Chapter 82 It's the Devil

"I like you, too." Song Ruochen said, "...only you."

Jian Yuheng: “：D”

"Give me your phone." Song Ruochen said, "I just spent a lot of money to buy a couple identity with the same profile picture frame. Let's go to the app and bind it."

Jian Yuheng: “…”

"Tie me up later." Jian Yuheng turned his face over.

The phone in his hand fell onto the sofa with a click, and Song Ruochen's attention was temporarily diverted.

He leaned against the sofa, feeling warmth on his lips. In a trance, he seemed to hear his own heartbeat getting faster and faster.

They both agree on the point of being brave enough to apologize but steadfast in not changing.

Jian Yuheng put on the skin of a villain, and his strong hand firmly grasped his jaw, completely depriving him of the chance to speak, and even the tiny and fragmented sounds were blocked.

After being here for a long time, Song Ruochen felt that he could understand pheromones.

For example, this hawthorn was very aggressive. Although it surrounded him tenderly, it concealed a desire that he could not understand.

"Am I a bad kisser?" He heard Jian Yuheng ask in confusion, "Can I be distracted by this?"

"...I wasn't distracted." Taking advantage of the brief time when the two of them were separated, Song Ruochen rubbed the corners of his mouth that ached, "I was thinking about you the whole time."

Jian Yuheng was no longer puzzled, and he curled the corners of his mouth.

The brief kiss was like a drop in the bucket and could not relieve the heat from the body. Soon, Song Ruochen felt like he had turned into a grape in a vineyard in midsummer, wilting in the sun.

Only by getting close to Jian Yuheng can one temporarily escape from this scorching "midsummer".

He rested his head on Jian Yuheng's shoulder and rubbed his neck. Not noticing his movements, he couldn't help but treat himself like a bull among horses and butted Jian Yuheng's head with his head.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

This crazy thing has started again.

What kind of situation in the hometown of grapes could produce such a big nerve?

"Wait a minute." Jian Yuheng soothed, "Right away."

Jian Yuheng: "Let me review the steps."

Song Ruochen: "0.o?"

"Are you learning now?" Song Ruochen asked, "Didn't you get 998 points?"

"I've never had an internship before." Jian Yuheng memorized the content he just reviewed and threw his phone aside. "Thank you, Mr. Song, for giving me the internship opportunity."

"..."Song Ruochen started to get scared.

"It's okay." Jian Yuheng said, "You have a driver's license, but you can't drive. The test is the test, and practice is practice. Those who understand will understand."

With a little doubt and a little nervousness, Song Ruochen closed his eyes again.

"Forget it." He said, "It's decided to be you. I won't be picky."

It doesn't matter what, as long as he and Jian Yuheng are together forever.

"First, adjust the pheromone to the soothing mode." Jian Yuheng said, "Use pheromones to make the omega happy."

"then--"

His blank mind seemed to be on fire, becoming even more empty. His thinking ability seemed to be disabled, and his body's reactions were more dependent on instinct. Song Ruochen drooped his eyelashes and looked down, and saw Jian Yuheng's bony hands moved to his chest and unbuttoned his buttons one by one.

The vine naturally climbed up Jian Yuheng's neck and clasped it tightly.

"Do you want to go back to your room?" Jian Yuheng asked.

"No..." The melted brain triggered the effect of stubbornness, "There's no need to be so conventional."

Jian Yuheng: “Okay.”

The grape skins were thrown under the sofa, and the other party slowly turned over, with the icy necklace on his neck hanging on Song Ruochen's chest, so cold that he shivered with his eyes slightly closed.

"Come back next time after heating it up..." Song Ruochen was talking nonsense.

Soon, he had no time to care about these.

On the living room ceiling, the pendants of the large chandelier were glittering like twinkling stars, but now, in his eyes, the stars had turned into shooting stars, swaying as if they were about to fall towards him.

Sweat soaked his black hair, and mixed with tears, it wet a small area of ​​the sofa's dark fabric...

"Don't..." After a while, Song Ruochen said weakly, "Don't recite your textbooks!"

The alpha's slightly cold and low voice whispered those cold and professional terms into his ear, which was matched by the other party's ruthless and unsystematic actions. It was a double test.

"Okay." Jian Yuheng held back his laughter.

Song Ruochen: "Huh."

Only then did he realize the deliberate nature of the other person's smile.

"Heng?" Jian Yuheng asked, "Are you calling me?"

"Roll, roll, roll." Song Ruochen waved the exhausted grapevines and hit Jian Yuheng randomly, "Um..."

Jian Yuheng lowered his head to suppress his dissatisfaction.

The fragmented light from the chandelier turned into a halo, and then seemed to turn into a rain of light, continuing to sway.

"No, I can't do it anymore." Song Ruochen tried hard to regain his consciousness, tapped his waist, and slid off the sofa using his hands and feet, kicking Jian Yuheng in the process.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Look, here it comes again.

Abandoned halfway.

He wasn't surprised anymore.

Song Ruochen, wrapped in a blanket, was curled up alone beside the tea table, with his fair calves showing through the edge of the dark blanket.

Jian Yuheng tried to speak: "I..."

"Stay away from me." Song Ruochen said, "Mr. Song is exhausted."

Jian Yuheng: “:(”

Who is more tired?

Song Ruochen rubbed his waist, legs and blanket, pretending to be busy.

"I really can't do that anymore." Song Ruochen said, "Does the Second Young Master want to destroy me?"

Jian Yuheng: “I didn’t.”

"You have." Song Ruochen said.

If you want to accuse someone of a crime, you can always find a pretext for it.

The alpha, who was strong in all aspects, both in terms of size and physical strength, suppressed his surging emotions and sat obediently on the sofa. If anyone could not move, he would not move, nor would he come closer.

Song Ruochen quite liked the other party's tolerance and restraint, so he raised the corners of his mouth, and then -

"Go back to the previous game." Jian Yuheng said expressionlessly, "Let's start from the beginning."

Song Ruochen: “???”

"Am I a genius?" Jian Yuheng asked.

Song Ruochen murmured: "...Is it a devil?"

Are you really a devil?

Is this how the rollback system works?

Such a serious system is used for this?

"I, Song Ruochen, promise." Jian Yuheng opened his mouth and fluently recited a guarantee, "Under the premise of not destroying world peace, I can help Jian Yuheng recover and borrow the recovery function."

Jian Yuheng: "The guarantee letter is proof. If there is any violation, Song Ruochen will be deducted from his snacks for one month."

Song Ruochen: “…”

Grass.

I forgot there is this.

Help.

"You... can't just say it." Song Ruochen said, "Do you have the original letter of guarantee?"

Jian Yuheng: “?”

The original is in the trash.

"I want the original copy." Jian Yuheng said coldly, "It seems that our Secretary Song's apology is not sincere, and he is just perfunctorily trying to please the poor loser."

Song Ruochen rubbed his waist, feeling a little aggrieved.

This can't be sprayed, what a pity.

"Do you know how it feels to muster up the courage to tell your psychiatrist that you're crazy, but all your words are in vain?" Jian Yuheng asked, "Do you know how it feels to never feel full no matter how much you eat?"

"Do you know how exciting it is to have a family reunion?" Jian Yuheng pointed, "Song Ruochen, where is your sincerity?"

"Okay, okay." Song Ruochen was convinced.

"Come back soon." Jian Yuheng said, "I'll pay for it myself, and let the system take whatever it likes."

Song Ruochen: “…”

“Just pick whatever you like”, he hasn’t even experienced it yet, so how can he let the system experience it first.

"I understand." Song Ruochen said, "You have to perform well again."

"I will be gentle." Jian Yuheng said, "Go back, Chenchen. This time I will complete the mark I gave you."

"Hmm..." Song Ruochen nodded, "Ding...Dang..."

Time went back, the scene in front of him changed, and he and Jian Yuheng were standing at the entrance of the house.

The ambiguous atmosphere seemed to have not dissipated yet, and the blush still lingered on his cheeks.

"A little more." Song Ruochen said, "but no...ah!"

Jian Yuheng held his legs and carried him on his shoulders, carrying him back to the bedroom.

Jian Yuheng kept his word and was extra gentle to him this time, so gentle that he started to be picky and hit Jian Yuheng with the grape vine.

The night was long and gentle until Jian Yuheng hugged him from behind, holding him tightly with his hands, and biting the gland on the back of his neck while marking his safety.

Song Ruochen: "0.0..."

He was embraced by the other person, and the intertwining of pheromones almost made him feel as if the trajectories of their two lives were intertwined from then on.

"It's okay." Jian Yuheng kissed away the tears on his cheek, "I love you."

Doctor Jian cured Secretary Song’s genetic disease with his medicine.

After washing himself, Song Ruochen hung on the side of the bed and ate the sandwich made by Jian Yuheng. He had consumed a lot of energy and needed to replenish it.

Song Ruochen: “:1”

Song Ruochen: "Yeah, yeah, it's not as delicious as what you buy outside."

"It's midnight now, and most people are asleep. I'll buy it for you tomorrow." Jian Yuheng said, "I'll definitely buy it for you tomorrow."

"No need to buy, we'll eat what you cook tomorrow," said Song Ruochen.

The food made by the second young master has a more fragrant aroma than those sold outside.

This may be the legendary taste of home.

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【nailed it?】

"Done." Song Ruochen told the system, "It's a bit magical."

It was almost there, but I couldn't escape.

But now he feels that there is always a faint, sweet and sour, refreshing hawthorn flavor that always accompanies him.

I feel so safe, the emotional value is at its maximum, is this the complete mark?

Jian Yuheng, he’s actually quite good.

[Hehehe, you two will become more dependent on each other, especially since you two are such a good match. ]

【Congratulations to Secretary Song for her success in both career and love! 】

Song Ruochen: "Hehehehe... Ouch."

Jian Yuheng walked into the bedroom again, grabbing a bunch of odds and ends and putting the messy things in his hands on the cabinet: "Grape Chenchen, what's in your pocket, shall I put it on the cabinet for you?"

"Okay." Song Ruochen said.

The second young master also picked up his pile of junk.

There's nothing good in it, just a few inhibitors, a few pretty candy wrappers, half a box of pheromone barrier patches, and a -

"Huh? Why is there still a return coin?" Jian Yuheng reached out to touch it.

Song Ruochen: “???”

Song Ruochen: "Don't..."

That seems to be a... counterfeit coin.

[(Book flipping sound) Revert the fake currency, revert the memory to 1 hour ago, effective for half an hour.]

[How big a basket can a person poke? 】

Jian Yuheng: “*#……@*#*#.”

Song Ruochen: “.”

"Chenchen." Jian Yuheng, whose memory went back an hour, touched Song Ruochen's hair. "It's almost time to mark you completely."

Song Ruochen: “…”

Song Ruochen: “…………”

No!!!

"Wake up!" screamed Molo.

-

This time, the sky in City A is really bright.

After a busy night, Jian Yuheng opened his eyes.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Moluo Pu Tao slept at a diagonal position, kicked off the quilt and pillow, and had a sense of unconsciousness and unbridled abandon.

Jian Yuheng got up silently, cooked porridge, fried eggs, and made sandwiches.

Jian Yuheng put the dishes on the table with great effort and felt two resentful eyes staring at him from behind.

"Awake?" Jian Yuheng asked.

"Are you awake?" Song Ruochen asked back.

Jian Yuheng: “:]”

The smell of breakfast made Song Ruochen get up from the bed, and he started to move at a speed of 0.01m/s... but he couldn't move!

Oh no, I'm so sour from the sour hawthorn. My whole body feels sour.

It was really outrageous. He was pinned back to the bed by the amnesiac Hawthorn. Not only did he do it again, but he also held him down and asked him why he was already completely marked.

Song Ruochen was both angry and amused. He didn't have time to explain. He had no recollection of what happened afterwards and only remembered his straightforward feelings.

Sour hawthorn, sour hawthorn, weird.

"Don't come out." Jian Yuheng said in the living room, "Let's eat in the bedroom."

Song Ruochen sat back.

Jian Yuheng brought breakfast into the room. Song Ruochen went to wash up. The two of them sat face to face and began to eat in silence.

Finally, Song Ruochen couldn't help it anymore, he said coldly: "Brother Zha is quite jealous."

Jian Yuheng: “…”

When I think back on it after I sober up, I'm so embarrassed that my toes are digging into the ground.

"It's a bit socially dead." Jian Yuheng said.

"No," Song Ruochen said, "I was the only one who saw it this time."

"Because you are the whole world." Jian Yuheng said suddenly.

Song Ruochen was stunned for a moment and bit the fork.

The Art of Speaking. It seems that Jian Yuheng can get full marks in this course.

"I have many advantages," Jian Yuheng said, "and I have money."

Jian Yuheng: "This beautiful bedroom will be our warm home from now on..."

[Ding ding ding, a large bill was found in the replay card pack, and I started eating a buffet at the second young master's house. ]

【Recycle your old furniture and save time, ready go! 】

With two bangs, Song Ruochen and Jian Yuheng fell to the ground at the same time. The bed and chair were gone, the table was gone, and the decorations were gone.

[Hurp~ Thank you for the treat! Just deduct the bedroom, the villain is really rich. ]

Jian Yuheng: “…”

The bedrooms have become rough.

"What other advantages does the Second Young Master have?" Song Ruochen's voice rang out, "This is a humble room, but my virtue is fragrant?"

Jian Yuheng: “.”

What are you laughing at?

He is a lunatic and his nervous system, and he is not very serious either.

Song Ruochen, who was rubbing his lower back with a grimace on his face, was picked up from the ground by Jian Yuheng.

"Let's go, Chenchen." Jian Yuheng said, "This time, I'll build you a new nest according to your preferences."

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This is a humble room, but my virtue is fragrant. This is a text, a text.