Chapter 15 Chapter 15 A messy smell

Jin Yu and Xie Mao were both in the dormitory.

Seeing Song Jianan start packing his luggage as soon as he came in, Jin Yu couldn't help but ask, "Why are you packing? Aren't you planning on going back to the dormitory?"

Song Jianan paused for a moment while folding clothes, and smiled faintly: "Well, I won't be coming back to live here for the time being, but I will keep the bed. Maybe I will come back someday."

Jin Yu wailed, his face full of regret.

Xie Mao's eyes fell sharply on Song Jianan's neck. When he came, there were two Band-Aids on the back of his neck. From the neck down, one could vaguely see one or two ambiguous red marks.

Xie Mao naturally looked away before Song Jianan noticed and said, "Are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together."

Before Song Jianan could refuse, Jin Yu nodded and said, "Yes, the three of us haven't had a meal together yet. Before you leave, at least let's have a farewell dinner. Bah, bah, bah, team-building, our first team-building."

Song Jianan couldn't help but curl his eyebrows and agreed.

He didn't have much stuff, so all the school items like bedding and washbasin were confiscated and quickly packed up for the driver to take back.

He had classes in the afternoon and evening, and the lunch time was a bit tight, so they decided to meet near the school.

As soon as the get out of class was over, he went straight to the place Jin Yu sent him.

But I didn't expect to meet Wen Xue and Cheng Ke in the hot pot restaurant.

Wen Xue was lively and enthusiastic, Jin Yu was outgoing, and Xie Mao and Cheng Ke had no objections, so the five of them arranged a dinner party on the spur of the moment.

The dinner table was mostly filled with the voices of Wen Xue and Jin Yu, with Cheng Ke occasionally chiming in, reminding Wen Xue to eat, thoughtfully and gently. Xie Mao rarely spoke, so Song Jianan was left to serve them the food and chime in from time to time.

After the dinner, before leaving, Wen Xue said to Song Jianan, "Brother Xiaonan, the model pictures will be out in the next two days. I'll send them to you then. By the way, the new samples will be out soon, about two or three weeks. Remember to make time."

Song Jianan nodded and said yes.

Wen Xue and Cheng Ke parted ways with the three.

Jin Yu's girlfriend asked him to pick her up and also took a taxi away.

Only Song Jianan and Xie Mao are left as singles.

Song Jianan looked at Xie Mao's slender figure, then looked at his own thin arms and legs, and sighed with envy: "A Beta can actually grow as tall and strong as an Alpha. I don't know how my senior's boyfriend got that."

Xie Mao's brows twitched slightly, and his tone was calm but thunderous: "He is an Alpha."

Song Jianan was puzzled: "Huh?"

Xie Mao: "Cheng Ke is Alpha."

Song Jianan was surprised: "How did you know?"

Xie Mao: "I know him."

Song Jianan frowned. The senior student didn’t seem to like Alpha. Did she know Cheng Ke’s real gender?

Xie Mao then said, "The special physiological periods of Alphas and Omegas mean they can't stay with Betas for long. Senior Wen should know Cheng Ke's true gender, otherwise she wouldn't be with him."

Song Jianan knew that he was probably wrong, but he didn't tell him. He was just slightly stunned.

It is precisely because Alpha and Omega have special physiological periods, while Beta is ordinary and not affected by pheromones, that Beta becomes the most suitable object to be kept. It can be easily controlled and can also be abandoned at will.

But at the same time, Beta can never combine with Alpha or Omega.

"Are you having trouble?"

Xie Mao suddenly asked.

Song Jianan didn't understand: "What?"

Xie Mao's eyes drifted to the Band-Aid on the back of his neck, his expression conflicted for a moment. "Forget it, if you need help, feel free to contact me and Jin Yu."

Song Jianan was a little confused as to why he suddenly said this, but he was still very grateful for Xie Mao's concern and smiled at him, "Thank you, I will."

Song Jianan's evening class and dormitory were in two different directions, so he and Xie Mao separated and walked away at the school gate.

After the evening class, Song Jianan walked towards the school gate with his schoolbag on his back.

I found a familiar car and opened the door, only to see a tall man sitting inside, as straight as a pine tree, his cold eyes raised at the sound.

It’s Song Yuqiao.

Song Jianan looked away, hesitant inside, but still got into the car, but sat close to the door, far away from Song Yuqiao.

As soon as he got in the car, a chaotic stream of pheromones instantly flooded into the back seat.

He was unaware of anything, holding his schoolbag in front of him with both hands, sitting upright, "Why is my brother here?"

"I just came back from the company and wanted to pick you up."

Song Yuqiao's eyes were dim and unclear, "Jia Jia, come here."

Song Jianan hugged his schoolbag tightly and moved towards him slowly.

It was only a few centimeters away from touching Song Yuqiao's thigh.

The schoolbag in his arms was thrown aside, and a strong force came from his wrist, and Song Jianan sat on Song Yuqiao's lap.

Song Yuqiao held the back of his head with one hand and pressed down on his face to kiss him. A faint smell of ice escaped from him and was well controlled around Song Jianan. It gradually became thicker and the coldness climbed up his exposed skin.

During the hot and scorching entanglement, Song Jianan vaguely realized that Song Yuqiao was unhappy again.

Suddenly, his tongue was sucked hard, and the root of his tongue felt painful. Song Jianan suddenly came back to his senses and felt that his waist was about to be strangled, but he was soon caught up in the dizziness brought by the wet kiss again and had no time to distract himself.

After the long kiss, Song Jianan leaned on Song Yuqiao's shoulder, breathing heavily, blending with Song Yuqiao's low breathing.

In the half-dark carriage, the alternating breathing and the rapid heartbeat were too ambiguous.

The car became increasingly quiet.

Song Jianan's thoughts gradually returned to his senses, his eyes falling on the car window where the scenery on the road flashed by quickly. He suddenly remembered that there was a third person in the car. His body tensed up instantly, and the shame made it almost impossible for him to raise his head.

There was also an indescribable resentment and grievance towards Song Yuqiao.

Song Yuqiao gently stroked his back with his palm. Apart from the smell of ice, he could not smell any other smell in his nose. He was satisfied and spoke in a much softer voice: "Jia Jia is not wearing an anklet."

The anklet had a bell that made a sound when walking, which was very strange and attracted other people's attention. After leaving Xihe Garden, Song Jianan quietly took it off in the car.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but heard Song Yuqiao say, "Alright, Jiajia can only wear it for me."

He replied hesitantly.

Song Yuqiao asked: "Where did you go today?"

Song Jianan was stunned: "I... didn't go anywhere. I was in school in the afternoon and evening."

He subconsciously ignored the idea of ​​having dinner with Xie Mao and the others.

"Yeah?"

Song Yuqiao said something ambiguous.

After a pause, he added, "But Jiajia smells like so many people."

"There are Alphas and Omegas."

Song Jianan: "I don't know..."

He couldn't smell pheromones.

The hand stroking my back stopped.

Song Jianan's heart skipped a beat and he looked over.

Song Yuqiao's expression remained calm as he stared into his eyes. "Other people's smell is terrible. I'll help Jiajia clean it up, okay?"

He seemed to be asking, but Song Jianan knew that he would not tolerate any objection, so he nodded obediently.

Whatever, he can't smell it anyway.

Song Yuqiao curled the corners of his lips. In the dim light, his face looked handsome and compelling.

Song Jianan was slightly stunned.

He suddenly came back to his senses when a kiss landed on his forehead.

"Get out of the car."

The car has stopped.

We have arrived at Xihe Garden.

After getting off the car, Song Jianan subconsciously took half a step back.

Song Yuqiao stopped, waited for him to catch up, took his hand, forced his five fingers into his fingers, and led him forward.

He had long legs, big steps, and walked so fast that Song Jianan almost had to jog to keep up with him.

Walk through the courtyard and hall and go straight to the master bedroom on the second floor.

Song Jianan panted lightly and barely kept up, looking up at Song Yuqiao's cold profile, not daring to ask or resist.

Song Yuqiao pushed him into the bathroom.

Song Jianan looked at him at a loss.

Song Yuqiao said, "Jia Jia, go take a shower, okay?"

"I'll get your clothes."

Song Yuqiao's figure quickly disappeared. Song Jianan frowned, not understanding why they were so anxious to let him take a shower. Could it be that it was just to go to bed earlier?

After he finished taking a shower, he put on the pajamas Song Yuqiao bought for him.

Song Yuqiao just hugged him, leaned over and seemed to sniff something at his neck, then quickly let him go, with no intention of going to bed with him right away.

Song Jianan was puzzled for a moment, and had to take out the book from his schoolbag, intending to review it for a while before going to bed.

Seeing that he wanted to study, Song Yuqiao asked him to go into the study together.

Song Jianan didn't really want to stay in the same space with him, but he didn't dare to refute him, so he could only follow him in cowardly. However, once he entered the study state, he had no time to care about Song Yuqiao, buried in the book, with a sad face.

Song Yuqiao looked up inadvertently and saw it. Her eyes swept across the textbook in his hand and then she looked away.

Song Jianan struggled to read the book for an hour and yawned several times.

I'm so sleepy.

But Song Yuqiao didn't seem to intend to rest.

He glanced at Song Yuqiao out of the corner of his eye.

Song Yuqiao is 1.98 meters tall, and he gives people a strong sense of oppression when he stands up. He sits at the table with his back straight, and the sense of oppression he gives people has not diminished. He is concentrating on his work and does not feel tired at all.

He has high brows and deep, narrow eyes. With the light from overhead, his tall nose casts a large shadow on his profile. His calm and focused look makes people temporarily ignore the oppressive feeling around him. He has an indescribable attraction.

Song Jianan didn't realize that his eyes were glued to Song Yuqiao. He stared at him blankly for a long time, and he didn't notice that Song Yuqiao's hand was holding the pen so hard that it was about to break. He hadn't turned the page on the document in his hand for a while.

"Jia Jia."

"ah?"

Song Jianan turned his head as if awakened and pretended to read a book.

Song Yuqiao looked up and said, "If you're sleepy, go to bed first. No need to wait for me."

Song Jianan nodded randomly in response, feeling relieved that he could finally go to bed. He quickly put the books into his schoolbag.

Two pieces of paper folded together somehow fell to the ground.

"Jia Jia, something fell."

Song Jianan had just zipped up his pants when he looked up at the sound and saw what Song Yuqiao was holding. His heart almost stopped beating and he reached out in panic.