Perfect Match

But the belated joy did not last long, because on the third page of the interview, below the question about the standard of spouse selection, a whole paragraph of his answer was obliterated by a black oil-based pen.

What is this answer ...?

The memory was already blurred, Zheng Feiyu racked his brain to think back, and the clock, which was five minutes slower, moved by one tick above his head. Suddenly, his face changed greatly, and the magazine in his hand fell to the ground.

He said at the time that he wanted his partner to be intelligent, independent, and opinionated; to love him sincerely, but not to regard him as heaven and earth, to occasionally depend on him, but to live without him; in his standard of mate selection, pheromone was the least important One of them has a high degree of fit, and he will be able to win his favor. If any Omega wants to use the high degree of fit to settle down, it is best to change the goal as soon as possible.

In fact, according to the usual practice, he never answered emotional questions, but at that time, he was suffering from the humiliation and weakness caused by spousal disease, and was unwilling to give the answer for the first time.

He didn't mean to ridicule He An, he really didn't. In fact, he did not think that with the vision of a pet shop worker, he would buy a 25 yuan issue of a business magazine for entertainment. He said more to himself, to the audience in the circle, and told them: I am Fei Zheng, an Alpha not controlled by pheromones.

It's like some form of announcement.

But He An still read, and ... maybe more than one.

Zheng Fei looked at the old magazines full of cardboard boxes in front of him, and made a startled conjecture. He stood up and dropped the magazine to the ground.

The cover is colorful, half weekly and half monthly. Issues are intermittent and incoherent. There is only one thing in common: no matter the shorter corner news or the longer character interviews, every book has his news more or less.

Life-strapped He An bought these expensive magazines just to see him.

He could almost imagine such a picture: He An was standing in a bookstore while reading the newly arrived magazines while bearing the cold eyes of the clerk. Either put it back on the shelf in disappointment, or take out the purse with joy, take out the clothing and eat for a long time to save the living expenses, and take the magazine home.

The earliest issue dates back four years.

Four years ago ... how could it happen?

He An at that time should still be an ordinary student of Yuanjiang University and had no chance to meet him. Did He An already quietly like him when he was so young?

Zheng Feiyan frowned, looking through the old magazine four years ago.

His exclusive interview was published in this issue of the magazine. Many places were lined and highlighted with colored highlighters. Annotations were also written in neat handwriting. He An is like a hard-working student who regards his interview as a teaching material, reads it seriously, and takes notes seriously.

It's not just an Omega love of Alpha. It is much more complicated and thicker, and even if it strips off **** and reproduction, it still exists.

Zheng Fei's heart has mixed tastes.

Why didn't he see this earlier?

How could he not love Omega like He?

He clearly likes to be reluctant to part even for a second. He even willingly volunteers to lay down his body and do something exaggerated and perhaps ridiculous, such as in a TV series, holding He's hand to walk in college On campus, let the envious eyes around you fill the vanity that every teenager will have.

Or, take him to social occasions of all sizes, at first being timid and awkward, that doesn't matter. I have learned a lot and can slowly learn to be decent.

However, this old magazine carrying admiration was finally abandoned in the rental house.

He An did not take them away.

The surly reality ruined He An's future, and he destroyed He An's dream.

Zheng Feiyu sat on the sofa by himself, reading all the magazines that He An had done annotations. Then he put down the magazine, got up to the bedroom, and pushed open the concealed door.

The bed hadn't been passive, and it still looked like a year ago. It was dirty and wrinkled.

There was dried blood on the quilt. It had been dark for a long time. A white leather belt dangled from the side of the bed when he dropped. The pin buckle was gray, and the edges of the white leather were blood-stained into dark brown.

There was still a faint **** smell in the air. One year later, the smell was covered by dust, but for 100% compatible Alpha, it was as thick as just splattering from Omega's vein .

Zheng Fei held the sweat of the palm and walked step by step.

He returned to that evening and saw He An lying on his back struggling in bed. The belt was tied tightly two times like a chain. During the severe tearing, the flesh on He An's wrist was torn and the blood stains were spotted. The ears screamed and begged, He An crying and begging you, the child is nine months old and can live, please let it go ...

He was so anxious that he rushed forward and rushed away, catching only a blood-stained sheet.

The blood dried up, forming a stiff cloth shell.

Zheng Feiyu never thought that the blood-soaked sheet would be hard. He held it in his hand and tightened his five fingers. He felt only that the dried blood had melted between his fingers, and became wet, sticky, and red. The roots of the fingers flowed down, and they drank wet hands.

He An passed out in silence before his eyes.

He reached out and touched Gao Long's belly. The skin was warm, with sweat beads and slight undulations, but the child inside seemed to fall asleep and refused to move for a long time.

Zheng Feiyu was scared.