Yanling omega doesn't want to talk

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It seemed that there was an invisible glass cover covering him, Qin Yuan's voice gradually faded away, and the surrounding became quieter.

"Qiao Yan!" Qin Yuan's scolding suddenly pulled him back into the hustle and bustle, "Are you listening to me!"

The silence around was suddenly broken, and Qiao Yan suddenly looked at Qin Yuan: "What?"

Qin Yuan's face was not very good-looking, she restrained the young son who kept moving around with one hand, and handed over the messy bowl with the other hand.

"I don't know what I'm doing day by day... I'm becoming more and more like your father... I went to wash your brother's dishes."

Qiao Yan took the bowl silently.

Qin Yuan's youngest son was so pampered that he made a fuss when eating, and the whole bowl was greasy.

Qiao Yan held the greasy rim of the bowl and twitched her fingers lightly.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Qin Yuan picked up her youngest son and was about to go upstairs. She glanced at Qiao Yan strangely, "I can't order you anymore? Hurry up and wash the dishes, and do your homework after washing!"

Qin Yuan turned around and went upstairs.

The youngest son in her arms rested his head on Qin Yuan's shoulder flamboyantly, looking at Qiao Yan who was standing downstairs.

He grinned and smiled at Qiao Yan.

The figures of mother and son quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Qiao Yan lowered his eyes, put down his schoolbag, and opened his thin white hands, which were covered with oil.

The oily stains on his chest glaringly lay across the white T-shirt.

He wiped it with his hands, but it was getting dirty.

Qiao Yan returned to his room after washing the dishes.

He didn't eat all day. He should be very hungry, but he didn't want to eat at all, so he went to bed after taking a shower.

He threw the white T-shirt in the trash can.

The fatigue caused by the first differentiation made his hands and feet sore, but his spirit was extraordinarily tense.

Looking at the icy ceiling in the darkness, he felt a chill attacking him, making him wrap the quilt tightly.

In the chaos, he fell asleep.

With sleep came nightmares.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the animal eyes of those alphas in the dark alley flashed in front of his eyes.

And that blood...those resentful faces.

Qiao Yan opened his eyes suddenly.

Cold sweat covered his forehead.

He sat up in the darkness, only to realize that his back was already wet with sweat.

The clock silently showed that it was 04:30 in the morning.

The chill of the night sent shivers down his spine.

Qiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief slowly, picked up the water glass next to the bed and wanted to drink some water, but found that the water glass was already empty.

He sighed, got off the bed with his sore feet, and was about to go out to pour water.

As soon as he reached the stairs, he saw a young figure squatting in the corridor, his face was dazed, and his eyes were not opened.

What about Qin Yuan?

Why is it so late, and let this child run outside by himself?

Qiao Yan stood at the door of the room and watched for a while, hesitating whether to bring him back to the room, when he saw that the child seemed to be in a daze, and his small body was tilted, and he was about to fall down the stairs!

Before Qiao Yan could think about it, he rushed over and grabbed the child.

The child woke up. He opened his eyes and saw Qiao Yan. He immediately smiled and opened his arms to hug him.

Qiao Yan broke out in a cold sweat, and felt even colder when he relaxed.

He just wanted to go downstairs to pour some water, and he was wearing thin clothes, but this kid was wearing thick clothes, like a small glutinous rice ball.

"Go back to the room." Qiao Yan said coldly.

The child obviously couldn't understand what he was saying, so he insisted on opening his hand and grabbed the corner of Qiao Yan's clothes.

Qiao Yan didn't intend to follow him, he stood up regardless of the child's obstruction, thinking whether to call Qin Yuan up.

At this moment, the door of Qin Yuan's room opened.

Qin Yuan came out wearing silk pajamas.

"Qiao Yan?" Qin Yuan was taken aback by Qiao Yan, "What are you doing standing here in the middle of the night?"

She looked along Qiao Yan's stiff hand, only to find that her youngest son was lying on the stairs.

Qin Yuan was shocked, and hurried over here: "Baby! Why are you here!"

Maybe Qin Yuan's voice suddenly raised its voice, which frightened the child. The child hiccupped and let go of his hand suddenly. Seeing that chubby body was about to roll down the stairs, Qin Yuan screamed out of fright. Pull your legs and rush here.

Qiao Yan looked back, and suddenly felt his heart jumping in his throat. He didn't even think about it, and shouted: "Don't move!"

Suddenly, his immature glands suddenly heated up, and the pheromones that had just stabilized suddenly lost control along with the adrenaline.

A scent of orchids permeated the air.

Qiao Yan froze suddenly.

It's just that he was stunned for a moment, so that he didn't have time to grab the child's collar, and the child fell directly like this.

Qiao Yan turned her head slowly, only to see Qin Yuan holding a stiff and strange posture, frozen in place.

Qin Yuan's eyes were full of fear, her eyes were unfamiliar, and she stared at Qiao Yan with wide eyes.

As if looking at a... monster.

The child was dressed thickly and stopped in the middle of the stairs. He was stunned, opened his mouth and cried out with a "wow".

Noisy sound.

Terrified eyes.

Qiao Yan slowly withdrew his outstretched hand.

The moment the fragrance of orchids disappeared, Qin Yuan relaxed and knelt down on the ground.

Regardless of her limp legs, Qin Yuan quickly got up to check on her beloved little son.

Qiao Yan watched Qin Yuan rush to the middle of the stairs condescendingly, and didn't even care that her shoes were off.

She picked up her crying little son and carefully checked him for any wounds, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Yuan has always paid attention to appearance, even at home, she is always well-groomed and not in a mess.

Qiao Yan looked at Qin Yuansong's messy bun, the shoes she had thrown off, and the trembling hand holding her youngest son, she raised her eyes to look at herself.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that there was nothing to say.

"Qiao Yan...you, you are a monster!"

"...Stop messing around, go back with me, you'll be finished if you stay here alone, do you understand? Can you understand something?" Qiao Yan's gaze came back from the void, and it landed on Qin Yuan in front of him. body.

Qin Yuan was wearing delicate makeup, dressed in a decent suit, and her hair was neatly tied behind her head.

Even though he was irritated by Qiao Yan's attitude just now, there was not a single crack in his expression.

For some reason, in Qiao Yan's eyes, the figure in front of him seemed to overlap with that of Qin Yuan who was kneeling at the bottom of the stairs a year ago.

A sense of nausea came from nowhere.

With a pale face, Qiao Yan suddenly interrupted Qin Yuan's chatter: "You go."

Qin Yuan was taken aback: "What?"

Qiao Yan: "Let's go, don't talk about it."

His stomach was already churning, Qiao Yan blushed, walked quickly to the door, and opened it.

This series of actions was obviously not very polite, which surprised Qin Yuan.

When did this son, who was always silent, dare to treat her like this?

A wordless anger and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up from the bottom of my heart, and the son in front of me seemed suddenly strange.

For the first time, Qin Yuan took a serious look at this son who was always neglected by her.

He has grown into a fine young man.

Beautiful, with slender limbs, taller than her.

—and more and more like his father.

Thinking of this, Qin Yuan's face turned cold: "I came to you, not to discuss with you, as long as I remain your guardian for a day, you don't even think about finding out!"

"As soon as the holiday is over, I will transfer you to another school. You should think about it at home these few days!"

She picked up her bag, patted on the unwrinkled skirt, raised her chin slightly, and walked out the door without looking back.

The sound of loud high heels gradually faded away, Qiao Yan couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and rushed into the bathroom.

The sound of vomiting came out intermittently.

Qiao Yan almost vomited out his stomach before feeling the nausea suppressed.

He rinsed his mouth, raised his face to look at the pale boy in the mirror.

Pale face, red eyes from vomiting.

Embarrassed.

Qiao Yan walked out with limp feet, closed the open door, and sat down in the hallway.

There was an unbearable smell of perfume in the air.

He suddenly felt a little too quiet.

The quietness that was obviously used to suddenly became pervasive.

The empty house was gradually eroded by darkness.

This place that had gradually made him feel a little bit of warmth suddenly changed back to

Qiao Yan took out his phone, the WeChat interface was quiet, and the arrogant word "Lin" on the top chat interface caught his eye.

His fingers caressed the word Lin in the void, and he pursed his lips slightly.

[Qiao Yan: Sorry, I won't go camping tomorrow. 】

After he finished typing, he let go of his hand.

The phone fell to the ground and made a "bang".

The cold seemed to fill the room with darkness.

Qiao Yan slowly retracted himself.

Lin Xiao couldn't see Qiao Yan's reply after a long time, so he frowned.

A bad premonition struck suddenly.

Lin Xiao hesitated for a moment, then put on his clothes, and was about to go to Qiao Yan's house to see if something happened.

When passing downstairs, Lin Yao was still squatting at the door, and when he heard the sound, he turned to look at Lin Xiao with red eyes.

"Brother...it's so late, where are you going?"

Lin Xiao hurriedly walked out the door: "I'll go find Qiao Yan."

"Looking for the senior? I'll go with you!" Lin Yao stood up immediately, because his legs were a little numb after squatting for a long time, he staggered and followed.

Lin Xiao didn't bother to break up with him, so he glanced at him and acquiesced in his behavior.

The two ran towards the gate of the community all the way.

As soon as I ran to the door, I saw a familiar Maybach about to enter the community.

Lin Xiao thought to himself that it was bad, why did the old man come back at this time?

Sure enough, the car slowly stopped in front of the two of them.

Lin Yao was suddenly as quiet as a chicken, and hid behind Lin Xiao like a quail.

Lin Xiao was in a hurry to find Qiao Yan, feeling a little irritable, but he had to stop.

The window of the car rolled down slowly, revealing a face that was [-]% similar to Lin Xiao's.

Lin Xiao and Lin Yao's father, Lin Zhengdao, frowned: "It's so late, why are you still going out?" He looked at Lin Xiao, very dissatisfied, "Look at what you're wearing, you don't look like the Lin family's Master?"

Lin Xiao snorted lightly in his heart, but kept his mouth shut and did not refute him.

Seeing that Lin Xiao's attitude was still obedient, Lin Zhengdao's face cleared up a bit: "Where are you taking your brother?"

Lin Xiao said nonsense, "Go buy some fruit."

Lin Zhengdao's gaze moved to Lin Yao, who nodded hurriedly.

Lin Zhengdao snorted coldly: "There is no fruit at home? What does Auntie do? Go back home! We have guests at home today!" He looked at Lin Xiao emphatically, "Go back and tidy up and put on formal clothes."

Lin Xiao's face darkened instantly.

The old man... started again.

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