couldn't stop the car, and while sobbing, he retorted angrily: "Obviously, they beat my brother first!"

Liang Haoyang looked at his wet eyes, and thought that this is really the same pheromone as the master, human and animal... huh?etc?

He lowered his head and glanced at the white-cut chickens lying in line from the feet all the way to the street, each of them smelled of orange soda.

Liang Haoyang: "..."

He was silent for a moment, and asked in disbelief: "Did you all get beaten like this by him alone?"

The white-cut chickens nodded tremblingly.

Alpha's physical strength is much stronger than Omega's. In addition, Ning Sui was busy avoiding punches and kicks, so his strikes were not heavy. It was Yan Song who really hurt people.

Hearing what Zhang Yu said, Ning Sui turned to look at Liang Haoyang: "Are you their boss?"

Liang Haoyang closed his eyes.

The boss just wants to clear the door.

Those people were vicious and vicious, and they were all masters who could scare crying children with their eyes. Unexpectedly, one day the feng shui took turns, and the crying children beat the villain to the ground with their fists.

He hadn't figured out what to do with the ten unlucky things lying or standing all over the room, when another "thud thud thump" came running to the door.

Lin Jiheng was not as conceited as Si Yue. He immediately braked when he saw the battle. Just as he padded his feet carefully around a person who was still lying on the ground and pretended to be dead, Si Yue said without raising his head: "Don't worry about it." Come in, you go directly to buy medicine."

He checked and found that Ning Sui's legs, forearms, and wrists were bruised, and there were also large and small scrapes and scratches elsewhere.

Liang Haoyang looked at his face, pointed to the stairs and said, "You don't need to buy it, I have it upstairs, the second drawer under the table, you go straight up."

Si Yue didn't give him any politeness: "This matter is not over yet."

"I know." Liang Haoyang nodded, his eyes flicked from Yan Song's body, and fell on the messy remains of the body, "They still have to pay for my shop."

"..." The white-cut chickens felt ashamed.

"Let's go." Si Yue was worried that it would be inconvenient for Ning Sui to hurt his leg, so he raised his hand to support his back.

Unprepared, Ning Sui was pressed to the wound, and immediately gasped: "Hiss..."

Si Yue immediately retracted his hand: "Is there an injury on your back?"

"It's okay, it will be fine soon," Ning Sui held his arm subconsciously, and quickly added after realizing, "Leg hurts, lend me some strength."

Although those Alphas took the pheromone back, to Ning Sui, the smell was still very choking.Only by touching Si Yue's body and being contaminated with the pheromones on his skin, Ning Sui's overly sensitive sense of smell will automatically block other people, and concentrate on absorbing the most suitable smell.

Si Yue's pheromone seems to be able to cure all diseases, Ning Sui is a little reluctant to let go.

Yan Song calmed down the emotional outburst just now, he wiped away his tears indiscriminately, raised his foot and wanted to follow upstairs: "Brother, let me apply the medicine for you."

"No need," Ning Sui refused him, and at the same time held his breath and let go of Si Yue's hand, "I'll just go up by myself."

AO doesn't want to kiss, he doesn't want to take off his clothes in front of them.

Yan Song asked, "What do you do behind the scenes?"

Si Yue didn't ask any questions at all, and clasped Ning Sui's arm with his backhand: "Go upstairs."

Yan Song felt that Ning Sui was beaten to protect him, and when he saw Si Yue taking the first step near the water tower, he was immediately upset: "I'll accompany my brother! We know each other better than you!"

Ning Sui felt that he was inexplicably popular: "It's not a question of familiarity."

Before Si Yue could speak, Liang Haoyang stretched out his arms and held Yan Song in place: "You are not allowed to go, you will have a share in smashing the store, you all have to settle the score with me first."

"..." Yan Song, who hadn't been arrogant for a long time, immediately turned back: "How much do you want to pay?"

"This store is very important to me, because the accessories are all selected by my sister herself, and she likes them very much, so..." Liang Haoyang raised his airs, and said with fingers, "I don't know the money yet, but you I have to clean it up first, restore it to its original state, and then move new goods from the warehouse to make up for it, and install a new glass door..."

He thought about it for a while, and felt that there was still more to say, and added: "Then stay here as a clerk, and bring back the customers who were scared away this morning."

"..." Yan Song counted the heads of people around, and asked sincerely, "With so many shop assistants standing around, can you still pretend to be a customer?"

"It doesn't need that much," Liang Haoyang said, "it's just you."

"?" Yan Song felt that he might be targeted, "Why?"

"Because you are the main criminal," Liang Haoyang started talking nonsense, "and you are very good at fighting. We can still do a few tricks when there are no guests."

Yan Song didn't want to talk to him at all, so he took a step back resolutely, raised his eyes to look at Ning Sui unkindly, and tried to use his eyes to report another main criminal who was also good at beating.

As a result, as soon as the principal criminal raised his hand, Si Yue pushed him back, and directly blocked the person behind him with his body, completely blocking Yan Song's sight.

Yan Song: "..."

Lin Jiheng, who had been hanging by the side for a long time, looked around and said cautiously, "Then I'll go upstairs to help too?"

He didn't know the people here well, and he didn't want to know them well. Seeing these people getting up from the ground one by one, with scars all over their bodies but still looking very difficult to mess with, he felt that it would be safer for him to stay with his dear Fa Xiao.

Then he heard his dear Faxiao say without sympathy: "It is enough to have me upstairs, you don't need to come, and I need your help downstairs."

Lin Jiheng: "..."

He looked at Si Yue with a face of condemnation, and said to himself that the one next to you was clearly the one who smashed up the store. May I ask why you are brazenly looking for a scapegoat? ? ?

So he turned his head to look at the shopkeeper again, trying to expose Si's evil deeds of covering up criminals and absconding.

But the shop owner who just said righteously how important this shop is, now turns a blind eye to the real culprit who slipped through the net and the tragedy in the shop, and just grabs Yan Song and doesn't let go: "Hey, this orange, no, Who is this, what is your name? Have we met? Which class are you in?"

Lin Jiheng: "..."

He found a broom full of exhaustion, sighed while cleaning, and felt that this day was really impossible.

Ning followed Si Yue up the stairs to the second floor. This is an attic used as a storage room. It doesn't even have a door. It only has a row of wooden railings, a bed and a table, and nothing else. other furniture.All kinds of cardboard boxes were piled up from the floor to the ceiling, everything was on the table, and there were messy sheets and clothes scattered on the bed.

Only there were not many things placed on the window sill facing the sun. The glass window was half-opened and half-closed, and a few green leaves came in together. There was no curtain to block it, and the clear sunlight poured down, and the fine dust floating in the air had nowhere to escape. Shaped, dangling to and fro.

Ning Sui was still looking at the cardboard boxes full of words, and Si Yue had already pulled out the medicine box from the drawer neatly.

He pushed all the sundries in front of the window to the corner, touched the white window sill, and saw that his fingertips were not stained with dust, so he raised his chin to Ning Sui: "Come here."

Si Yue sat sideways in the warm sunshine, opened the medicine box to check the medicines, and said, "Take off your clothes and see where you are still hurt."

Ning Sui looked at his sharp side face, subconsciously looked away a little, and looked back after a while: "No, I accidentally got punched in the back."

"Then did you call back?" Si Yue asked suddenly.

"I don't know." Ning Sui thought about it seriously, "After that punch, it's nothing to do with me. Yan Song may have helped me hit it back, but I'm not sure, because I can't see who hit it."

"Be careful next time," Si Yue glanced at the stairs, "Don't suffer."

"Oh, okay." Ning Sui straightened his lips, but bent the corners of his eyes.

There was a hearty fight just now, and now layers of sweat were pouring out of his body, Ning Sui grabbed the corners of his clothes with both hands, dragged the clothes around and wiped the sweat on his back.

I don't know if it was because of nervousness, or because he wanted to see more of someone sitting beside him, Ning Sui turned half of his body around as if being kidnapped by his clothes, almost twisting himself and his clothes into twists.

Si Yue smiled silently. He picked out a dark brown bottle, poured the cold medicinal oil into his palm to warm it up, and then raised his head and said, "Okay, let's apply the medicine."

"Oh." Ning Sui regained his sobriety, jumped over the obstacles on the ground with small steps, and sat cross-legged on the window sill.

You can't take off your clothes. He used his elbows to support the fabric and lifted the hem of the clothes, turned his arms over his shoulders, and hung all the clothes behind him around his neck.

Si Yue raised his eyes to look at the young man's thin back. The white cloth was piled up to cover the back of his neck, but a bluish yellow appeared on his clean skin, and he could already imagine the combination of bruising and purple in the near future.

He paused slightly with his fingertips, supported Ning Sui's shoulder blades with one hand to stabilize his figure, and rubbed the heel of his palm against the bruise carefully with the medicated oil on it.

Ning Sui subconsciously pinched his knees with his hands, thought for a while and took the medicine bottle that Si Yue had put aside, poured out some and rubbed it on the wound.

Obviously he was taking medicine, but the pain couldn't cover the warm itching behind him. Ning Sui closed his eyes and focused on his heartbeat and breathing, for fear that someone behind him would discover some secret .

Fortunately, the smell of this medicinal oil is refreshing enough to barely cover the smell of a lot of pheromones.

Ning Sui smeared some medicine on the bruise indiscriminately, then quickly tore off the alcohol pad and pressed it on the bloody scratches.

Others hang their buttocks to learn, but he soaks wine in his wounds to keep himself awake and not be seduced by male sex. This state is really far away.

Si Yue freed up one hand and threw him the Band-Aid in the medicine box, looked over his shoulders and neck, and landed on those long legs folded together: "Why are you fighting?"

"That little rascal used to be Yan Song's junior high school classmate, and he used to bully him for a while, and we fought when I saw him, and then he was expelled, and I didn't catch up with the high school entrance exam myself," Ning Sui said, subconsciously using the palm of his hand. Pushing the four fingers of the other hand to press on the back of the hand, "It's almost like this, but I didn't expect to meet again after two years, and I suddenly felt that Nanqi City is quite small."

"So you actually saved a level?" Si Yue suddenly asked without thinking, "Are you older than me?"

"Yes," Ning Sui realized, and asked for information in a legitimate manner, "I was born on January 1, how about you?"

Si Yue was silent for a moment: "June 6."

"For more than half a year," Ning Sui was immediately amused, and Yilaomao began to tease him, "After that, you won't be able to arrest me to write a self-criticism, you should respect the old and love the young, you know?"

"I don't know." Si Yue didn't allow him to settle the old score by himself, "You just said that we don't know each other well."

"I didn't say it!" Ning Sui quickly pulled himself out.

"Even if you respect the old and love the young, that's Uncle Zunning," Si Yue said, "So your father asked me to take care of your studies, and I have to listen to him."

After the words fell, Si Yue raised his hand to pluck the end of his hair, and there was an imperceptible smile hidden between the rolling of his Adam's apple: "Your hair is a bit long."