Chapter 117 has no other Alph scent.
Wen Song informed Song Lanxue that he had to leave first, and she agreed. Anyway, she planned to stay at Xiaoxu's house tonight, and the two of them would go to the temple to burn incense together tomorrow.
As for red bean paste—
I never expected that my child would be fostered by Wen Xu and then placed in Xiao Xu's home.
Fortunately, Dou Ni was a kitten who had grown up eating food from many different families, so she was already used to being temporarily fostered by other people's homes by her father.
no way.
When Wen Song first started raising bean paste, he didn't need to travel for work. As his position rose, he took on more responsibilities and occasionally had to go to other cities.
Wen Song drove slowly towards the address given by Alpha, following the navigation.
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Guan Ju leaned back on the sofa, playing with a lighter.
I didn't smoke.
I quit smoking a long time ago.
The frustration in his heart was almost suffocating him.
He had originally planned to secretly return to Suicheng to surprise Wen Song, but unexpectedly, the other party gave him a "surprise" first.
The thought of seeing Wen Song holding a child at a kindergarten on her way home after getting off the plane that afternoon made Guan Sui lose control of her emotions more than ever before; all her expectations were nipped in the bud.
I thought Wen Song could just get a divorce.
Unexpectedly—
They have a child.
No wonder he couldn't shake the other woman's husband's position even though he had previously interfered in their relationship.
It turns out that there was a child in the middle.
Given Wen Song's personality, she will definitely take responsibility for the child. Divorce is probably not an option; it would be unfair to the child.
When Guan Ju got home, she sat there for a long time before she slowly pulled herself out of her emotional turmoil and regained some of her rationality.
—I need to call Wen Song.
anyway.
Let me ask about the situation first.
If they get divorced, he can be the child's stepfather.
Anyway, he has plenty of money, so Wen Song's child is his child, and he doesn't need to care whether the child is his bloodline or not.
"Ding-dong—"
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Guan Sui got up, pushed aside the suitcase beside her, and strode towards the entrance.
The door opened.
Wen Song stood outside wearing the same coat she wore that afternoon.
The two hadn't seen each other for several days, and as they gazed at each other, their longing almost overflowing from their eyes.
Wen Song: "I—"
He was about to say something when his words were cut off.
Alpha lowered his head and kissed him.
It was as if she wanted to blend all the frustration and longing in her heart into this immersive kiss.
Almost instantly, Wen Song's body went limp, and she wrapped her arms around Guan Sui's neck, focusing intently on kissing him.
The scent of agave pheromones was extremely strong, even more intense than usual, as if it wanted to completely engulf him, ideally making him feel like his entire body was covered in the scent of an Alpha.
Ten minutes later, Guan Ju, panting, released Beta from her arms.
Then, slowly bring your hands close to the other person's neck and gently sniff.
"It doesn't taste like other Alph-based products."
A warm hand stroked the back of Wen Song's head, and a clear, slightly hoarse voice said, "You're quite well-behaved."
Some of the questions were swallowed the moment he saw Wen Song. Longing was deeper than jealousy. The first thing he wanted to do when he saw Wen Song was kiss and do intimate things.
“You’re in your most vulnerable period.” Wen Song noticed something was wrong.
Guan Ju's thin lips were pressed into a straight line.
“........”
It turns out it was the susceptible period.
He didn't even notice.
Because I spent the whole night thinking about Wen Song having a child.
"You want an inhibitor—" Wen Song paused for a moment, then asked, enunciating each word clearly under the Alpha's burning gaze, "Or me?"
For the first time, Guan Ju felt that Wen Song was like an aphrodisiac.
He always manages to say things in a serious tone that make people unable to resist.
He lowered his head and placed a kiss with utmost reverence on Wen Song's lips, answering with a heavily hushed tone:
"I want you."
...
........
........
Wen Song didn't know why Guan Ju's house had small square boxes.
All I know is that the other person took out a few boxes and placed them on the bedside table, leaned over them, and asked, "What flavor does your husband like?"
Such provocative words made Wen Song's already burning face even hotter.
“........”
Biting her lower lip, she didn't know how to answer.
Seeing that no one answered, Alpha's subordinates did not stop their work, relentlessly pressing for answers:
"What flavor do you like? Orange, strawberry, or—"
A thin layer of sweat covered Wen Song's forehead, and physiological tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
He doesn't like it.
Alpha gasped for breath.
Reason was completely overwhelmed by the pheromones of the susceptible period.
The small box was put back in its original place without being opened. Before Wen Song could react, the next second—
“”
Wen Song was completely enveloped by agave pheromones.
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I don't remember how much time has passed.
Wen Song only remembers that this vulnerable period lasted for a very long time.
None of the small square boxes by the bedside were opened; it was as if they were taken out just to be displayed.
In the past, accompanying an Alpha through their vulnerable period would at most make me blush from their flirtatious remarks. This time, however, I feel a sense of transgression, as at least three out of five sentences involve "your husband."
Another time, when I was struggling and it took a long time, the other person said, "Is your husband very young?"
It is even more shameful.
Finally, the Alpha's vulnerable period is over.
Wen Song lay on the bed to recover, while Guan Ju fed him a sip of water.
I had just finished drinking water when I heard Alpha say, "My dad is coming over later."
Wen Song nearly choked to death: "Cough, cough, cough!"
Guan Ju raised an eyebrow: "Why are you so agitated?"
Wen Song: ".........."
How could I not be excited?
Given their current situation, even if they were dressed, they would know what had happened.
"Is your dad here to see you?" Wen Song asked.
Guan Ju responded with an "Mmm".
“After the car accident, a lot of things were moved to the Guan family’s old house, so he brought people to move my things here. We haven’t seen each other for a long time, so he came to visit me on his way.”
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