Act like a spoiled brat in the arms of the top Alpha

The rental house is less than fifteen square meters, and the kitchen, bedroom and bathroom are almost squeezed together.

However, all corners have been tidied and cleaned carefully. Except for the dust that has not been lived in for a few days, everything else is clean.

Shen An bent down and patted the sofa, then wiped the table with a wet tissue, lowered her head and blushed, "Mr. Fu...you...you sit and wait a while, I'll hurry...there aren't many things..."

After speaking, he hurriedly went to get the teapot and disposable cups.

The wrist was suddenly caught by Fu Fengning, and Fu Fengning's deep voice poured down from above his head, his voice was soft, but Shen An couldn't help but shuddered: "Don't panic, you go clean it up, I'll do it myself."

Shen An almost escaped from him.

Fu Fengning smelled the gardenia pheromone that came out again in the air, and twitched his fingers, as if reminiscing about something, the corners of his lips twitched slightly: "You can try to get used to letting me wait for you, waiting for your own omega, yeah The responsibility of every alpha, no matter what this alpha has in his hands, this is what he should. So, don't be embarrassed."

Shen An's heart was beating fast, and the pheromone that had just restrained a little burst out again almost instantly.

He is a slow-witted person, and sometimes he can't reflect in front of things.For example, now, because of this sentence, he was greatly shocked in his heart, and when he wanted to capture something, it turned out to be blank, so he could only nod with a blushing face.I don't know if Fu Fengning saw it.

Shen An's act of spitting out pheromones when he was nervous was actually very dangerous.

If it is not an alpha that has received strict training, it will respond to pheromones at close range.

Although he has received strict training, he has no desire for other omega.

But if it belongs to Shen An, that's another story.

Fu Fengning sat down on the sofa, looking at Shen An with dark eyes, he had to be very restrained to resist the urge to deliberately bully Shen An.

After a while, seeing Shen An put a bunch of things in a big lacquered suitcase and pressed it hard, Fu Fengning walked over and squatted down, and closed the suitcase in two or three strokes: "Finished packing?"

"Um--"

Shen An is white and clean, with bright eyes and bright teeth. He has always looked coquettish since he was a child. Whenever he speaks softly and behaves better, it seems like he is acting like a spoiled child.

Fu Fengning glanced at him calmly. This small breath made him feel inexplicably happy. He didn't hold back anymore, and raised his hand to find a reason to pat the soft hair on his head: "Don't move, hair warped."

Seeing Shen An staring at his toes stupidly, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, only his breathing gradually became disordered, and the smell of gardenia pheromone became more and more intense.

It's like someone knocked over a bottle of perfume.

Fu Fengning's eyes were unbelievably dark, and his throat rolled, almost always reminding himself to take his time and not scare him.

He had no choice but to swipe over his head for five seconds before he let go, casually took the handle of the suitcase from Shen An's hand, and looked down at him: "I'll give you the handle on the table." Let the water go, drink a glass of water, take a rest before leaving?"

Shen An has already smelled the pheromones that he was smacking, and he is very ashamed...He can't help but think of those omegas that Tian Yue said, who had unreasonable thoughts about Fu Fengning and were tortured by Fu Fengning to the point of death .

He was afraid that Fu Fengning might misunderstand him, so he didn't dare to spend too long with Fu Fengning in this narrow room.

Although Fu Fengning didn't say anything, it was impossible for him to act as if nothing had happened, and excused himself awkwardly: "Mr. Home, just use the thickest barrier stickers..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Fu Fengning imploringly, trying to leave the place soaked in his pheromone: "Mr. Fu, let's go..."