law of courtship

When Zhilan pushed open the door of Wuyue Manor, half an hour had passed since the "go to work" time at ten o'clock, and he was late today.

The rising sun from the east hadn't climbed up to the sky, and the sunlight slanted into the courtyard through the iron gate fence behind Zhilan, and the vertical shadow happened to fall on his side, like a cage, trapping the poor little boy. blue jay.

This scene is inexplicably in line with Zhilan's state of mind, because the employer is standing on the stone path not far away staring at him with his arms raised, his face is ugly.

The first time he was late, he was caught by the employer on the spot, and he didn't seem to intend to let him go. Zhi Lan had a sore nose, and wanted to sing a song dedicated to himself.

"Uncle... I'm sorry, I was delayed by something in the office this morning," Zhi Lan trotted up to him, bowing his head and apologizing in a low voice.

Song suppressed the anger all night and finally found a place to vent. The little boy first left early, then came late again, and didn't take him seriously at all.

Song wanted to reprimand him severely, but the boy admitted his mistake with a good attitude, and his tone of calling uncle was also very obedient, which calmed his anger by half in an instant.

Little Lanmao looked very afraid of him, shivering in a pitiful manner, and Song began to reflect on whether his attitude towards him was too harsh.

"Keep your head up, Alpha doesn't need to bow your head to anyone," Song thought he responded kindly, but his voice was deep and oppressive without knowing it.

Zhilan's thin shoulders trembled in response to the sound, and he raised his face obediently. There was a faint bruise on the original white eye sockets, like a kitten that had been rolled in the ground, and his clean face was stained with light dust. People can't help but want to wipe his face.

As soon as Song stretched out his hand, Zhilan shrank back reflexively, but Song's other hand supported the back of his head.

The sharp claws of the bird of prey can easily grasp the weak prey, Zhilan's whole head could not move, subconsciously made a sound similar to whimpering, as if begging for mercy.

The warm fingertips landed on Zhilan's lower eyelids, Song tried his best to lighten his strength, and rubbed it twice, but still couldn't wipe off the grayness, so he frowned and asked, "I didn't sleep well at night, what did you do?" "

Zhilan felt that Song's fingertips were getting hotter and hotter, burning his eyelids, and said in a trembling voice: "Someone is sleeping well, maybe... maybe I lived too close to Panda and got infected by him."

Song was laughed angrily at him, gently grabbed Zhilan's hair at the back of his head, and carried him into the room: "Remember to find a better reason next time, don't be so stupid that I don't even have the heart to expose you."

"Really..." Zhilan protested in a low voice: "Pang Da said it, dark circles can also be contagious."

"Shut up, your IQ won't be exposed if you don't speak."

Song carried Zhilan all the way back to his bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed, turned around and rummaged in the cabinet for a while, folded the bank card and the new mobile phone and handed him a few words:

"I don't need formal attendance here, but you have to consciously abide by the rules. Late arrivals and early departures are not allowed. In case of emergency, you can report in advance. This is the mobile phone you want to buy. My number is stored in it. If you have anything to do, send me a message." Message or call to explain."

"Thank you uncle," Zhi Lan took the phone carefully, but couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes. Before trying the new phone, he took out a small packaging bag from the pocket of his sweater, and handed it to Song:

"This is for you, Uncle."

"What?" Song was a little confused, and took a look at the packaging bag. The aluminum foil was blank, and there was a rustling sound when shaking, like some kind of individually packaged granular drink.

Zhilan's cheeks were pink, and she put on an obedient look begging for praise: "It's lotus heart tea, it clears the fire and nourishes the liver. Uncle, you can drink some."

Song's eyebrows twitched: "Do you think I'm very angry?"

Zhilan moved out the set of rhetoric he had just heard, and said seriously: "Pang Da said that being irritable and dry is a sign of a bad liver, and you need to lower your anger."

Song is angry and funny, the boy is superficially well-behaved, but secretly he dislikes his bad temper, and dares to speak out blatantly.

He grabbed Zhilan's cheek and pulled it, and said in a deep voice, "If you were smarter, I wouldn't be angry every day."

The little blue-haired parrot's mouth was pulled crookedly, and he didn't forget to sing a ditty: "Don't get angry, don't get angry, lose your temper for trivial things, why bother when you think about it, I don't get angry when others are angry, and when I get angry, there is no one." for."

Song was thoroughly amused by this noisy little chatterbox, and thanked him for his filial piety in preparing lotus heart tea, and didn't plan to worry about his little mistakes.

"I'll talk about it later, go to bed first, the dark circles under the eyes are really ugly."

Song squatted in front of Zhilan and straightened his soft blue hair. He felt that the boy's hair was too long, like a small mushroom. He planned to cut his hair for him when he had time, and added two straps protruding from his sweater hat. Make it the same length.

Playing with this little blue bird is a very stress-relieving activity in Song's opinion, more effective than this tea or that tea.

"Uncle, can I try the new phone first?" Zhi Lan looked expectantly.

"Don't talk about it," Song Tan picked up Zhilan's calf, took off his shoes and socks for him, stuffed the kid into the quilt, and confessed: "Quick sleep, I'll call you in two hours."

Song turned and left, closed the door for him, the bedroom was dark instantly, Zhilan closed his eyes obediently, put the tip of his nose on the quilt, and smelled a faint fragrance, which was the perfume Uncle Song often used, It smells like flowers, but I can't tell the specific species.

The undifferentiated little blue hair didn't know that it was the pheromone smell of alpha, but thought it smelled good, so he buried his whole face in the quilt, greedily breathing in this refreshing aroma.

After 15 minutes, Zhi Lan felt a little hot on the back of his neck, like a small heart growing in his neck, beating constantly through the thin skin. The feeling was not too strong, so he didn't take it seriously, and continued Brewing drowsiness.

Just before falling asleep, Zhilan was still admiring his uncle's kindness. In the eyes of birds, the bedroom is equivalent to a well-built bird's nest, which will only be shared with his spouse and chicks.

Uncle Song had brought him back to the bedroom twice, and was even willing to let him sleep on the bed, which proved that the other party regarded him as a very close and trustworthy person.

That beautiful female bird didn't seem to have this kind of treatment, and Zhilan felt very honored for it, and even fantasized secretly:

Will Uncle Song treat me as his...

fledgling?

Zhi Lan suddenly woke up, her cheeks turned pink instantly, and she couldn't fall asleep.

He hatched in the Huaxia Institute, and the response of the birds made him regard the researcher Lin Mao he saw for the first time after birth as a relative.As for his biological parents and elder brother, they are in research institutes in different continents from him, and they can only see each other for a short time every three to five years. The relationship is neither indifferent nor close.

Researcher Lin Mao is very old and can only be his grandfather. In Zhilan's heart, the role of father has always been missing. He and his biological father have only met four times. Fatherly love has a strong longing.

Uncle Song is strong, capable, and has the deep and strict side of his father. He can lose his temper, teach himself various survival rules, and show tolerance and kindness in some small details...

Thinking of this, Zhi Lan buried her face in the quilt and laughed muffledly:

Uncle Song really looks like Dad.

Stop being a love rival, and want to be Uncle Song's cub.

The lack of sleep finally started to counterattack, Zhilan yawned, and slowly fell asleep with this warm thought, until he fell into a dream, he did not figure out the key point: the people who share the nest, except spouses and cubs, There's another possibility—household pets.

Song worked outside for a while, guessing that the little blue bird he raised should be asleep, so he went back to the bedroom lightly.He was sweating from work just now, his body was sticky and sticky, he just wanted to take a shower and change into dry clothes.

Song leaned closer to the bedside to observe the soundly sleeping cub, and saw that he only had his head exposed, his mouth and nose buried in the quilt, Song frowned, and gently lifted the quilt, revealing his slightly open little boy. Mouth.

The pheromone emitted by the high-level alpha exercise is extremely strong, and the pheromone taste of Song is more obvious. It is called Trionfit, a type of musk lily, and is famous for its sexy and seductive fragrance.

Zhilan is an undifferentiated older cub who can't get the charm of this fragrance at all, and often mistakenly thinks that his uncle Song is wearing some kind of coquettish perfume, and Song doesn't bother to explain to him.

Zhi Lan smelled the familiar fragrance in his sleep, the tip of his pink nose fluttered a few times, and he grinned with a naive smile.Subconsciously, his trust and dependence on Song is far greater than his fear, and the smell of Song is a kind of comfort to him, which can make his dream sweeter.

"It's so stupid to sleep all night", Song glanced at him in disgust, stood up straight, took off his sweaty shirt, threw it on the bedside table, turned and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

The clothes soaked in alpha sweat exuded a strong pheromone fragrance, and the tip of Zhi Lan's nose kept following the source of the fragrance, until finally his whole face was almost pressed against the bedside table.

Little Lanmao frowned slightly in his sleep, stretched out his hand and scratched his neck, as if a certain reaction had been triggered by the scent, the pulse at the back of his neck became more and more obvious, and the high body temperature accelerated the local blood circulation , hot itchy skin.

Zhilan didn't sleep well, and when Song came out of the shower, the little boy had kicked off half of the quilt, and his whole upper body was tilted to the side of the bed, about to fall, Song hurriedly picked him up and put him back in the middle of the bed.

Zhi Lan instinctively hugged Song's neck, her soft face pressed against Alpha's warm neck, Song deliberately knocked him up, and the little blue hair immediately let out a whisper like a dream.

Zhilan slept soundly, and the close distance made Song clearly smell the fragrance of his body. It was still the cherry fragrance, but it seemed to be much stronger. Song didn't think much about it, only thought that Zhilan ate a lot of cherries for breakfast. , contaminating the taste of food.

Song broke his hands off his neck, tucked the quilt up for him, sat on the edge of the bed and watched the little blue hair fall asleep again, before turning around and going out.

The author says:

Xiaolan's differentiation period is about to start, and our little alpha will be spoiled by Songpa's series of coquettish manipulations!The road to omega is gone forever