After being marked by Enigma with O

Master Luo is really capable

How did Luo Wenchuan do it, speak lies in such a sincere tone, and humbly do things that he originally hated.

"Sincere, decent, with great self-control and empathy."

"Superficial, impulsive, yet womanly."

How could these two sentences come from the same person?

Song Ling recalled Luo Wenchuan calmly analyzing his appearance in the ward, his heart seemed to be caught in someone's hands, and he squeezed it hard.

He couldn't imagine that when he held out this heart, the other party actually had an attitude of examination and analysis, and then gave him the most satisfactory response.

He remembered how cautious he was when he first met Luo Wenchuan, and he also remembered everything Luo Wenchuan had done for him, but one day, he suddenly learned that these things were done on purpose good.

It's fake, it's fake.

How did that happen.

Brother Song Ling buried himself in the pillow, like an ostrich suddenly helpless in a crisis.

"Expedient measure", Ling's eyes suddenly burned when he thought of these four words.

As long as Song Ling could remember, there were very few moments when he drew his sword and looked around in a daze. As a top Alpha, he was always high-spirited, facing the scorching sun, wind, frost, rain and snow, standing upright and walking upright.Flowers like Lingshuang, proud peaks, never frustrating for a moment, never wavering.

But today, Song Ling felt like the wind was leaking from his heart, something was flowing out little by little.

What is it?

Luo Wenchuan's face flashed in Song Ling's mind, this person who could sleep and cry all night for room allocation on rainy days, who could nestle in his arms because of a small injury, and clamored for a kiss. Was it carefully crafted?

Something is slowly crumbling.

It was Luo Wenchuan, he was the one who cherished the poor and lovely Luo Wenchuan.

Song Ling couldn't remember how he fell asleep.

Feeling the pinna being licked, Song Ling came back to reality from the dream.

"Stop making trouble, Wen Chuan."

When he said these words, Song Ling woke up almost instantly.After waking up, his body was covered in cold sweat, and he looked around. Where there was Luo Wenchuan, there was only the black short-haired cat licking its feet.

"You..." Song Ling grabbed Xiao Hei into his arms.

Xiao Hei licked his paw, looked at Song Ling for a while, and then licked Song Ling's wrist in disgust.

It was warm for a short time and then turned cold in an instant. Song Ling looked at the wet spot on his wrist and was silent for a long time.

He suddenly didn't know where to go or what to say.

Originally, he planned to eat squirrel mandarin fish with Luo Wenchuan, but now he didn't know where to throw the squirrel mandarin fish.

It took Song Ling a long time to check the time.

It's seven o'clock.

He came back at three o'clock in the afternoon yesterday, and slept until seven o'clock in the morning, a total of sixteen hours, almost trapped in the dust of old dreams.

Lying in his own room, with familiar pheromones in his breath, Song Ling naturally dreamed of Luo Wenchuan.I dreamed of Luo Wenchuan who would blush just looking at him two years ago.

Song Ling looked at Xiao Hei in his arms, thinking that the cat hadn't been fed, got up and went to the storage room to get some cat food.

Xiao Hei doesn't like to eat cat food.

One cat and one person stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes for a long time, and Song Ling suddenly remembered that Xiao Hei didn't like this.

Going to the kitchen, I chopped some chicken breast and shrimps. After cooking and draining, Song Ling put these things into Xiao Hei's food plate.

As if sensing that the shit shovel officer was in a bad mood today, Xiao Hei squatted in Song Ling's arms and bit his fingers lightly.

Song Ling opened the terminal, and what caught his eyes were several call requests. Among these call requests, which were all from Luo Wenchuan, one was from Zhou Yinan.

"Brother Ling?" The moment Zhou Yinan received the reply, he was taken aback for a moment, "Brother Ling, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, what's wrong?"

"It's good that you're fine, me, I learned something from Wei Yu, I think I have to tell you. But before I tell you, you have to promise me not to be angry." Zhou Yinan's voice was a bit awkward, as if he had done a lot It took a big ego struggle to talk about it.

"Are you at Wei Yu's place?" Song Ling quickly found the non-point.

"Brother Ling, this is not important."

"What's important, you tell me."

If anything happens now, he won't be angry anymore.Nothing could be greater than the "surprise" that Luo Wenchuan brought him.

"It's just...Luo Wenchuan, brother Ling, you have been together for so many years, logically I shouldn't say that. But you, have you investigated him, he seems to be Luo Huaishan's child."

"What did you say?"

Luo Wenchuan, Luo Huaishan, are these two people father and son?

"It's a surprise. After Luo Shupei's mother died, before Luo Huaishan married his current wife, he had another fiancée named Jiang Ran. This Luo Wenchuan should be Jiang Ran's child, and other investigations have not found it.

But Wei Yu said that Luo Huaishan's son Luo Shupei's health has not been as good as before, so Luo Huaishan is likely to focus on this youngest son.

Although Luo Wenchuan is an omega, it is better than a sick child.Brother Ling, Brother Ling, why are you silent? Are you still listening? "

"Listening to..."

Luo Wenchuan is indeed more useful than Luo Shupei, and he is not a delicate Omega, he is even rarer than the top Alpha.

Song Ling looked at the terminal in his hand, and suddenly laughed helplessly.

Luo Wenchuan is really capable.

Song Ling still went to the hospital, and before going to the hospital, he packed a dish from the old restaurant as usual.

One dish is not much, but enough for two people.

Song Ling used to dislike eating. To him, eating was nothing more than wrapping his stomach. He couldn't appreciate the beauty of food, so he never wasted time cooking himself.

Thinking about being busy for an hour, but having to finish the meal within 15 minutes, Song Ling felt that it was meaningless.

But since meeting Luo Wenchuan, things like eating have become different.He likes the children's bright eyes and satisfied expression when they eat delicious food, and he likes to sit opposite him and talk about little things that he wouldn't care about before.

Eating a meal like this for an hour, talking and laughing, is not so task-oriented.

It was also from the day he met Luo Wenchuan that Song Ling began to pay attention to which restaurant had special dishes and which restaurant made exquisite dim sum.

Luo Wenchuan likes to eat sweet and sour dishes, likes to eat peach blossom and rose cakes, likes to wear white, and likes to listen to songs with a strong sense of rhythm.

He never mentioned anything about Luo Wenchuan in front of Luo Wenchuan, but he knew it all the time, and he almost made it his own habit.

Outside the ward, the accompanying family members came and went with meals brought from the hospital canteen. Song Ling took a deep breath, and then opened the door to enter.

There is nothing to escape, and whoever leaves has to live.

Luo Wenchuan, who was trapped in a white soft pillow, was looking out of the window at the moment. He hadn't eaten for a while, and his complexion didn't look very good.

Almost instantly, when Song Ling pushed the door and entered, Luo Wenchuan raised his head.He looked at Song Ling who suddenly appeared in the ice ward, his eyes filled with brilliance in an instant, like a puppy waiting eagerly for its master to come home.

"Who would like to be a dog?"

Song Ling couldn't forget what Luo Wenchuan said.

It's hard work, being a good dog in front of others.

Song Ling thought of the word "dog", and suddenly felt sick in his heart. Some people look down on dogs, and some people are even worse than dogs.

"Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan's eyes were on Song Ling, and he called out, but there was no response.

"Where did Brother Ling go yesterday?"

Song Ling put the vegetables into a bowl and said dully, "I'm a little tired, so go back and take a nap first."

"Brother Ling slept for a long time, he must be exhausted." Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling with concern in his eyes.

Looking into these eyes, Song Ling suddenly felt that what he heard yesterday was like a nightmare. After waking up from the dream, Luo Wenchuan was still a piece of red gold in that Song County.

Song Ling once hoped very much to remove the dust from Luo Wenchuan's body, so that everyone could see Luo Wenchuan's brilliance, but it was only today that he realized that this person was far more "dazzling" than he imagined.

Enigma, Luo Huaishan's youngest son, how can there be times of dust.

"Have you had lunch yet?" Song Ling asked.

"No, I'm waiting for Brother Ling."

"Where's dinner?" Song Ling asked last night.

"No, I'm waiting for you."

"Noon." Song Ling didn't know why he asked, but he asked this question almost paranoidly.

"nor."

Luo Wenchuan's voice was very low. Since Song Ling left yesterday morning, he hadn't eaten anything all day.Song Ling's terminal trajectory came out of the restaurant, went to the hospital, and then went home, which made him very uneasy.

No.

Luo Wenchuan was full of lies, but only this sentence was believed by Song Ling.He looked at Luo Wenchuan's slightly blue eyes, and the emotions in his heart were mixed together for a moment, and he couldn't tell what kind of feeling he was feeling.

Unable to speak, I had to hand him the meal first.Even knowing that this person lied to him, Song Ling still couldn't help feeling sorry for her.

Feeling sorry for this person and taking care of this person has even become a habit of Song Ling.

The small table on the bed was set up, and Song Ling put the chopsticks on the bowl.

Luo Wenchuan didn't move his chopsticks, just looked at Song Ling quietly, he felt that Song Ling was different from usual, there was fire in Song Ling's eyes before, it was enough to light up the dark night, and it would never go out fire.But today, Luo Wenchuan didn't see the fire, and only the dark and silent pool came into view.

"Brother Ling, did Qinghe encounter any difficulties?" Luo Wenchuan asked.

Song Ling sat on the stool, glanced at the bright red sweet and sour pork tenderloin in the white porcelain bowl: "No, I'm just a little tired."

"If Brother Ling is tired, just sleep for a while."

"it is good."

Seeing Song Ling answering, Luo Wenchuan was about to put the small table aside and let Song Ling sit on it, when he saw Song Ling go to the bed that accompanied the escort and lie down.

During the past few days in the hospital, the two of them basically slept on a small bed, but today Song Ling was lying on another bed that had never been used.

Something must have happened.

What is it, what does Song Ling know.

Luo Wenchuan looked at the person lying on the bed with his back turned to him, and suddenly panicked.He rarely panicked, and he was always impeccable in his work, but this time, he panicked a lot.

He was afraid that the fire in Song Ling's eyes would never be ignited again, and he was even more afraid that this person would get further and further away from him.

The clock hanging in the ward reminded the passage of time, the food on the small table remained unchanged, and Luo Wenchuan lay on the bed until the nurse came for the infusion.

At this time a few days ago, Song Ling would sit by his bed and pull him into his arms, hold his wrist and pass it to the nurse, then whisper in his ear, "It doesn't hurt."

But today, this person is still lying down, as if he is escaping from something, or he has lost the motivation to get up.

"The blood sugar has been low for the past two days. You don't need to control your blood sugar at your age. Eating more nutritious food will help you recover." After putting the needle on, the nurse reminded her.

Song Ling heard this sentence.After the nurse left, Song Ling sat up from the bed, and saw a mouthful of untouched food on the small table.

Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling, his eyes were sore, he really wanted to ask why this person didn't coax him to eat today.

"Why don't you eat it?" Song Ling spoke first. He looked at Luo Wenchuan with imperceptible anger in his eyes. He didn't understand why some people would be willing to humiliate themselves to gain sympathy.

"It hurts." Luo Wenchuan's left hand was wrapped in gauze, his right hand was replaced with a new trocar, and the other end was connected to a hose for infusion. It seemed that he couldn't use force.

Song Ling took a deep breath, got up and took the food to the microwave oven in the duty room to heat it up, and then fed it to Luo Wenchuan himself after taking it back.

The dishes are sweet.Luo Wenchuan's eyes fell on Song Ling's slightly furrowed brows, he chewed and swallowed mechanically, completely unaware of the taste of the food he swallowed.

Halfway through the feeding, Song Ling got up to pour a glass of warm water.

Drinking water while eating is not a good habit, but he remembered that Luo Wenchuan had a thin throat, and he would not be able to swallow these blunt meals without soup.

Song Ling always remembered these little things. In the eyes of others, Luo Wenchuan paid too much and had no dignity.

But only Luo Wenchuan could understand Song Ling's unobtrusive love for him, which penetrated into every aspect of life.

Habits are very scary, Luo Wenchuan has been trapped in Song Ling's small tenderness, unable to extricate himself.

Once these loves change, he can also detect it immediately.

"Brother Ling, I bought something for you."

Luo Wenchuan took out a box from under the pillow, and Song Ling also took out a suede box from his pocket.

When Luo Wenchuan saw the box in Song Ling's hand, he froze for a moment.

what is...

What will it be?

"I have something for you too."

Song Ling opened the box, and inside the small red velvet box were two delicate metal rings, like a pair, with different textures made inside, low-key and restrained.

There are no Enigma suppression rings for sale on the market. This pair of suppression rings was custom-made by General Xiao at the Imperial Research Institute when Song Ling was in the military.

An Alpha's suppression loop, an Enigma's suppression loop.

The outer layer is shiny, and on the side close to the wrist, a simplified peach blossom is engraved. With a few strokes, the complexity is simplified, not too rigid, and it is very beautiful.

Luo Wenchuan used to disdain this pair of accessories, but now he likes it so much.

"For me?" Luo Wenchuan said with joy on his face.

"Correct."

Song Ling put the box on the small table in front of Luo Wenchuan, and pushed it in front of him.

At that moment, Luo Wenchuan's eyes glowed a little bit, but Song Ling's eyes could no longer see the slightest spark.

The two suppression rings are a pair, and one of them was originally planned to be given to Luo Wenchuan on his birthday in a few days.He doesn't plan to have these two suppression rings now, and he won't need them in the future.

"Brother Ling, can you put it on for me?" Luo Wenchuan asked.

Song Ling took out the suppression ring belonging to Enigma from the box, and put it on Luo Wenchuan's wrist.

The child's arms are very white, the color of a disease that has not seen the sun all year round.

Looking at the restraining ring on his wrist, Luo Wenchuan couldn't help but hook his lips. He likes it very much, and he has never liked anything so much.This was given to him by Song Ling, and he will wear it carefully.

"Brother Ling, put it on too, it's a pair." Luo Wenchuan emphasized the pair, and he looked at Song Ling, but Song Ling didn't move.

"Brother Ling?"

Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling expectantly, and the next second, Song Ling reached out to cover the box.

"Brother Ling, what's the matter?"

"For you." Song Ling repeated this sentence, and continued, "From now on, you can wear it to whoever you like."

"Brother Ling, what are you talking about, I like you, put it on."

Luo Wenchuan didn't quite understand the meaning of Song Ling's words, he was still immersed in the joy of receiving the gift at the moment.

Song Ling looked at Luo Wenchuan, suddenly not understanding.

How did this person do it? While saying that he likes him, he sent Qing He's hands to Luo Huaishan.

What does it feel like to live under a disguise all the time.

"Wen Chuan, after the contract is signed, you will stop attacking Qing He."

Luo Wenchuan's face darkened suddenly after hearing these words.

He raised his head to look at Song Ling, and sitting in front of him was a proud young master who grew up in the imperial capital with a sense of alienation all over him, a rookie who was decisive and brave when performing tasks, a top Alpha, in short, whether it was his Song Ling.

"Brother Ling, what are you talking about." Luo Wenchuan tried to restore, to restore the friendship that had been lost in the rolling river and flowed eastward with the water.

"I think you can understand, Master Luo."

As the young master of Luo Wenchuan's family, such an identity must be so precious and unattainable.

Song Ling still pierced the last layer of window paper between the two of them. To him, the illusions fabricated by lies are meaningless, and there is nothing but irony.

Luo Wenchuan's eyes were frosted in the summer, he took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually fell back to the velvet box on the small table.

Song Ling knew, he knew everything.

It was him, Luo Wenchuan, who broke into the terminal of Qinghe headquarters, he incited the masses on various websites and created public opinion, and it was he who contacted Professor Li, which led to the cooperation between Qinghe and Twilight.

It was him who approached Song Ling in order to divide the design as soon as possible.

Everything happened because of him.

"Brother Ling, you believe me, Qinghe is just mixed with fresh blood, it will not be any different from before. You believe me, I can do well, and after a while, I can return Qinghe to you." Luo Wen Chuan pushed away the small table in front of him, and put his hand with a trocar on Song Ling's neckline, "Trust me, okay, you will still be a shareholder of Qinghe, and this will not change."

There was a scorching, burning light in his eyes, Song Ling had been ignited by such eyes before.But to this day, I just feel chilled.

"Luo Wenchuan, do you know what you are talking about? Give me back Qinghe, do you think I care about Qinghe's shares? He is my mother's painstaking effort, you let her live as a cultural symbol, a symbol , What is the difference between ruining her."

Ms. Song has never bowed her head to anyone in her life, let alone exist as a vase, a symbol, or a symbol.She is the best Omega in the empire, someone whom Song Ling respects and loves deeply all his life.

He will never allow Qing He to be hurt, and he will never allow Ms. Song to be trampled on.

Luo Wenchuan saw fury in Song Ling's eyes that he had never seen before, this person was still angry, he was always like this, short-sighted, impatient, with the impulsiveness that Alpha was born with.Song Ling is very clear about himself, he is indeed not a qualified businessman.

"After the contract is signed, I will find a way to restore Qinghe's reputation. Brother Ling, you just need to wait, go back to Beicheng, do your tasks, and complete your studies. Promise me, don't get involved any more. okay?"

Luo Wenchuan didn't want to quarrel with Song Ling at this time, it was a meaningless behavior, Song Ling was obviously angry at the moment, he wouldn't listen to anything he said.

"Have you known Luo Huaishan?" Song Ling asked suddenly, he was very curious about what kind of role Luo Huaishan played in Luo Wenchuan's heart.

Luo Huaishan wanted to dabble in the terminal industry more than once. In order to prevent the balance from being broken, various companies have been restricting the related cooperation of Fengxing Group.With the terminal system as a breakthrough, Fengxing is like a tiger with wings added.

Returning Qinghe to him is easy to say, but hard to do.Not to mention whether Luo Huaishan is willing to let go, just Qinghe, which has already been labeled as popular, even if it comes back, how many terminal companies are willing to use it.

"Wen Chuan, you think everything too simply. You are Enigma, you are very smart, but you are still a student. With your current strength, you cannot do these things."

Song Ling stood up, Luo Wenchuan pulled the corner of his clothes in an instant: "Brother Ling, where are you going?"

Song Ling looked at the man with the trocar in his hand, and said: "I will go to Qinghe, it's still early, and there will be a better partner than Lin Fenghe, everything is still in time."

"No, you can only cooperate with me, Brother Ling, everyone is coveting Qinghe, you can't change it."

"Aren't you coveting? Wen Chuan, let go, you can't use force with this hand." Song Ling held Luo Wenchuan's hand, and opened Luo Wenchuan's fingers one by one.

He saw the backflow of blood in the hose, and felt a little distressed for a while.

"Brother Ling, you trust me."

"It's because I trust you too much that I'm where I am today."

Song Ling took the corner of his clothes out of Luo Wenchuan's hands, and walked to the door of the ward in a few steps.

"Brother Ling—"

Luo Wenchuan yelled, and this yell made Song Ling's fingertips resting on the doorknob stagnate.

"Wen Chuan, between us, let's stop here."

It was originally a conspiracy, but Luo Wenchuan became more and more real.

Song Ling opened the door and was about to go out. The next second, he felt a pain in his neck and his vision was instantly deprived.

The tall Alpha fell into a firm embrace, and Luo Wenchuan looked at the frowning person in his embrace, with a look of cruelty in his eyes.

When Song Ling woke up again, he was lying on a soft bed with a small moon lamp on the bedside.

With the dim light, Song Ling could see that his legs were wrapped with thick, unbreakable ropes, and his wrists were bound by ties and hoses for infusion.

Where is he.

The author says:

coming!

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