When Two Alphas Meet, One’s an Omega

In any case, she finally calmed Ms. Tang's emotions and made her give up the idea of ​​going back to Southeast Asia to buy a few alphas.

Jian Songyi knocked on the barrier agent bottle beside him, and lowered his eyebrows: "Mom, if I spray this barrier agent, I can't smell the pheromone at all."

"Yeah, let me tell you that this is a new Nordic product. It is not available in the domestic market. It took a lot of effort for your father to get it. I originally planned to keep it for myself. Now I will give it to you."

"I can't smell a or o?"

"It must not smell."

"Then can you stop registering my second sex?"

"..."

Knowing her son Mo Ruomu, Tang Qingqing quickly understood Jian Songyi's thoughts.

Perhaps it is nature that in order to ensure the continuation of excellent genes, after giving omegas the gift of fertility, it also makes them beautiful, smart, and naturally attractive.

But the special physical conditions destined them to be weak, need to be protected, and surrender to alpha.

Even if technology and policies have developed to this day, advocating abo equal rights, the rare and precious omega, if it is separated from many external protections, it is difficult to protect itself by itself.

If you conceal your identity, it means you won’t receive any benefits or care at school.

Dangerous and difficult.

Tang Qingqing pursed her lips, looking at Jian Songyi's eyes with rare seriousness: "Xiaoyi, are you sure?"

Jian Songyi lowered his head to play with the barrier agent, and his tone was casual, as if it were not a big deal: "OK. I don't feel ashamed of being an omega. It has been so many years. Everyone has regarded me as a, and I also regarded myself as a. It suddenly became an o, how awkward and troublesome."

"but......"

"It's nothing. Mom, I don't think that after I become an omega, I am really weaker than before. I don't really need those protections, and I don't like people forcing them to talk about me."

Jian Songyi paused, "Mom, I need some time."

Tang Qingqing knew what her son was like.

Accustomed to being strong, and accustomed to protecting people he feels in need of protection, he ought to be beaten again.

Such a person would not be willing to accept any asylum in peace of mind.

So he may need some time to become stronger, strong enough to protect his pride as an omega without fear.

Then she is willing to help him guard this pride.

He stretched out his hand, rubbed the black and fluffy Shun Mao of Jian Songyi's head, and smiled: "All right, my son is what he says."

With Ms. Tang's consent, Jian Songyi raised his head and glanced at Bai Huai by the window.

The tone was cold: "Choose one?"

Bai Huai ignored him, just looked at Tang Qingqing and said with a smile: "Auntie, don't worry, I will help out in school."

Tang Qingqing was moved and gratified: "That would really trouble you."

"It won't be troublesome. Xiaoyi has called my brother since I was a child. I should take care of him."

Bai Huai was already pretty, but he grew up with a worry-free, academic face. Now he smiled softly, like the freshly melted snow in the early spring, which almost changed Tang Qingqing's aunt's heart.

"It's better for Xiaohuai. She has been sensible since she was a child. Auntie hasn't hurt you for nothing. When you come to the house for dinner at night, Auntie cooks herself."

"Okay, I haven't eaten your cooking for a long time, and I'm a bit greedy."

"Then eat enough today, come and tell Auntie what you want to eat, I will make a note and go buy it this afternoon."

Jian Songyi looked at the two people who talked very happily, slightly confused.

Has Bai Huai always been so gentle and warm-hearted?

Ms. Tang has been spoiled by Mr. Jane for many years. Cooking for her is just like buying a bag. It is a psychological excitement, so the cooking skills are really not good.

It's just that the Jane family and his son always coaxed her, as picky as Jane Songyi, she didn't change her face every time and eat clean.

Nowadays, there is a scheming dog surnamed Bai, who is even more unresolved and heartbeat, and Ms. Tang has no balance in her cooking skills.

After tossing for an afternoon, I made a large table of dishes, and they looked good. As for whether they need to go to the hospital after eating, it all depends on their attainments.

Ms. Tang set the plate, decorated with flowers and candles, went to the room to add some makeup, then took the two of them to take dozens of photos, and finally selected nine of them and uploaded them to Moments.

[To celebrate the renewal of the relationship between my son and his best friend, we are going to cook today! I hope the two children have a good time. 】

Jian Songyi looked down at the screen of the phone, and took a sip of tea indifferently: "Mom, it's not so useful to continue the front edge."

"Ah? Is that so?" Tang Qingqing blinked in confusion, "Then I will repost one, right?"

"..." Jian Songyi relieved, "Forget it, it's okay to continue the front edge."

In order to avoid seeing Ms. Tang posting some weird things, Jian Songyi clicked the upper left corner and quit the circle of friends.

As soon as I exited, I saw that Bai Huanghuang's head had a red dot.

[There is a reason why your language is not good. I blamed you. ]

"..."

Jian Songyi sandwiched a piece of meat with unknown ingredients and put it in a bowl of Baihuai: "Eat more."

Poisoned and pulled down.

Auntie hadn't come back yet. After dinner, Bai Huai helped Ms. Tang clean up the dishes.

Jian Songyi was lazy and couldn't touch housework, so she just made an excuse and went out.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, his head is lowered, his brows are sullen, his steps are lazy and aimless.

In Nancheng in September, after a long rainy season, the air was humid and the night breeze blew, with some sticky coolness.

On the Wutong Road in the Gongguan District, the accumulated leaves have been cleaned up, only occasionally a few leaves with yellow edging circling and falling down, there is a sporadic depressive beauty.

When the leaves are gone, the sky will be cold, and when it's time to snow, the dead branches are full of white, which is also very beautiful.

It may not only look good in June and July.

All are pretty good.

Everything is fine.

Alpha is good, and omega is also good.

It's no big deal.

Jian Songyi let out a sigh of relief and raised his head, only to realize that he didn't know when he had already walked outside the community.

Next to a convenience store, a man bought a pack of cigarettes, walked out, stood on the side of the road, frowned, took a sigh, and then spit out clouds and mist.

It seems that those worries are broken down by nicotine, and then as the smoke is exhaled, the smoke disappears.

Jian Songyi walked in because of a ghost.

"I want a bag like him."

He never smokes, but he suddenly wanted to try to see if the legendary substance that can bring stimuli can really relieve the uncomfortable heart.

He is a little uncomfortable.

It's just that he can't let anyone know.

He must be strong, calm, and optimistic to accept all this, so as not to worry those who care about him.

He knew it was right.

But he is only 17 years old, and he will still be reconciled to his age.

It's not unwilling to be reconciled, it's just that the habits and beliefs of so many years have suddenly changed, and he is a little at a loss.

He has never seen an omega that can defeat alpha, and he doesn't know if he can do it.

It should be possible, after all, I am Jian Songyi.

Jian Songyi tugged and smiled.

A sycamore leaf swayed down and stopped on his shoulder.

He stretched out his hand, trying to pick up the leaf, but was picked up quickly.

The hand holding the leaf is very beautiful. I pinched the leaf stalk with my fingertips and turned around, with a light smile in his voice: "This leaf is quite good at choosing a place."

After speaking, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Jian Songyi: "People are quite good at choosing places."

Jian Songyi didn't speak.

This place is a little far away from the convenience store. There is a bench and it is quite remote. I don't know how Bai Huai found it.

Bai Huai sat beside him, his eyes staying on his smoking lips for three seconds.

The cigarette butts are scarlet, but the ashes are not even brushed.

He chuckled softly: "You are holding a fairy stick in your mouth. It's sizzling, without making a sound."

"..."

Jian Songyi doesn't really know how to smoke. He just has a mouthful of addiction, pretending that he didn't take a mouthful, but being poked like this abruptly makes him particularly unmanly.

"I will smoke."

After speaking, he took a sigh, but because he sucked too hard, he choked and his face turned red from coughing.

Bai Huai hooked the corner of his lower lip, patted his back with one hand, took the cigarette from the corner of his lips with the other, held it to his lips, held it, and took a sip.

Then pinched out the cigarette **** with fingertips and threw it straight into the trash can nearby.

The corners of his lips curled up, as if he was smiling, but his tone was not good: "See? It's all about smoking. It's not handsome, so don't touch it in the future."

Bai Huai's lips are very thin, and the color of his lips is also light, and he always looks a bit thin and erotic, but when he was smoking cigarettes, he inexplicably showed a frivolous sexy.

Jian Song wanted to say that it was actually a bit handsome.

But then I thought that I had just contained the cigarette.

Just a little uncomfortable.

But not disgusted.

Bai Huai's movements were so natural that he worried that he would appear hypocritical if he said something to be clean or ao to give or receive.

So when the words came to my lips, it only became one sentence: "Take it?"

"Hmm. I tried to smoke once before."

"While in North City?"

"Ok."

Jian Songyi had a rare curiosity: "A person like you actually has a bad juvenile rebellious period?"

Bai Huai put his elbows on the back of the bench, and said in a faint tone: "I was still young, and when I encountered something, I pivoted myself in. I didn't understand. I had to pretend to be an adult. I tried it once, and then found that it was meaningless and nothing. I used it, I never touched it."

Jian Songyi thought of Yizhong.

"Do you want to understand now?"

Bai Huai knew that he probably wanted something wrong.

Without explanation, he smiled: "I want to understand."

So I came back.

In the first two years in Beicheng, it was really difficult. I had more insomnia than when I didn't.

There is no one who can talk around. The fourteen or five-year-old is alone because of the ambiguous and ambiguous thoughts in his heart, feeling confused, uneasy, struggling, competing with himself, and not letting himself go. Don’t do stupid things.

He thought time and distance would cool him down.

But in the third year, when all his emotions faded, only the long miss that the first ignorant heartbeat turned into did he understand.

Some people, some things are the wildfires of a prairie prairie fire, as long as the stars fall in your heart, the heart is over.

Since it's all over, it's better to try.

He tilted his head to look at Jian Songyi, his eyes swept across the narrow end of his eyes, making people unable to see the emotions inside.

Slowly and logically every word, but gentle but irrefutable.

"So in the future, if you encounter something you don't understand, don't hide it yourself, don't do something stupid like smoking or drinking. I'm not better than these things?"