Chapter 11 Chapter 11 No, just an ordinary classmate, he...
On a rainy night, the black lights of the Maybach broke through the twilight and sped towards the Central Hospital.
Inside the car, Feng Wen looked straight ahead, recalling the scene when he found Xie Zhizhi downstairs of Building A.
When he picked the person up with one hand, the phone that Beta was holding loosely in his hand finally had no support and fell to the ground with a thud.
Although the sound of rain was pouring down a few steps away, Feng Wen felt that it was not as harsh as this one.
He picked up the phone with a little inconvenience, and saw a series of dial numbers close together through the screen that was still on.
There were four calls in total, and none of them went through. The owners of the four numbers tacitly chose to wait for the ringtone, which was not at the right time, to ring again and again.
So Xie Zhizhi must have been at his wit's end and wanted to call 120.
But the three numbers were not completed.
Maybe he felt it was unnecessary, so he went downstairs by himself.
Only the two numbers 12 remained on the dial pad.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have waited. Feng Wen stepped into the rain and could hear his own heavy heartbeat through the pressed bodies of the two people.
The Maybach didn't slow down at all when turning.
Before the last red light, Feng Wen saw Xie Zhizhi, who had been frowning and drowsy, move slightly, as if he was slowly activating himself.
After opening his eyes, Xie Zhizhi's left hand instinctively reached out to the back of his neck and scratched it impatiently. His drowsy brain had no consciousness to restrain his strength, and within a few seconds, large red scratches were left.
Feng Wen frowned, reached out and grabbed Xie Zhizhi's wrist, firmly pinning him to the armrest.
"Xie Zhizhi?"
The person who was called hummed twice in dissatisfaction and opened his eyes slightly.
But what is conveyed before vision is pain.
The tingling sensation radiated outward from the neck. Xie Zhizhi took a deep breath and his eyes moved slowly, falling on his imprisoned wrist.
"Why are you calling me?"
He heard the other party ask this question, with little fluctuation in tone, and the content was very abrupt and without any preparation.
It left him confused.
“…Hmm?” There’s no need to ask so many whys.
His drowsy brain passively recalled.
About ten minutes after Feng Wen went downstairs, he noticed an abnormal tingling in his neck, and it was reasonable for him to think of the Omega doctor's advice - there might be a small amount of secondary discomfort during the process.
After biting the biscuit and weighing it for a while, I realized the pain was getting worse, so I fumbled for my phone, desperate for medical help...
"Since you just left not long ago, just hit me casually."
Xie Zhizhi said softly that he didn't take the call seriously at all.
His plan was this: if Feng Wen answered the phone and happened to be nearby, he would politely ask if he could give him a ride. If the call didn't go through, he could just leave it at that and take a taxi to the hospital. If all else failed, he could call 120 for help - it didn't matter to him either way.
I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
"Just a casual fight?"
Feng Wen tilted his head to look at him.
What else? Xie Zhizhi looked at him doubtfully.
After a few seconds, Feng Wen looked away.
His brain was as dull as paste and he couldn't process any detailed information at all. Xie Zhizhi just felt that the atmosphere in the car was inexplicably bad.
So he planned to say something nice to calm the situation.
"Thank you for picking me up, Feng Wen. You're so nice."
Alpha squeezed out a bland monosyllable from his nose, without commenting.
Xie Zhizhi was too confused to think about what this meant.
He slowly closed his eyes and endured the unbearable pain that felt like being pricked by needles all over his body.
The car stopped.
Xie Zhizhi did not comment on Feng Wen's complete awareness of moving things up and down, and lay quietly on Alpha's reliable shoulder.
Half an hour later, Xie Zhizhi, whose blood had been drawn, lay in Feng Wen's arms, holding a long list of test results. He weakly heard Feng Wen repeat the doctor's words in confusion: "Skin allergic reaction caused by excessive stimulation of pheromones."
"Did you do any strenuous exercise?" the doctor asked at the time.
Xie Zhizhi said nothing and pretended to be dead.
Then, the doctor's long list of instructions ran through my mind -
Apply medicine to the wound every 4 hours and avoid contact with water. If necessary, you can buy a medical pheromone blocking bracelet...
?
What are you talking about? Am I not a beta? What are you thinking of buying a pheromone-blocking bracelet for an omega?
"No." Xie Zhizhi was very selective in avoiding seeing a doctor.
The end result was a second shot within 48 hours.
*
Ten o'clock in the evening, Anhuan Bay.
"Call me if you have anything." Feng Wen sent the person downstairs. After taking out the cigarette box, he did not take out a cigarette immediately. Instead, he looked up at Xie Zhizhi.
The person being stared at nodded weakly, feeling that although his current state was not very lively, the past would not happen again, and there was a 99% chance that what the alpha said would not come true.
But he never goes against people's kindness.
"Thank you for troubling you today, Feng Wen. I'm leaving now." Xie Zhizhi raised his hand and lightly pressed the elevator button.
Feng Wen hummed, then lowered his head and took a bite of a piece of black ice.
The lighter dinged.
Xie Zhizhi waved goodbye to him slightly. His body, which was not strong to begin with, looked even more shaky due to the illness. He put down his hand and staggered into the elevator.
The red light on Feng Wen's lips flickered, and after a while, he turned and left.
The elevator car climbed all the way up.
The slight feeling of weightlessness was overly noticeable at this moment. Xie Zhizhi felt as if his brain had lost its fulcrum and was shaking unsteadily.
A few seconds later, the elevator door slowly opened. Without thinking, he unlocked it with his fingerprint and went straight into the bedroom, where he soon fell into a deep sleep.
Xie Zhizhi had a dreamless sleep and was woken up by the ringing of a phone call.
Over there, Song Huanqing, who was sitting in the side hall, had a hint of anger between her brows, and her lipstick-coated petals were pressed under her lips, making her usually gentle and charming face lose some of its spirit.
This was the eighth call he had made since last night until this moment.
While the ringtone rang, he clicked on the text message. In the dialog box with the note "Zhizhi", the green bubble never received a response.
There are more and more no rules.
"Hello...Mom." The phone was finally connected, and Xie Zhizhi's voice was low and hoarse.
The phone call made her ignore the unconcealed gloom in her son's voice. Song Huanqing got straight to the point: "Zhizhi, you actually hit Chen Che? Tell me, why were you so impulsive?"
Ever since she heard Mrs. Bai jokingly say, "They are still children after all, and act too impulsively. The youngest son of the Shen family left the car with a slap mark on it. I don't know what kind of conflict the couple had," her mood took a sharp turn for the worse and has never improved.
What does it mean to have a car with a slap mark on it?
Xie Zhizhi had always been very sensible, but did he know the consequences of this slap?!
“…”
On the phone, apart from the sound of breathing, Song Huanqing didn't hear a word for a long time.
And Xie Zhizhi, who buried his face in the pillow, certainly couldn't tell Song Huanqing that Shen Che was going crazy with pheromones and even wanted to bite his neck.
Because he knew Song Huanqing's answer very clearly: you should let him do it.
Whether it's an omega that can be marked or a beta with glandular degeneration, even if the pheromone retention time is short, it can be put into operation smoothly. This is a God-given opportunity.
Although his son plays a role similar to sacrificial cattle and sheep, the money, connections and resources he brings with him are not fake.
So Xie Zhizhi had no way to answer.
He licked his overly dry lower lip and said lightly: "...Mom, I'm sick too."
My mother folded it in a sticky way, and the tail drooped pitifully.
After a while, I heard Song Huanqing on the opposite side sigh softly.
An hour later, Xie Zhizhi was informed that the University of Teresa had approved his application for a short leave, and the car heading to Xie's house had been parked steadily at Anhuan Bay ten minutes ago. Song Huanqing sent him a text message ordering him to get out of his nest immediately and face trial.
Snap——
The car door closed, and Young Master Xie, who had no power to resist, leaned against the back seat with an expressionless face.
The black eyes looked indifferently at the rearview mirror in the front row. Song Huanqing seemed really worried this time. The person he sent was Li Wen, the assistant with the most seniority and the one he could use most easily.
Li Zhu's face was calm, and he warned him in a very official manner: "Madam means that you must make timely repairs and there must be no problems with the youngest son of the Shen family."
How to remedy the problem? How to fix it?
The problem didn't arise when the punch was thrown. What's the point of covering his ears and asking him to run forward? The future is clearly visible at a glance.
It was hard for him not to feel that Song Huanqing was naive.
It's been a commonplace for relationships to change with the wind. Wrong decisions can evaporate not only tangible money but also intangible bonds. She actually thought a marriage contract, conducted without legal procedures, could stop the Shen family from ridding their heir of their burden.
The reluctance of both parties, especially Shen Che, basically foreshadowed the ending, even if Mr. Shen liked Xie Zhizhi very much.
The genitals and legs are on Shen Che, and the money is in Shen Siduo's pocket. No love-brained or capitalist would do a business that would completely lose money.
"I understand." Xie Zhizhi said indifferently.
The low-profile S8 slides into the garage.
In the morning hall on the second floor, sunlight penetrates the veil.
Xie Zhizhi and Song Huanqing were sitting and standing respectively, and a faint fragrance was floating in the air.
His gaze shifted slightly, and sure enough, he saw sunlight kissing the broad leaves of the fiddle-leaf fig tree near the window on the left, reflecting layers of soft light on the edge of the bone china vase, making the flower arrangement, which mainly consisted of a single Phalaenopsis orchid, look exquisitely curved.
"Have you thought about it, Zhizhi, what are you going to do?"
Song Huanqing spoke directly and without any twists and turns.
"I haven't thought about it yet. What do you want me to do, Mom?"
"Chen Che returned to the old house. The news said that the old man was very angry and did not intend to let him go easily. I think the old man does not blame you in his heart."
"Not necessarily. It's clear who's close and who's distant. The old man's refusal to let them go is just a pretense. He mostly wants to crack down on Shen Che, the heir."
"It's enough to pretend. At least it shows that the old man still likes you. This matter is not entirely your fault."
Xie Zhizhi frowned: "It's not my fault, Mom."
Song Huanqing just raised her eyes slightly: "But there is a best way to deal with it, isn't it, Zhizhi?"
Xie Zhizhi had no choice but to shut up and keep his head down.
After an unknown number of minutes of silence, he asked a very meaningless question:
"Do we have to get married, Mom? I know you know that Chen Che's heart is not with me at all."
"This marriage..." Song Huanqing said softly, "It's not a must."
Xie Zhizhi looked over with a little surprise.
"But at the moment, there is no better choice."
Xie Zhizhi withdrew his gaze.
"Do you have someone you like?" Song Huanqing asked casually, "Assistant Li told me that you've been very close to the Feng family these days."
She knew again.
This is the reason why Xie Zhizhi owns a large flat but does not want anyone to serve him.
"No, he's just an ordinary classmate. He was just trying to help."
Song Huanqing just smiled at him and said softly:
"Not bad, as you wish, know it."
The explanation is not detailed and just makes the point.
“…”
Xie Zhizhi looked at Song Huanqing quietly for a few seconds, turned around and walked out without saying hello.
In the corridor, the cell phone pressed against the trouser leg vibrated.
Xie Zhizhi took it out, took a look at it, and turned off the screen.
After more than ten seconds, the shaking finally stopped briefly, but before Xie Zhizhi could breathe a sigh of relief, the shaking continued.
Xie Zhizhi hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes and pressed the answer button.
"Hello?"
The other party seemed to have just woken up after skipping class, and his voice was lazy:
"Alive? If you didn't answer the phone, I thought you were dead in bed."
Xie Zhizhi didn't stop and sighed softly when he heard this:
"Why are you talking so rudely?"
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