Pain fetish

It wasn't until the night robbed the sunset that Fu Ge woke up leisurely. At that time, Qi Han had already taken hundreds of photos of the two of them, and worked diligently on editing the photos.

Little Beta hooked his fingertips, "Ahan..."

Qi Han immediately put down the phone, "Brother woke up, how is it, does it still hurt?"

Fu Ge frowned, as if suppressing the pain, "A little bit, I have no strength, what's wrong with me?"

"It's still an old problem, the inner cavity is inflamed, and my brother is intolerant to my pheromones."

"Intolerance? How come, aren't you my alpha?"

Qi Han was stunned by these words, his eye circles turned red for a moment, "What did you say just now? What am I yours?"

After reacting, Fu Ge's ears turned red, "Are you going to make fun of me even for this? How did you learn so badly?"

Qi Han approached him with a smile, grabbed his hand, panted quickly, and his voice was trembling, "It's not a joke, but I really want to hear it. It's been a long time since you've spoken to me about love, can you say it again?"

Fu Ge squeezed out a hum from his nasal cavity, pinched the tip of his nose, and was as gentle as a handful of mist, "What kind of love talk is this, why are you so easy to coax now, Qi Han is my alpha, my boyfriend, My love, my family, my soul mate, my—”

"Okay, okay! It's okay! Stop talking!" He interrupted incoherently, pounced on Fu Ge like a big dog, half lying on Fu Ge's body, his heartbeat was transmitted to Fu Ge through his chest, it was like beating a drum. jump more than.

He was so excited that his voice was mixed with crying, "Brother, please forgive me, don't talk so much at once, I am about to die suddenly from a heartbeat."

He took out his mobile phone and turned on the recording, and looked at Fu Ge as if begging, Yin Hong's eyes were covered with a layer of water vapor, "Say it again, okay, I want to set it as an alarm."

Fu Ge opened his eyes wide in embarrassment, "You, you are not ashamed, what if someone overhears you?"

"If you hear it, you will hear it." Qi Han even looked forward to that kind of thing, "If you hear it, will there be a second person who knows that brother confessed to me?"

I'm no longer the only one who knows about this bitter relationship, even if it's just the result of you whitewashing it with the most false lies.

"Can you be more childish, Mr. Qi, how old are you?" Little Beta pinched his cheeks and tugged at him, laughing and disgusting him.

"Then will you record it for me?" Qi Han lowered his request: "I'm sorry, I won't set the alarm, I will listen secretly."

"What's so interesting about this." Fu Ge asked casually, "When do you want to secretly listen?"

Qi Han smiled, leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words: "Thinking of listening when you punch..."

"You..." Fu Ge's cheeks flushed red, and he pushed him with feigned anger: "You speak in broad daylight."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, so I won't talk about it in the future, okay?" He rubbed on people's bodies for a long time like he had a sticky disease, and said while rubbing: "My good brother, please record it for me, please, Bodhisattva, ancestor, please."

Fu Ge couldn't stand his torture, so he finally let go, and recorded what he said just now, and was forced to repeat it several times to check for mistakes before being let go.

He just woke up and was still very weak, and after chatting with Qi Han for a while, he fell asleep again. Alpha kissed him between the eyebrows, and smiled and rubbed the corners of his curved mouth, "Sweet dream baby, I will help you heal."

His voice was so low that Fu Ge couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

"It's nothing, just sleep."

Helping people cover the quilt, he quietly walked out of the ward. The moment the door closed, the smile on his face was frozen as if the pause button was pressed. After two or three seconds of being stiff, he slowly turned lonely.

At this time, inside the door, the sleeping Fu Ge suddenly opened his eyes. He clutched his sore heart, turned around and lay down on the pillow.

This wooden door is like a barrier between reality and dreams. Inside the wooden door, they are reconciled lovers. Outside the wooden door, they are engaged in an unknown fight and sacrifice.

Qi Han knew well why Fu Ge suddenly showed his affection, and he still agreed to record a lot of blunt love words after he said the punch.

Because Fu Ge would give him a little sweetness every time before advancing the plan.

No one mentioned the illness and the sale of glands, but just saying "you are my alpha", Fu Ge has already won.

Because not mentioning it means that Qi Han has decided to do it, and it is a sign of shrinking to advocate the difficulty and danger.

Qi Han edited this recording together with the previous audio of Fu Ge caring about Qi Chuan, and listened to it many times. Even in his dreams, he imagined the mood of little Beta when he said these words.

Fu Ge was lying to him, and he was lying to himself.

Early the next morning, Chen Xing hurried back, his eyes were black and blue, and when he entered, he dragged Qi Han into the bathroom.

"Any news?"

"Yeah." Chen Xing glanced outside to make sure there was no one there, so he half-covered his mouth and whispered: "Last month, an omega died in a car accident, and the family agreed to donate his glands, but I don't know why this gland It flowed into the black market, and it should have been sold by unscrupulous doctors, I found out, and a week later, someone offered it on the black market, asking for 300 million yuan."

"A week later..." Qi Han murmured with a wry smile, "He just can't wait."

"What? Why can't you wait? Why can't I understand what you've said recently?"

"No." Qi Han thought for a moment and said to him: "Three things, you need to do it immediately and finish it within a week."

Chen Xing looked serious: "Say it."

"First, find the family members of this omega and give them 300 million. They probably don't know that their child's glands have flowed into the black market."

Chen Xing nodded, "This matter must be hidden, I have to open a new account."

"No need," Qi Han retorted, "You have to do it with great fanfare."

"What the hell? Are you crazy?" Chen Xing looked at him like a fool: "I'm afraid that others won't know it's you? Then I might as well give money in your name."

"Not in my name."

Qi Han said seriously, "It's in my father's name."

Qi Han's father, Qi Ji, devoted his whole life to the research of inhibitors and glands, and established the Omega Gland Protection Foundation while still alive to help omega with gland defects.

The foundation has been in operation for more than ten years. He has invested more than 500 million yuan and helped hundreds of omega anonymously. After his death, Qi Han took care of it.

Surprise flashed across Chen Xing's face, "You want to take Uncle Qi out first?"

"Well, here's the second thing."

He turned on the phone and transferred a document from Chen Xing, "I have a list of all the donors for more than 20 years, please help me to contact them, if they are willing, ask them to write a thank you letter for me, and then contact Xuan The ministry posted it online. Within a week, I want everyone to know what my father did for omega gland protection."

Chen Xing's eyeballs trembled, and he understood everything, "You are determined to do it, and you are afraid that Uncle Qi will be hurt by the incident in the future, so you should elevate him first, so that if the real thing comes to light, the most people can say is that Uncle Qi has nothing to do with his son." square."

"Also... that's fine." Chen Xing's voice was a little hoarse: "Uncle Qi has kept a low profile all his life, and it's time to highlight it. There is one more thing?"

Qi Han paused, and spoke very slowly: "The last thing, the report on the accident in my house nine years ago, you turn it out and let it explode again."

"What... what?"

Chen Xing's throat was choked, and his eyes were full of disbelief: "Why is this? It's unnecessary, well, it hasn't reached this point yet, has it?"

The tragic murder case nine years ago caused a sensation in the capital for half a year.

A scientist and his son were imprisoned in their own home, tortured and beaten. Finally, the scientist was shot and died.

At that time, there were a lot of reports about this matter, and even if the photos of the crime scene were coded, it could be seen how cruel and bloody it was. The enthusiasm did not subside until Qi Han returned from treatment in the nursing home two years later.

He was 16 years old at the time. Countless reporters went to his home to interview him under the banner of condolences to the victim, surrounded him in the living room and asked every detail of the year, and then published it on the Internet with exaggerated language, calling on everyone to come. Sympathy for this child.

That was what Qi Han feared the most when he was young, even worse than being pricked by a needle.

No victim is willing to be torn apart repeatedly. Qi Han never needs sympathy from others, what he needs is forgetting.

But everyone said lightly: "How are you doing now?" It was like taking him back to that small building and Lingchi again.

It took him many years to clear up those reports, so now Chen Xing really doesn't understand why he has to dig them out again.

Qi Han seemed to have thought of those things too, and his breathing gradually became difficult, and his right hand, which had been stabbed dozens of times, was also shaking.

"The Foundation alone is not enough."

He closed his eyes, and said with difficulty: "Once the matter is revealed, my father will definitely be implicated. A reasonable person will say that he has no way to teach his son, and at most he will sigh a few words. But there are always people who will speculate wildly, thinking that the Foundation is Clean, we must use other things to completely block their conjectures."

And the tragedy of that year was an excellent tool to divert attention.

Tragic childhood and inhuman torture are enough to change a person's character. Qi Han would rather uncover the scars and shift the focus to himself. The result he wants is the day when the incident is revealed, and everyone knows——

The scientist who dedicated his life to the protection of the glands did not teach his son badly. It was Qi Han himself who was tortured and caused his personality to be distorted and psychopathic.

From the moment he decided to help Fu Ge send himself into the abyss, he didn't intend to implicate anyone.

"There is no way to teach a child" is also not acceptable, he wants his father's name to be clean forever.

Just leave the abuse and criticism to yourself.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

Qi Han drove to the cemetery alone, which is the resting place of his father.

"Here comes Dad." The beer bottle knocked on the tombstone, and he sat on the ground indistinctly, raised his head and took a sip of the wine, and began to report on work as usual.

"I haven't come here this year, and I'm too busy with work. My proposal was officially launched at the beginning of the year, and it's halfway through now. If it succeeds, the price of the inhibitor you designed can be reduced by a quarter, and there will be More people can afford to buy and use."

It was the last research result of his father, and Qi Han couldn't use it himself, so he wanted others to benefit from it.

He reported his work one by one according to the month, and then suddenly mentioned a small matter, and joked himself: "I celebrated my birthday when I was 21. I invited two actors to play you and my mother. I have never been embarrassed to tell you. I'm afraid you'll laugh at me, such a grown-up would still do such a thing."

He took a sip of wine as he spoke, bowed his head in silence for a long time, and smiled suddenly: "Their acting is nothing like it, half a year's salary wasted for nothing..."

His father was a scientist and his mother was a dancer, but those two actors acted like pimps.

"And then in September, my...boyfriend came back."

He settled on these three words after speaking for a while, "Xiaoge, do you remember? I told you many times."

No one would share his love and excitement when he was young. When he was seventeen or eighteen, he would often come to his father's graveyard to show off the surprises Fu Ge gave him.

"We're reconciled." Qi Han's tone was brisk, and he opened another bottle of wine, and said, "In February next year, you should be able to get married. It's in the small winery. There's no one coming. Come if you're free. Take a look and take my mother with you."

Night Breeze was very quiet, with only his own voice around, he took out his mobile phone and called a driver for himself, and had another drink with Tombstone.

Drunk on the rise, some words can't be kept secret.

"Dad, actually I lied, Xiaoge didn't come back to reconcile with me..."

He came to send me to hell...

"I did to him what happened to us back then."

"I don't know how I could do it. I seemed crazy at the time, and I didn't have any sense at all, but if I did it, I did it. So now, I am not wronged at all, and I deserve it."

But until now, he still hopes that those plans are all his own imagination.

After sitting for a while, he drank the last sip of wine, got up and tidied himself up, and stood in front of the tombstone to bid farewell to his father.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it."

"Next year's Tomb-sweeping Day, I... won't be able to come. If you are still there, just look for me. I may not be able to go home by myself..."

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7 said that he couldn't go home because no one mourned him, as I wrote earlier.

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