【63. Can't understand what people say】

Cheng Qingxing felt cold from the rain. When he returned to the Mushroom House, his first reaction was to go in and turn off the live broadcast phone there.

Because he appeared so quickly, the audience in the live broadcast room had no time to react and only saw a black shadow appear.

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Cheng Qingxing went into the bathroom, took a shower and when he came out, the program crew had already brought all the things they wanted to buy.

The cameraman saw that only Cheng Qingxing was there, so he asked, "Where's Mr. Zheng?"

"Maybe he died outside." Cheng Qingxing said with a grin, and then began to pack the daily necessities brought by the cameraman into the room.

"First lay out the mat, then the quilt..."

As Cheng Qingxing spoke, he began to tidy up the things in the room.

The cameraman outside asked him if he needed help, but Cheng Qingxing immediately refused.

"I can do it myself. You guys can leave first. It's getting late. Go to bed early."

When the cameraman heard what he said, he just left.

Cheng Qingxing cleaned up silently, and his movements became slower and slower. Finally, the hand that was holding up the pillowcase suddenly stopped in the air.

His hand stayed in the air for more than ten seconds, his vision began to blur, he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, and then he suddenly laughed.

Tears couldn't stop falling, and I rubbed my eyes to stop the tears from falling.

In fact, I didn't suffer any injustice. I just said a few words and got a little rained.

There was a constant sound of rain outside, and the raindrops were crawling along the glass windows of the mushroom house. Cheng Qingxing's knuckles turned blue and white as he gripped the pillowcase.

As the tears hit the coarse bed sheets, leaving dark marks, the door hinge suddenly made a slight sound.

“Squeak—”

Zheng Xuhe was leaning against the door frame, water still dripping from his suit trouser legs, and holding a bulging waterproof bag in his hand.

"Inhibitor." He threw the bag to the bedside, and the metal box made a crisp sound. "It's the latest model. It's more reliable and faster than the one you used before."

Cheng Qingxing didn't raise his head, but rubbed his eyes with his fingertips: "Did Mr. Zheng change his career to become a pharmacist?"

Zheng Xuhe didn't respond. He went straight to the bathroom, took out a dry towel, and wrapped it around Cheng Qingxing's still dripping hair.

His movements were more cautious than handling fragile antiques, as if the person in front of him was a paper moon wet by rain, which would wrinkle if he applied the slightest force.

"If you insist on pretending to be Beta, there's nothing I can do about it." Zheng Xuhe's canine teeth unconsciously rubbed across his lower lip, "Your estrus period should be approaching. This inhibitor is better than the one you used before."

Cheng Qingxing suddenly sneered.

He grabbed Zheng Xuhe's wrist with his backhand and pressed the other's palm hard on the back of his neck.

The suppression patch was swollen by the rain, and the hideous old bite marks underneath were trembling: "Did you not listen to a word I just said to you?"

After the live broadcast was interrupted, the cabin seemed to have been muted, with only the dull sound of raindrops hitting the iron roof.

Zheng Xuhe walked slowly in front of him, step by step, approaching him, looking at his red eyes, raising his hand, his fingertips sinking into the Omega's fragile glands, and suddenly remembered that Cheng Qingxing was trembling like this on the day they got the marriage certificate.

The air conditioner in the Civil Affairs Bureau was turned on too high, and the edge of the inhibitory patch was frozen red. He still smiled and said, "Zheng Xuhe, how about taking a photo as a souvenir?"

How did he respond at that time?

"It's inconvenient. It's not appropriate to be seen in public."

At this moment, the corners of Cheng Qingxing's eyes were redder than that day, and the lines of his shoulders and neck wrapped in a bathrobe were as tight as a sword drawn from its sheath.

Zheng Xuhe suddenly pulled his hand back and took out a sealed box from the bottom of the waterproof bag.

The inhibitor was sprinkled directly in front of him, and he said gently: "Even if it's an ordinary Omega, I will give him the inhibitor."

Cheng Qingxing met his gaze, raised his hand, and shook off Zheng Xuhe's hand, "Then I really want to thank you."

He picked up the inhibitors spilled on the bed one by one and put them in a drawer beside him.

No matter what Zheng Xuhe thinks, Cheng Qingxing really needs this inhibitor.

During the estrus period and with the scarcity of supplies on the island, this inhibitor will definitely be useful.

It was that sentence, "ordinary Omega", that really made him want to laugh.

"He is indeed an ordinary Omega, not as good as those around you." Cheng Qingxing said in a mixed tone, then turned around and went to his room to clean up for him.

Cheng Qingxing actually didn’t want to help Zheng Xuhe clean up, but people had sent him medicine, so he had to do something, right?

Just help him clean it up, and we'll be even.

Cheng Qingxing's fingers paused on Zheng Xuhe's suitcase.

The black leather case contained three rows of inhibitors, all manufactured within the past week—newer than those in his drawer.

"Is Mr. Zheng changing his career to open a pharmacy?" He picked up a tube at random, the metal packaging glowing coldly under the light, "Or -"

His fingertips traced the security code on the bottom of the inhibitor box. "You know, I don't have time to buy it?"

Zheng Xuhe leaned against the door frame without saying a word, the rain on his suit forming small puddles on the floor.

Cheng Qingxing suddenly remembered that rainy night three years ago. This man was standing at the entrance with the same look, holding the divorce agreement in his hand and said, "Cheng Qingxing, let's talk."

Zheng Xuhe was in the same miserable state then as he is now.

It was he who proposed the divorce. At that time, he just sent a text message saying that he wanted a divorce.

Zheng Xuhe was receiving an award at that time, but the news Cheng Qingxing saw at that time was not about Zheng Xuhe receiving the award, but the news about his scandal with the daughter of the investor.

The scandal with the daughter of the Bai family was on the hot search at the time. He didn't think Zheng Xuhe would be with the daughter of the Bai family, but he did think that there was no need to be entangled with Zheng Xuhe anymore, so he filed for a divorce.

Memories rolled back like barbs, and Cheng Qingxing slammed the suitcase shut.

The metal buckle made a crisp sound, which sounded very much like the shutter sound at the Civil Affairs Bureau that day.

"No need to clean up." Zheng Xuhe watched his actions, turned around and walked out the door, "I can do it myself."

Zheng Xuhe suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Cheng Qingxing looked at his fair hands. There was still rain on them, but his palms were burning hot.

He raised his hand, and his canine teeth scraped across the loosened inhibitor patch on the back of his neck. "You are about to enter estrus, so be careful when recording the show recently. After all, there are so many Alphas, and they will have a big impact on you."

Cheng Qingxing felt uncomfortable listening to his words, so he shook off his hand, and the belt of his bathrobe loosened in the process. "I feel that Mr. Zheng is not reminding me out of kindness. He must have other ideas, right?"

The air suddenly froze.

Zheng Xuhe's pupils shrank into dangerous vertical lines, and pheromones overflowed uncontrollably.

The smell of red wine wrapped around the Omega's fragile glands, making Cheng Qingxing very uncomfortable, so he subconsciously took a step back.