Perfect Match

The car's quartz watch freezes at 5:29 AM. He lay tiredly on the steering wheel and closed his eyes all night.

Click.

After one minute, the minute hand advances slightly. Zheng Feiyu was awakened by the biting cold and opened her eyes again.

There was snow outside the car, and in front of it was a strange long street. There were several dilapidated residential buildings across the street. He didn't know where it was or why he appeared here. At half past five in the morning, everyone was asleep, and every window was dark. No one looks different, and no one should be different.

Flashback clips are uncomfortable.

He sat silently in the car for more than ten minutes, then pushed the door and got out of the car, and stepped onto the soft snow on the side of the road. Above the milk tea shop across the street was a broken awning, sooty window.

He looked at it and laughed sarcastically-did you spend my money and bought such a shabby place?

It seems that you really think he can come back.

Rest assured, as long as I don't let loose, your Omega will never step into Yuanjiang in this life. No matter how you sleep and sleep, the end is the same.

I don't like people who can't stand you in my bed.

The western suburbs are noisier than the urban area, and there is only one Rosen convenience store open on the huge streets for 24 hours. Zheng Feiyu went to the door and pulled out his trousers bag. No wallets or documents were found.

Too.

The brain is full of only Alpha, and the blood is flowing three inches below the navel. Where can I ask for so much?

Fortunately, in order to maintain a good image in front of the beloved Omega, "He" took care of his clothes before going out. It didn't hurt that Zheng Feiyu went to a convenience store in a pajama for help.

The night clerk was very alert and looked at Zheng Feiyu with skeptical eyes: "borrow a cell phone? What about yourself?"

Zheng Feiyu spread his hand: "Sorry, I'm too anxious to go out, I forgot to bring."

"This……"

For the first time in 30 years, he was overlooked from a height. The other party was still a small Beta shop clerk. Zheng Feizhen was naturally unhappy. But he can't have an attack unless he is willing to walk a dozen kilometers in the snow in a thin shirt. Fortunately, Junlang's leather appearance and decent clothing gave him credibility. The clerk thought about it and decided to do well every day and lend him his mobile phone.

When the sun was rising, the driver finally drove up and took Zheng Feiyan back to his apartment in the city center. The car that was out by the side of the road was also towed away.

The chaos of this night ended at dawn, but the rapidly exacerbating spouse was only beginning to take shape.

From this day on, Zheng Feiyu never woke up in his bed.

He woke up in various street corners, sometimes urban areas, sometimes deserted suburbs, always surrounded by cheap rental houses.

Jiang Qi once reminded him that the "he" who lost his rationality might do whatever he could to find Omega, so before going to bed every night, he would pull out the SIM card and lock it into the drawer to prevent people who should not be disturbed. But even if all outlets were blocked, spousal seeking behavior did not stop.

"He", who was slow to receive pheromone comfort, began to follow a very simple and absurd logic:

Every time I had **** with He An, it was in a cheap rental house, so He An must be hiding in a similar place, waiting for "he" to find it. One day can't work for two days, one year can't work for two years, until you go through all the rental houses.

Ridiculous, but stubborn enough.

Whenever he suddenly regained consciousness at the corner of the street, Zheng Feiyan felt a kind of impervious despair, like something that stuck his neck tightly, chest tightness, shortness of breath, and life and death.

He finally realized that in essence he was fighting against himself, just how tough he was, and how tough the other was. The difference is that he wants too much, and the other party does nothing except Omega, regardless of gains and losses, not pros and cons, straight to the end.

More than paranoid, he is the doomed loser.

Even more frightening is that spouse seeking emotions have a very long inertia. Sometimes it is clear that he has regained his sobriety, but his intense passion has not been able to spread. The extreme emptiness of that kind of desperation can be contaminated just a little, just like an old smoker has an addiction, and itches all the way into the bones.

He is not a saint.

He has desire.

Especially when a person is clearly pretended to be in the heart, the desire for purpose is like a torrent rushing to the sole vent, which is out of control.

One time when he woke up on the street corner, Zheng Feiyu remembered the dew marriage again.

He looked wearily at the heavy snow under the street lamp, and suddenly felt that his little nightingale should be suitable for sweaters and scarves: beige, pure cashmere, wrapped in a handsome face, his cheeks stained with a touch of crimson, half of them were The shy heart is half the shadow of the red umbrella falling above his head.

He would turn to the corner of the street and walk towards himself, and Xue Xue was willing to shatter for him, turning into a series of captivating footprints. Lightly, like the sound of a bud opening.

Zheng Feiyu climbed the steering wheel and waited intently. Suddenly and patiently, he opened the door and got off, striding towards the street corner.

But the corner was empty.