Chapter 133:

Zheng Feiyu wasn't beside him. His primary gonads stopped and went into a state of rest. He no longer needed to take medicine to maintain his health.
Dai Xiao took a part-time photography job and ran to the film and television city in Zhenbei all day long, earning a lot of income;
Cheng Xiu took over the business of the Redberry West Point House. Although the West Point House Sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs, and a lot of chores and chores. For Zheng Feiyu, it is a chicken knife for killing chickens, but it is an uneasy burden for Cheng Xiu. Fortunately, he also came from a serious business background, and followed Zheng Feiyu for several years. Without any lack of experience, he passed through the initial painful running-in period, and slowly became comfortable.
As for the Qingguo Inn, there was less noise along the street at night, more affordable breakfast, and the layout of the rooms was changed by Zheng Feiyan one by one, and the occupancy rate was rising, and the book number grew alarming.
Compared to last year, their lives are actually better.
But there are also some unaccustomed.
He An went to the West Point House and noticed that the barista at the bar changed a strange face. The new barista nodded politely and asked him what he wanted to drink, but he would not take the initiative to walk out of the bar, pull open the chair, and silently pleaded with him to stay for a while, without a conversation, give him a cup of hot cocoa.
There was no quiet and warm eyes, soaking in him, incorporating his every move into his heart.
Suzuran's milk cake was always made by people when it came. It was sprinkled with crushed vanilla and garnished with strawberry granules. A small piece of fresh and cool, and put it in a shallow dish.
now what?
Lily's mouth was choked, and He An went to West Point to buy a carton pack with the exact same recipe, even from the same pastry chef, but Lily didn't like it. He scooped up a spoonful and tasted, but also felt that something was missing.
and also……
There is rain in July.
Rain is frequent in the middle of summer, and it is easy for sleepy buyers. He An is not an impatient person. He likes to hold daisies, smell the moist grass, and wait for the rain to clear under the low eaves-at least before. Now, when the rain was flowing over the blue slate, he looked at the corner of the misty narrow alley, and couldn't help thinking of the man who came up with an umbrella and drenched his arm.
Zheng Fei's umbrella shade seems to be more secure than the eaves.
The rain broke across his face, and He An held the bouquet tightly, and there was a little panic.
In the evening, the family watched TV in the living room. Dai Xiao and Cheng Xiu lived in the same room. They were already used to sitting on a sofa side by side, and He An took Lily of the Valley to the other side. He didn't feel cramped before, but now he's a little bit upset.
Dai Xiao and Cheng Xiu, each other, returned to each other on weekdays, and when they were finished, they were still the most trusted people in each other. For more than half a year, He An watched them become familiar day by day, and felt clear boundaries every day.
Although it is unintentional and invisible, as long as it is three people, there will be one day after all.
I know everything.
Only then, he had Zheng Feiyan beside him.
Alpha would stay with him and Lily of the Valley restrainedly. He said nothing and was not suspicious. He was willing to chat with him with only one look, so the four kept a delicate balance. He An always thought that he himself Of course, they are closer to Cheng Xiu and Dai Xiao, but they are not.
Zheng Feiyu's guardian, who seemed to be alienated, was unusually close.
Now people leave, but shadows are everywhere.
Rumble.
The sky passed by a dull thunder, Shen Yun covered the sun, the wind screamed, and there was a flying sand outside the courtyard. Seeing the heavy rain was approaching, He An put down Pu Fan and carried Lily of the Valley into the room.
The little girl was one and a half years old, soft and beeping, her eyebrows opened a little longer, and there were a few more traces of Zheng Feiyu.
He An sat by the bed and nodded her little nose.
Occasionally he would also dream about what happened that night, dreaming of Zheng Feiyu breaking through the door, indiscriminately pressing him under his body, tearing his pajamas, his eyes drowsy, and he was burning with fire.
At that time, the outbreak of Alpha pheromones washed out of He An's consciousness, and the pungent blood gave him soberness for the last few seconds, letting him see Zheng Fei's wrist—blood dripping, new wounds, old wounds, and fester The flesh was stuck to the rope, the end was torn, dripping blood, and the pendulum was shaking in front of the eyes.
Tick, tick, tick ...
It turned out that such a scene under the ribbon was not a "decoration" at all.
Zheng Feiyu lied to him.
So when did it all start?
He An was searching for the answer in the dissipating delusion. He vaguely remembered that the first time he smelled the pheromone in Zheng Fei's room was out of February this year. For such a long time, hasn't Zheng Feiyu been like this tonight, and tied himself up as long as he sleeps?
He An suddenly gave up the struggle.
He was lying on the back of Zheng Feiyan, with a calm look. He didn't even raise his hand to press the alarm bell on the bedside, and let the other person hold his shoulders, forcing him to turn his head, revealing his fragile neck.
He knew that Zheng Feiyu was completely irrational, dominated by primitive instincts, and only wanted to bite through his gonad, but even in this huge panic, he actually got a sense of relaxation that was about to be relieved.