Song Ling looked at Luo Wenchuan and said calmly, "You've only said this one thing from beginning to end. How can I believe you? Luo Wenchuan, if you hadn't attacked Qinghe's system back then, Qinghe wouldn't be in this situation today. Now you're saying these things, do you expect me to thank you?"
This tactic of giving a slap and then a treat doesn't work on him. He's an adult; he knows the difference between a slap and a treat, and he doesn't need either.
Luo Wenchuan seemed oblivious to what was causing Song Ling's anger, and continued to explain to himself, "The loopholes in the Qinghe system have existed for a long time. Even if it wasn't me who did it, it would have been someone else. Do you understand, Brother Ling?"
“I don’t understand, you’re being sophistical. It’s like someone walking down the street, you stab them, and then you argue that this person was going to die anyway, you just spotted them beforehand and stabbed them to their death. Tell me, does that make sense?”
"This is different."
"How is it different, Luo Wenchuan? What on earth is going on in your head? Instead of continuing to act like a dog in front of me, you should go back and report to Luo Huaishan, and let him see how capable his good son is." Song Ling would no longer trust this man; he should have known long ago that he couldn't outsmart these people.
Luo Wenchuan is Enigma. He is very smart. He offered the Song family's Qinghe to his father. He is really capable.
No one in the world is more capable than Luo Wenchuan.
It really opened his eyes.
“Brother Ling, I don’t like him. Trust me, I’m on your side. If you can’t manage Qinghe, hand it over to me. What’s mine is yours.”
"Do you know what you're saying?" Luo Wenchuan's words left him speechless.
“I know.” Luo Wenchuan leaned closer, put his arm around Song Ling’s waist as usual, and whispered, “Brother Ling, give me a chance, and I will show you a completely different Qinghe. It will be more famous and earn more money than it is now.”
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“Luo Wenchuan, you…”
At this moment, Song Ling no longer understood why Luo Wenchuan was doing this. The things Luo Wenchuan wanted to do, like the man himself, had become somewhat impure and could not be explained clearly with a single word or sentence.
"Trust me, okay?" Luo Wenchuan placed a kiss on Song Ling's nose, and a soothing pheromone was slowly released into Song Ling's nasal cavity.
Enigma's pheromones have a controlling effect on the marked Alpha. If he wanted, Song Ling could become his toy for venting his desires, but he didn't want to see Song Ling like that until the very last step.
Song Ling should be vibrant, dazzling, and forever standing in the sunlight.
"I like you. From the day I met you, I could never take my eyes off you."
Luo Wenchuan's voice reached my ears, as if veiled by a thin gauze, drifting in the wind, gradually becoming hazy and distant.
The person in his arms gradually fell asleep, and Luo Wenchuan kissed Song Ling's brow, the tip of his nose, and the corners of his lips...
He was like an addict, greedily licking Song Ling's soft neck. At this moment, whether or not there were highly compatible pheromones was completely unimportant.
What he wanted was Song Ling himself.
.
The place was resplendent with gold and jade, filled with the clinking of glasses and the clamor of voices that drowned out any whispers.
"You like him?" The handsome man in the wheelchair glanced at the boy standing by the pool, then looked away and said to the child hiding behind the dining table, "Who do you think you are? Don't you even know your place?"
"I……"
The child's cheeks flushed red, a mixture of embarrassment and shame at having his secret thoughts exposed. His hands clutched the hem of his tattered clothes, but his gaze remained fixed on the boy not far away, as if each glance would be one less to look at.
"Go back now. This isn't a place for you. If you're discovered, you'll be kicked out. Do you want to be thrown out right in front of him?"
It's unclear what words moved this stubborn child, but after taking one last look at the boy in the crowd, the child walked out of the hotel with red eyes.
He ran very fast and in a hurry, and finally fell onto the cold steps.
Before the tears in her eyes could fall, she was suddenly embraced.
He raised his eyes and met a pair of clear, smiling eyes.
"Why are you running so fast, you little kitten?" The boy picked him up, placed him on the platform outside the hotel fountain, and asked, "Whose child are you?"
"I..." Tears welled up before I could answer.
The boy looked at the kitten in front of him and reached out to wipe the corner of its eye.
"I'm too dirty." The kitten flinched, but was pulled into the arms of the boy who was also sitting on the platform, who wiped away the tears on its face with a tissue.
The stomach growled unexpectedly at that moment, and the child's face turned bright red.
Hungry and disheveled, he felt like a beggar, a stark contrast to the well-dressed young man in front of him.
He lowered his head, wanting to escape, to leave this place that made him feel so ashamed.
The boy looked at the anxious person in his arms, smiled, and suddenly produced a pastry.
The boy's hands were beautiful, long and broad, with a thin layer of calluses on his palms. The pastry in his palm was pale pink, with five or six petals, and the center was made of egg yolk.
"Peach blossom pastry, have a taste."
The boy put the snack into the kitten's hand, and seeing that the person only stared at it without eating, he conjured up another snack and stuffed it into the child's mouth.
The child's lips brushed against the boy's fingertips unintentionally, and the child was stunned, staring wide-eyed at the smiling boy.
"Is it good?" the boy asked him.
The child blushed, and after a long while, managed to utter two words: "Sweet."
This person is actually sweet.
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"Luo Wenchuan, shut up!" A sound rang out in the quiet morning. Song Ling frowned and kicked the sleeping Luo Wenchuan off the bed.
His sweet dream was disturbed. When Luo Wenchuan opened his eyes, his eyes still held a hint of grievance: "Brother Ling..."
After Song Ling lowered her hand, Luo Wenchuan saw a rather deep bite mark on Song Ling's reddened earlobe.
"Are you a dog? Why do you bite people whether you're awake or asleep?" Song Ling cursed. The little brat's mouth is never idle. He didn't know if his oral needs weren't met when he was a child, because now he wants to bite everything he sees.
"I, I didn't mean to, Brother Ling, does it hurt?"
A faint sweet taste lingered on his tongue. Luo Wenchuan sat back on the bed and was about to touch Song Ling's earlobe when someone reached out and stopped him.
"Why do you always say these things that are not true? If I bite you, do you think it will hurt?"
"Then, Brother Ling, bite me, bite me anywhere."
Seeing Luo Wenchuan's ingratiating manner, Song Ling suddenly felt that if this person had a tail, he would definitely come and wag it in front of her every day.
“I don’t have that fetish.” Song Ling glanced coldly at Luo Wenchuan and was about to get up when Luo Wenchuan had already gone around to help him put his shoes to his feet.
As soon as Song Ling put his leg down, Luo Wenchuan immediately bent down to help him put on his socks.
Song Ling looked quietly at the person kneeling on one knee, who hadn't even had time to put on his pajama bottoms, and asked, "Aren't your shoes dirty on the ground, Young Master Luo?"
“They are different.”
"What's different?"
“Brother Ling, it’s different.”
Luo Wenchuan's eyes held a subtle, unfathomable smile.
The mere presence of Song Ling was enough to tempt him to touch her. The moment Luo Wenchuan placed his hand on Song Ling's ankle, he felt nothing but a surge of desire, and had no sense of impurity whatsoever.
Song Ling didn't understand what he meant. Whose shoes aren't shoes? How could bacteria possibly avoid his shoes?
Seeing that Luo Wenchuan was looking down and not reacting, Song Ling was about to pull her leg back when her ankle was suddenly grabbed by this person.
“Brother Ling…” Luo Wenchuan looked at him, his eyes slightly narrowed, like a little fox.
Song Ling's gaze followed the man's neck down, landing on the black boxer shorts covered by a thin fabric, and he suddenly understood what the man meant. He sat up straight, crossed his legs over the other leg that was hanging off the bed, and raised his toes slightly.
Luo Wenchuan leaned down, a glint of infatuation flashing in his eyes.
"Brother Ling, Brother Ling..." Luo Wenchuan called out to Song Ling, each call more moving and more impatient than the last.
Song Ling looked at the person on the ground with great calmness. In that instant, he could indeed feel that Luo Wenchuan was not pretending, but truly loved someone.
His gaze and his reactions were so sincere and touching, yet why were his actions so cold and unbearable?
What kind of person is Luo Wenchuan?
A note from the author:
Here comes owo;
Thanks to "Cherry Tree Leaves Falling Down" for the landmines and nutrient solution—
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Brother Ling, have a good time during this vulnerable period.
When a layer of mist rose in this person's eyes, Song Ling was stunned for a moment.
"Brother Ling."
Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling with confusion, pleading, and expectation. He was like a fish out of water, desperately waiting for a downpour to rescue him.
"Wen Chuan, you..."
Song Ling paused for a moment, not asking the question about "love." Luo Wenchuan was very young, and he wasn't sure if this person truly understood the meaning of that word.
Even at the height of the controversy, this person only used the word "like," which is much less meaningful than "love."
"Let me go." Song Ling's voice sounded tired.
Luo Wenchuan's eyes lingered after hearing those words. He moved forward and rested his head on Song Ling's lap: "Don't leave, someone is looking for you."
“I know my family is looking for me.”