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Brother Ling, let's spend a good susceptibility period

When a layer of mist rose from the man's eyes, Song Ling was stunned for a moment.

"Brother Ling."

Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling with puzzlement, asking for help, and anticipation.He is like a fish in a dry marsh, eagerly waiting for a heavy rain to come and rescue him.

"Wen Chuan, you..."

Song Ling paused for a moment, but did not ask the word "love".Luo Wenchuan is very young, he is not sure if this person really understands the meaning of this word.

Even at the peak of the wave, this person only used the word liking, which has a much worse meaning than love.

"Let me go." Song Ling's tone was a little tired.

Luo Wenchuan's eyes froze after hearing these words, he moved forward and rested his pillow on Song Ling's lap: "Don't leave, someone is looking for you."

"I know, my family is looking for me."

"It's not my family..." It's Luo Huaishan.

Luo Wenchuan put his arms around Song Ling's waist, and buried his face in his lap.

Song Ling touched Luo Wenchuan's head, and said seriously: "My family will be worried if I leave so quietly."

"No, Brother Ling, I used your terminal to send a message, saying that there is a mission in Beicheng, and you have to go back early." Luo Wenchuan's voice was always suppressed with a trace of uneasy emotions, like a mountain rain is about to come generally.

During the mission, private terminals are not allowed to be used for communication, Luo Wenchuan was thoughtful.Song Ling withdrew his hand, looked at the person on his lap, and was silent for a long time.

"How long do you want to keep me here?" Song Ling used the word "stay". It's not that he has no feelings for Luo Wenchuan, and he can't be unfeeling for a while.

"As long as Brother Ling agrees not to meddle in Qinghe's affairs and agrees to stay by my side in the future, you can leave at any time and go to Beicheng."

Luo Wenchuan raised his head, only the reflection of Song Ling's eyes turned into spring water.His face was white and flawless, it was the most innocent and lovable face in the world, but what he said made people's heart chill.

Song Ling quietly looked into Luo Wenchuan's eyes, and said nothing for a long time.

Luo Wenchuan is very smart, but it seems that he is born without some emotions that ordinary people should have.He is nice to a person in his own way, but he doesn't think about whether that person really likes it.

He is like a child who has been nurtured by saplings, only the body and tricks are nourished.

"Wen Chuan, you weren't like this originally, right?" Song Ling asked, he could feel that this person was originally a sincere and kind person, and shouldn't be so scheming and good at pretending.

Luo Wenchuan was silent for a moment, the light in his eyes moved.

What was he like before, a little beggar who couldn't make it to the stage and was abandoned by others, a little monster, and a little mute.In a place as big as Que City, he once walked around every street barefoot in the dark, and no one would ask him if he was cold or if his bare feet hurt.

After staying in the mud for a long time, people will hate the environment they once lived in, and want to live a clean and decent life, but find that no matter what, this past cannot be shaken off.

Song Ling is different, he was born superior, this superiority not only comes from his family background and top Alpha status, but also from his innate personality.

Luo Wenchuan will never forget the scene when he first met Song Ling.

At that time, Song Ling was standing by the viewing pool of the hotel, wearing the neatest shirt, with the most heart-warming, bright smile on his face.

He is proud, noble, and beautiful. He is the most perfect, unattainable, and unattainable luxury that Luo Wenchuan has ever seen in his life.

Luo Wenchuan once thought that he could only watch Song Ling from afar, but this person standing on a high place came down to give him a hand, and asked him, "Are you hungry?"

He was very hungry, but at that moment, he suddenly felt that it didn't matter if he starved to death.

Song Ling saw a string of tears running down Luo Wenchuan's face. This person has always been the child he loves the most and wants to cherish the most.

Wiping away the tears from Luo Wenchuan's face with his thumb, Song Ling lowered his eyes, suddenly not understanding why the two of them came to this point.

"Wen Chuan, you don't know Luo Huaishan. This person is terrifying. His scheming is far beyond your imagination. If Qinghe falls into his hands, there will be no day when he will return to Zhao. You think too much about everything." It's easy. Let me go, let me stop this matter, and we will talk about it later, okay?"

Song Ling wanted to persuade this person to come back, but there was still time to reset everything.

"I won't let you go." Luo Wenchuan's voice was a bit cold, he looked at Song Ling, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, "I said I would return Qinghe to you, but not now. Brother Ling , now I need Qinghe, I need an opportunity, you will support me, right?"

"I can't watch you get yourself involved."

Even now, Song Ling is still persuasive.He could feel that this man had a certain degree of hostility towards his father.Luo Huaishan has not announced the existence of Luo Wenchuan until now, there must be a reason for it, the relationship between the two of them must be much more complicated than he imagined.

"Stop it, Wen Chuan."

"It's too late." Luo Wenchuan stood up, looked at Song Ling coldly and said, "I can't stop this matter, Brother Ling, I must get Qing He, you just have to wait a few more days, waiting..."

"Luo Wenchuan." Song Ling interrupted Luo Wenchuan, and said solemnly, "You can't ask me to support you while pulling out the feathers on my body. If you insist, then the two of us are destined to stand together. opposite."

"Brother Ling, you must stay."

"I said, I want to go back." Song Ling also stood up, and he wanted to see if he could get out of this door today.

"Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan put his hand on Song Ling's wrist, and said in a deep voice, "You can't beat me."

"What did you say?" Song Ling looked at Luo Wenchuan, he couldn't believe it was Luo Wenchuan who said those words, "Don't tell me you still want to beat me, Luo Wenchuan, you are capable."

"I don't want to, so I'm asking." Luo Wenchuan's eyes fell to the ground, he didn't want to see Song Ling's angry eyes, which made him very uneasy.

"Are you begging? You have been guiding me from the very beginning, leaving me with only one choice. Luo Wenchuan, why did you become like this, saying that you like me, but at the same time wanting to hurt Qinghe."

Song Ling wanted to break away from Luo Wenchuan's hand, but found that this person could easily restrain his wrists.

Luo Wenchuan is an Enigma, an Enigma that surpasses Alpha, and there is no way to compete with each other physically.

"Brother Ling, it's dangerous outside, trust me."

"Nothing is more dangerous than an Enigma."

Song Ling has never been controlled by others in his life, but now he is controlled by Luo Wenchuan repeatedly. Is this physical suppression? Luo Wenchuan has already started to use Enigma's advantages to deal with him.

The little wolf dog has grown up and can bite people.

"Don't make trouble anymore Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan wrapped Song Ling in his arms and kissed his lips.

Song Ling opened his mouth and bit Luo Wenchuan, a bloody smell spread in his mouth.

Pheromone was gradually conveyed from between the lips and teeth, Luo Wenchuan clamped Song Ling's wrist, left Song Ling's lips, and bit the softest neck.

The sharp teeth pierced through the skin. At that moment, Song Ling noticed a different pheromone than before.

"Luo Wenchuan, you..."

"It'll be fine soon, don't think about it anymore, Brother Ling."

Feeling that the person in his arms was no longer in a stalemate with him, Luo Wenchuan grabbed Song Ling's waist and put him on the bed.

"Brother Ling, let's spend a good susceptibility period, these things are too disturbing." Luo Wenchuan had a smile that was almost weird.

He bent down and kissed Song Ling's neck delicately.

Song Ling is the Alpha that he marked. Although there is no knot, the connection between the two people due to the marking will not change. As long as he thinks, Song Ling will be in a susceptible period every day.

He didn't want to go this far, but Song Ling was too stubborn.

"Luo Wenchuan, you are really capable." Song Ling's voice was a little low, and it could be heard that he was suppressing some thoughts that he thought would not make it to the stage.

"Thank you Brother Ling for your compliment." Luo Wenchuan lifted Song Ling's chin, and blocked the mouth that made him feel uneasy.

Yinglang's face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and Luo Wenchuan quietly admired the changes in this person due to the susceptible period.

He saw the beautiful flowers blooming at the ends of Song Ling's eyes and eyebrows, and saw the awkward expression of this person who clearly wanted to be hugged.

Luo Wenchuan smiled suddenly, he embraced the person in his arms, and kissed him on the heart.

People who could still perceive day and night were engulfed in a lot of clear thoughts by the susceptible period.

Song Ling hated the influence that Enigma had on Alpha.Not being able to control his body is the most shameful thing he has done in the past 20 years.He wants to restrain and refuse, but because of instinct, he opens his arms to a person and hugs him.

well.

Luo Wenchuan is really a dog that he will never forget.

"Brother Ling, are you hungry?"

Luo Wenchuan's voice came from next to his ears. Song Ling opened his eyes and saw a person full of concern. He was startled for a moment, then realized where he was, and did something with Luo Wenchuan in this room. What, a sense of powerlessness arises spontaneously.

The self-control he was proud of for so many years was wiped out by Luo Wenchuan's pheromone.

Damn it.

"Stay away from me."

Song Ling's current reaction vividly reflects what it means to not recognize anyone when he lifts his pants.

Luo Wenchuan was in a good mood at the moment, he leaned over and kissed Song Ling's forehead, and asked him, "What do you want to eat, tell me, I'll do it."

He sat up and looked down at the person under the quilt, and the well-proportioned white muscles on his body just fell into Song Ling's eyes.

Some memories flooded back, Song Ling frowned, and said two words: "Wonton."

"Okay, Brother Ling, wait for me."

Luo Wenchuan smiled, and put on his nightgown generously in front of Song Ling.

After the people left, Song Ling got up and took a shower.The pheromone that Luo Wenchuan left on his body seemed to be planted in the bone marrow, no matter how much he washed it, he couldn't wash it away.

As soon as Song Ling thought that this thing was hooking him, he wished he could slap himself a few times to wake him up.

It sucks, this feeling.

"Master Luo, don't you need to go busy with Qinghe's affairs?" Song Ling asked after seeing Luo Wenchuan coming out of the kitchen wearing an apron.

It would be a waste to come here to cook wontons without typing the codes with these beautiful hands.

Luo Wenchuan put the bowl of wontons on the dining table in front of Song Ling, and said with a smile, "I'm with Brother Ling."

"You stay with me, you want to drag me." Seeing the time passing by, the contract is almost finalized.

"Brother Ling, you can say whatever you want." Luo Wenchuan's tone was very soft, he filled out the remaining wontons, sat in front of Song Ling, and ate breakfast in silence.

This person always looks so cute and pitiful that people can't bear to reprimand him.Putting on the most docile and submissive attitude, all he did was evil things that contradicted others.

After getting along with Luo Wenchuan like this for so many days, Song Ling could also tell that this person probably prefers to be soft rather than hard.He told the truth, Luo Wenchuan didn't like to listen to things related to Qinghe, and wouldn't let him continue, but if he talked about other nonsense, this person listened more seriously than anyone else.

"Give me a terminal." Song Ling said to Luo Wenchuan.

Luo Wenchuan was silent for a moment, and asked, "Who does Brother Ling want to send a message to?"

"I don't send messages, just give me a terminal that can only surf the Internet but not respond. I believe you can do it."

Unknowingly, Luo Wenchuan had become an omnipotent person in front of Song Ling. He subconsciously felt that Luo Wenchuan's accomplishments in terminals had reached a level that ordinary people could not imagine.

As it turned out, he was not wrong.

When Luo Wenchuan gave the terminal to Song Ling, Song Ling looked at the things in his hand for a while, then raised his head and asked him, "How did you do it?"

"I can't tell at the moment, but I'll tell you later." Luo Wenchuan put on his coat, took a last look at the person sitting on the sofa, and said, "Brother Ling, I'm going out for a while, maybe I won't be back tonight, you Just remember not to open the door to anyone but me, okay?"

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