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"Brother Ling, I can still..."

"Okay, I'll take you home."

Bringing Luo Wenchuan back to the emperor was not an easy task.

After Song Ling told his elder sister Song Fei about this, Song Fei said "I'm sick" and never replied.

Seeing Song Ling put down the terminal, Luo Wenchuan looked at him expectantly: "How about it, Brother Ling."

Seeing Luo Wenchuan's appearance, Song Ling couldn't bear to tell him the truth for a moment: "My eldest sister said it's fine, but she's been busy recently and can't see you."

"Then when are we going to the imperial capital?" Luo Wenchuan's posture was as if Song Ling said back this second, and he was going to leave in a car the next second.

In his life, he has never eagerly wanted to go to a place. Song Ling's home is the first and will be the only one.

Before Song Ling took Luo Wenchuan back to the imperial capital, he deliberately went to the place where Jiang Ran's ashes were.

Luo Huaishan meant to ask his assistant to dispose of Jiang Ran's ashes in time, but the assistant couldn't bear it and buried Jiang Ran in a cemetery in Quecheng.

This was the most silent day for Luo Wenchuan. He had already lost his mother, but only now was he able to see Jiang Ran's cemetery.

He sat in front of Jiang Ran's tomb for a long time, his eyes were empty and without a trace of brilliance, until the last cloud of clouds was swallowed up by the night as the sun set.

"It's getting dark, Brother Ling."

"Go home." Song Ling reached out and smoothed Shun Luo Wenchuan's hair.

Come back home.

Luo Wenchuan hadn't heard these two words for a long time.He used to hate winter nights very much. At that time, all the houses were brightly lit and everyone could go home, but he could only find a windless place to curl up for the night.

He didn't know how he persisted, but luckily he persisted.

Now everything is different, he has a family, Song Ling's.

It turns out that after a long night, one step further is the dawn of the sky.

"Are we going back to the imperial capital?"

"Emperor Capital..." It is certain that they will not be able to return back, and Song Fei's character can drive the two of them out of the house together.

"Let's live in Que City for a few days, I want to see the place where you grew up."

"Really?"

"Ah."

Luo Wenchuan took Song Ling's arm and suggested, "Then let's go to the hotel where we met for the first time."

"Meeting for the first time? That hotel was given to Luo Shupei by Luo Huaishan, shouldn't it be under investigation."

"No."

"No?"

"Well, I bought it."

"What did you buy?"

Song Ling was completely ignorant of Luo Wenchuan's economic strength. When he was hospitalized, this person couldn't even afford the hospitalization fee, so he actually bought Luo Shupei's hotel behind his back.

It is unfathomable.

Song Ling didn't have a big impression of this hotel at first. He remembered that it was late autumn. The people who were doing physical training at home were called by Ms. Song from Lincheng to Quecheng to attend Luo Shupei's birthday party together.

What I still remember deeply about the whole banquet is Luo Shupei's delicate, smiling, programmed face.

Until he found a little cat peeking at him at the banquet.This little cat has beautiful eyes, but he is very timid. He only looks at him secretly from a distance, and he walks unsteadily. He fell down on the stairs as soon as he stepped out of the hotel gate.

"Why were you so a little older at that time? I always felt that you were three or four years younger than me at that time." Song Ling tried to find this child again, but he couldn't find the right name.

Hearing this sentence, the person who had just taken a bath lowered his eyes and said, "I didn't have enough to eat at that time, and my development would be slower. Enigma differentiated later, and this also affected."

"Differentiation is late." Song Ling looked at the tight and beautiful muscles on Luo Wenchuan's chest, and suddenly thought of something, he put down the terminal in his hand, and asked him, "When you later found out that you were Enigma, how did you feel?" .”

From the flawed Omega to the extremely rare Enigma, that's not a small span.

When Luo Wenchuan heard Song Ling ask this, he suddenly fell silent.

"Why are you dumb?"

"I..." Luo Wenchuan paused for a long time, then sat on the edge of the bed and said to Song Ling, "During that time, I was very strange. I felt that I was amazing, no one was as good as me."

Sometimes on the ground and sometimes in the sky, Luo Wenchuan has always been in an extremely unbalanced state from extreme low self-esteem to extreme conceit.

"How long will your mentality last?" Song Ling asked.

Luo Wenchuan was silent again, he didn't want to tell Song Ling that he was still in this state in Song County.He even felt that Song Ling was similar to other Alphas except for his better appearance, the same impulsiveness and competitive nature.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Ling understood what was going on.

He should have guessed this little bastard's skilful way of acting like a baby and pretending to be pitiful. If Luo Wenchuan didn't need his pheromones to complete the differentiation, he might have seen Luo Wenchuan's state of being dragged in front of outsiders. up.

If Luo Wenchuan had assumed that superior attitude early in the morning, he would never have had any contact with such a person.

"You already knew what I like, so you chose what I like?"

Song Ling was born with a strong desire to protect. When many Alphas liked to bully the weak, Song Ling single-mindedly developed on the road of weeding out the strong and supporting the weak.Not to mention that this little thing Luo Wenchuan grew up according to his liking. When his eyes blinked and his little tears fell, his heart wished to melt together.

"Yes, and no. Maybe at the beginning it was to please her, and then..."

"Is the fake show really done?"

No wonder, who doesn't like being taken advantage of by others in the dark.As soon as Song Ling thought of Luo Wenchuan, that little bastard enjoying his love and care while slandering him in his heart, he wanted to crack open his head and see what kind of circuit was going on inside.

Seeing Song Ling's sullen expression, Luo Wenchuan didn't dare to speak further.

"Brother Ling, I was wrong. I was young and ignorant at that time, please forgive me." Luo Wenchuan leaned over, almost sticking to Song Ling's body.

Luo Wenchuan grew up almost freely. Before that, no one told him what it means to like him. His feelings for Song Ling grew wantonly in the third grade, and even he couldn't explain it clearly.

Before that, he had always felt that he had always only had a strong desire to possess Song Ling, but it was only later that he realized that it was love.

"Brother Ling, don't be angry..." Luo Wenchuan's surrounding temperature can drop a lot when he's cold, and few people can resist being coquettish.

Song Ling was tense for less than a few minutes, but he lost his temper completely due to this kind of hard work.

Luo Wenchuan's low profile can exceed anyone's imagination, he knows what Song Ling likes, and handles such things with ease every time.

Even in that kind of thing, Song Ling would be more and more pleasing.

"Brother Ling, I..."

"Can't make a knot."

"Ah."

When Luo Wenchuan said that he was serving Song Ling, he really spared no effort in serving him.

Song Ling had also thought about what it would be like under Luo Wenchuan's vigorous appearance.After thinking about it, he didn't think about it anymore, Luo Wenchuan was very smart when he was comfortable with this kind of thing, he learned this knowledge very quickly, and he didn't bother to think about who would go up and who would go down.

In the past few days in Que City, apart from going shopping, the two stayed in the hotel. Most of the time when they were alone, they talked on the bed and in the bathroom.

"Brother Ling, do you like it?" Luo Wenchuan raised his head to look at Song Ling, his eyes were shining brightly.

Song Ling was confused by this little bastard right now, seeing his cute look, leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips: "I like it."

He likes the pleasing moments on the top of the waves.

These two words gave Luo Wenchuan great encouragement, he looked up at Song Ling, then leaned over and bit Song Ling's neck.

The terminal beeped untimely at this time, Song Ling glanced at the interface, it was from Shen Yufeng.

This lack of thoughtfulness, call him right now to ask what to do.

"Will Brother Ling not answer the phone?" Luo Wenchuan asked him.

"Need not."

"Go ahead, in case there is something urgent."

Hearing these words, Song Ling raised Luo Wenchuan's chin and asked, "When did you become so obedient?"

"I've always been so obedient." A sly gleam flashed in Luo Wenchuan's eyes.

Song Ling leaned to the side, and the moment he answered the call request, the place that Luo Wenchuan kissed was still a little hot.

"what's up?"

Hearing Song Ling's voice, the other party said straight to the point: "Song Ling, do you know that Mr. Song is getting married!"

"Mr. Song, which Mr. Song?" Song Ling couldn't remember any relatives on Ms. Song's side who were getting married.

"Which Mr. Song, your mother, Song Ruozhi, your mother is getting married!"

Your mother is getting married.

These few words made Song Ling feel completely chilled. He pushed away Luo Wenchuan who was about to lean on him and asked, "With whom?"

His mother is getting married, why doesn't he know.

"Who else is there, Xiao Zeyan, your mentor."

Shen Yufeng's words made Song Ling's heart churn instantly.

Xiao Zeyan, when did it happen?

When the call request was cut off, Luo Wenchuan came over to help Song Ling massage his waist, and analyzed: "Xiao Zeyan retired three years ago. Although the captain's confidantship generally does not exceed 15 years, his retirement age It is indeed a bit early, this matter should have been premeditated."

It was premeditated, and indeed it seemed to be premeditated.

Song Ling never expected that the 36-year-old Xiao Zeyan would have a past with Ms. Song.

When did this start.

"You guessed it, why didn't you tell me earlier." Song Ling raised his leg and kicked Luo Wenchuan.

Luo Wenchuan said with an aggrieved face, "I didn't expect it to be with Aunt Song."

Before this, he had always thought that Xiao Zeyan was interested in Song Ling, but in this way, it would be troublesome to become a family.

Song Ling still took Luo Wenchuan back to the imperial capital, and the reason for going back was to organize the wedding of his own mother and mentor.

One can imagine the grandeur of the wedding between the boss of Qinghe and the retired general.

Most of the whole wedding was done by Song Ling and Luo Wenchuan, one because they had to do it, and the other was to please Song Ruozhi.

On the day of the wedding, many people came, especially the people from Quecheng, the northern city. Most of the people from the cronies team stood on the grass, just like going to the Quecheng council.

Ms. Song is still elegant, and the snow-colored wedding dress makes her whole body more beautiful. Standing with Xiao Zeyan, a handsome and borderless Enigma, she feels that her appearance is not enough.

Seeing her own mother marry another man, Song Ling still felt a little uncomfortable.Others are sending their daughters to marry, but he is sending his own mother to marry, no, it is not a marriage, it is Xiao Choyan who is married.

"Congratulations, Xiao Song, you will have a father in the future."

Then there will be a father.

This unfamiliar vocabulary feels even stranger today.

My heart was full of mixed feelings, and Ms. Song was already throwing flowers.Luo Wenchuan didn't know where he went. Song Ling was about to find someone, when Da Yuan saw Xiao Zeyan walking over.

"Director Xiao..."

Seeing Song Ling, Xiao Zeyan curled his lips slightly: "Aren't you going to say some blessings?"

"I, I'm sorry." Song Ling really didn't know what to say. It's not suitable to have a baby early, and it's strange to have a good marriage for a hundred years.

"Then take it as you said it."

"You and my mother, when..." Song Ling was still curious about this matter.

Xiao Zeyan didn't seem to mind this matter, he looked at the woman wearing a wedding dress not far away, and whispered: "The first time I saw her was when I was in school, she came to our school to give a speech."

"the University?"

"A little earlier, but unfortunately she already had a family at that time."

"Yes." Song Ling didn't have a deep impression of his father, that man didn't go home often, and would always quarrel with Ms. Song every time he came back.

"I don't think there is any possibility in my life." Xiao Zeyan's expression added a bit of regret, which soon melted away with a smile, "But she got divorced later, you know, I was so happy the day she got divorced Didn't sleep all night."

"Uh..." Song Ling remembered that he didn't fall asleep all night, and he was very sad. Human beings' sorrows and joys are indeed incompatible.

"Director Xiao's love life is really ill-fated." Even though he didn't want to comment, Song Ling responded politely.

I have to say that although Enigma is cunning, he is surprisingly dedicated.

Just as Song Ling was thinking, when he looked up, he saw his Enigma running over with a bouquet of white flowers.

"Brother Ling, look at this, Brother Ling, I snatched it." Luo Wenchuan sent the bouquet in front of Song Ling, at that moment it seemed that what the person handed was not flowers, but the most dazzling treasure.

Song Ling stood up and looked at the bouquet sent by the silly dog: "What are you fighting for with a group of little girls?"

"Who said only little girls can snatch it." Luo Wenchuan looked into Song Ling's eyes and asked him expectantly, "Can we do it too?"

What can I do, get married?

Was this little bastard proposing to him in this way?

"see your performance."

"Okay." Song Ling didn't agree, but Luo Wenchuan was still very happy. He was happy to be by Song Ling's side every day. Like a silly dog ​​who only had eyes for its master, he would wag his tail when Song Ling was happy.

Song Ling lowered his head to look at the bouquet in his hand, and suddenly felt that something was stuffed in his heart, and it was sweet and greasy for a while.

Luo Wenchuan has matured a lot in the past two months, he has become less self-willed, and knows when to compromise.All of this should be inseparably related to the reason for his knee injury, and that should be the one thing Luo Wenchuan wanted to bury most in his life.

Song Ling thought of the days when Luo Wenchuan knew the truth, and felt a pang of soreness in his heart. He didn't want the past pain to add bitterness to the future of the two of them.

Whether it is hatred or resentment, if it lingers in your heart for a long time, it will become a cage that locks you up;

Song Ling couldn't completely forgive Luo Wenchuan's recklessness back then, but he was willing to give this person a chance to make amends.

The whole day's busyness made people feel infinitely sleepy. At the end of the moon, Song Ling stood under the flower corridor and yawned.

"Sorry." A child's voice brought Song Ling's wandering thoughts back to reality.

He lowered his head and saw a child holding a broken brooch in his hand.It broke into two halves when it was dropped. The quality of the brooch that Luo Wenchuan customized was not very good.

"It's okay, I didn't wear it properly." Song Ling touched the child's head, and reached out to take the brooch in his palm.

Where the gemstone and the base separated, a black object appeared in the fundus of the eye.

This is, chip?

Song Ling stared at the chip he had been looking for for a long time under the light, and suddenly smiled.

Luo Wenchuan, this little thing, was beyond his expectation.

Will there be such surprises in the future?

"Do you like it, Brother Ling?" Luo Wenchuan walked over at some point, and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind.

Song Ling put the chip away, looked back at the person whose eyes were full of sincere admiration, and his heart suddenly moved.

"like."

I like such surprises, and I also like such a young man who shares his worries.

Luo Wenchuan gently kissed the corner of Song Ling's lips, and before the wine-scented lips left, Song Ling wrapped his arms around Luo Wenchuan's shoulders to deepen the kiss.

The sweet wine smell mixed with peach blossoms overflows in the cool moonlight, and grows wantonly with love in the corridor full of flowers.

Luo Wenchuan didn't speak, but at this moment, Song Ling could hear the boy's heart beating in his chest, saying that he loved him.

Love so much that as long as there is a glimmer of life, they will run towards him desperately until they embrace again.

The author says:

It’s finally over, the episode will be updated from time to time, thank you big treasures for your company, love you ovo;

The nutrient solution of the "North Lane" of the thank you——