Chapter 11: 11

Gently pushed open the door, but did not see Song Bai Lao in the room. I thought he was not in the bedroom, and just as I closed the door and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I heard intermittent voices coming from the balcony.

“As for an asthma attack, you don’t have to come here specially for a minor problem.”

Song Bai Lao’s voice was full of extremely patient deference and suppressed irritability. I don’t know what the person on the other side said, but the submissiveness could no longer be maintained, and he began to explode completely.

“He’s my son anyway. Am I going to kill him? Whose fault is it that he can’t speak?”

After the attack, there was another long silence.

I took off the quilt and lay on the bed, not daring to make any noise during the period, for fear that the noise entering Song Bai Lao’s ears would provoke him even more.

When I finally lay down, I let out a long sigh, and Song Bai Lao hung up.

The sliding door was opened and closed, with the cool mountain wind blowing on the back of my neck, I couldn’t help shivering. After a while, the bed behind me sank, and Song Bai Lao sat down.

I lay there on my side stiffly, without any sleepiness at all, I always felt a gaze staring at me, from bottom to top, blatantly.

What the hell is he looking at?

I opened my eyes and stared straight ahead into the darkness, wanting to look back. See why Song Bai Lao is staring at me if he doesn’t sleep in the middle of the night.

Suddenly, the bed moved slightly, and Song Bai Lao finally moved.

In the next instant, a small piece of skin on the back of my neck was touched by even more scorching body temperature, which caused infinite itching.

“It’s healed.” He scratched at the place where he had bitten, and there was some inexplicable regret in his tone.

Because of the awkward location, I never took a close look at the bite mark. I only heard Aunt Jiu say a few words during the dressing change. It healed quite quickly, and it was a beautiful alpha mark.

I don’t know how to define “beautiful”, but it heals quickly thanks to Song Bai Lao who didn’t tear it when he opened his mouth. I’ve seen many Omegas with very large bite scars on the back of their necks. Gotta panic. Not to mention the Omega, but to say that the scar on the back of Ning Shi’s neck was as if bitten by a beast. I remember that she couldn’t even get out of bed the next day, she had a thick gauze wrapped around her neck, and her face was as white as paper.

Thinking about it this way, Song Bai Lao is still “showing mercy”.

“Healed, my smell on you will fade.” There was a sense of oppression behind me that I couldn’t ignore. I already had some bad feelings. I was about to turn around to stop him, but he grabbed my chin first, fixed the head.

The sharp pain struck again, in the same place, in the same depth.

“Hmm…”

Although beta has no cervical gonads to exchange pheromones with Alpha, Alpha’s pheromone can be injected into Beta’s body through canine teeth. As Song Bai Lao said, there was a time when I had his scent on my body. But this smell will dissipate eventually, and it will not form a permanent mark.

The feeling of pheromone flowing into my body is not good, it is sour and swell, like someone took an oversized needle into my body to suffocate the concentrated acid.

The pain was unbearable, I pushed Song Bai Lao’s chest with my backhand, the force between his fingers suddenly increased, and his teeth closed a little bit more.

The fingers on his chest curled up a little bit, and my whole body was shaking: “Don’t do this…”

It seemed that I was very satisfied with my showing weakness, but maybe I felt that the pain was enough for me to learn to behave, and he gradually relaxed again.

By the time he finished marking the second time, I was sweating, my neck was sticky, and I felt like I was just recovering from a serious illness.

Song Bai Lao pulled out his canine teeth and licked the residual blood around the wound with his soft tongue: “Fortunately, there is not a lot of blood.”

It is said that Alpha’s saliva has the effect of hemostasis and disinfection, but I don’t know if it is true.

“I…I’ll go to Aunt Jiu to bandage it…” My legs were still a little weak when I went down to the ground.

I don’t know why he did this, is he just in a bad mood to piss me off?

It’s impossible to really want to leave his scent on me…

“Ning Yu.”

I stood there holding the half-open door, looking back, Song Bai Lao was sitting cross-legged on the bed and looking at me, the white bathrobe I don’t know if it was because I messed it up just now, but the front of his chest was a little bigger, revealing most of his strong chest muscles. His elbows were on his knees, his chin was supported, and there was even a little dark red blood on the corners of his lips.

“Tomorrow my dad will come.” He said blankly, “No matter what he says, don’t refute him, I will handle it.”

I was stunned, not quite understanding what Song Bai Lao meant. But…just don’t talk.

“I see.” I nodded obediently, turned and walked out the door.

Once the door was closed, even if it was only separated by a wall, the invisible pressure brought by Song Bai Lao would be much smaller.

If it wasn’t for the fear that Song Bai Lao would suddenly open the door and come out, I would really like to lean on the door and catch my breath first.

Song Mo fell ill today. In order to prevent anything else at night, Aunt Jiu will stay by Song Mo’s side all night.

When I quietly pushed the door in, I found that Luo Meng Bai was also there. She had taken off the bite stopper, her whole face looked delicate and clean, she was wearing loose uniforms, and her long hair was tucked softly in front of her chest.

After Aunt Jiu figured out my intention, Luo Meng Bai stopped her just as she was about to get up.

“I’ll come, after all, I’m a professional.”

Seeing that she took the initiative, Aunt Jiu sat back again.

Song Mo’s room is a suite, and the outside is his play area, with brightly colored plastic slides, rocking horses, and many toys.

Luo Meng Bai and I found two cute animal benches and sat down. She opened her medicine box and drew a circle with her index finger towards me: “Turn around and turn your back to me.”

I did as I was told, and it didn’t take long to feel the wound behind me being gently wiped with a sterile cotton ball. Some tingling, but bearable.

“Cousin’s mouth is really ruthless.” Luo Meng Bai hissed softly, “What does he think it is, after eliminating it, eliminating it, and fighting it again, is it botulism? Botulism is still useful, what can pheromone do? Perfume is tasteless.”

I was amused by her metaphor: “Can you smell it?” “You can smell it. But do you know the antecedent of human evolution to ABO gender system?”

“Well, yes, because c20. ”

Research shows that the c20 virus may come from some kind of feline or canine. You see, marking the territory, passive estrus, they are very feline-like, and when Alpha is paired with x… ah, sorry, I’m used to it, is alpha in [here omit the characteristics of A in some behaviors], and it is very similar to dogs. So Alpha’s pheromone is actually used to warn other males to keep them away from their own possessions. Theory Speaking of which, even if I could smell my cousin’s pheromone, I wouldn’t like it.”

I was taught to nod, “So it is.”

When it came to her research field, Luo Meng Bai seemed to have turned on the chatterbox mode. Not finish talking.

“Viruses are the cradle of human evolution. Humans become human beings because they are infected with viruses. C20 has allowed human beings to evolve six sexes and have habits that are unique to other species. This is a very interesting thing. Most people think this is the retrogression of civilization, but I don’t think, I think this is the test that the virus brings to mankind, if modern medicine can overcome the side effects it brings, it will become another new civilization.” ,Luo Meng Bai put gauze on me while talking.

“AO blood type is 100% immune to C20, but B blood type is very strange, with only 90% immunity rate, while AB blood type is even worse, and has no immunity at all. There are two hypotheses in the medical community. One is that I think this may be related to the antibodies carried by the four blood types, and the other thinks it is related to the length of time the blood type is generated. O is the oldest blood type, followed by A, then B, and AB blood type has the shortest existence. The one that has existed for the longest time, there will always be more ways to do it, right?”

It is also very tiring to communicate with such cultural people, I seem to understand every word she said, but after thinking about it, I don’t know. What is she saying.

“…Well, yes.” I was too embarrassed to interrupt her, so I could only listen to her chatting for half an hour. If Aunt Jiu hadn’t seen why she didn’t go back out to take a look, she might have dragged me to chat for another half an hour.

Touching the gauze that was compliant behind my neck, I followed them in and took a look at Song Mo’s situation.

The little guy took the medicine to sleep at night, and now he is breathing evenly and his expression is relaxed. It is obvious that the dream is in full swing.

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“Young master should be fine, go to sleep, I’m here.” Aunt Jiu said to Luo Meng.

Luo Meng Bai gently listened to Song Mo’s heart and lungs again, and felt that there was no problem, so she nodded.

“Okay, call me if you have something.”

I walked out of the door with Luo Meng Bai and walked together for a while.

“Mo Mo’s problems were brought out from the womb, and inherited his mother’s physique. You will have to take care of it in the future.”

The first time I heard people mention Song Mo’s mother, I couldn’t help but be a little curious: “His mother…”

Luo Meng Bai paused for a moment, turned his head to stare at me for a moment, and then quickly picked up: “You don’t know? Didn’t my cousin tell you?”

I even knew that he had a child not long ago, how would I know? Who is the mother of his child.

I shook my head: “I don’t know, Song Bai Lao never told me.”

At the fork in the road, Luo Meng Bai stopped: “Then let him tell you the specifics. But the other party is no longer alive, I can only tell you that.”

Back in the room, Song Bai Lao was already asleep. I slept against the edge of the bed just like last time, and woke up the next morning, only to find myself rolling into the middle of the big bed and hugging Song Bai Lao.

I breathed lightly, and I could have withdrawn from Song Bai Lao’s embrace without disturbing him. It took a lot of effort to move to the edge of the bed, and just as I was about to get up, Song Bai Lao woke up.

He stroked his forehead, wondering if he hadn’t slept well or awake, his long eyebrows were tightened, and his face was hesitant.

“What time is it?”

I glanced at the electronic clock on the bedside: “It’s half past eight.”

He seemed to think it was too early, he closed his eyes again after hearing the words, rolled over while wrapped in a quilt, and was going to sleep again.

“Wake me up at ten o’clock,” he said vaguely.

I instructed the servant to wake up Song Bai Lao at ten o’clock, and then I went to see Song Mo again.

His was better than yesterday, and when I went in, he was sitting on the bed reading a storybook.

I thought it was a comic strip, but when I got closer, it turned out to be a text-only version.

“Do you understand?”

Song Mo raised his head from the book: “Yeah.”

A five-year-old child can read books by himself. Is it because Alphas are too good, or Song Bai Lao’s genes are too good?

However, rather than reading stories by himself, Song Mo obviously prefers others to tell him stories. He saw that I had nothing to do next to him, so he simply shoved the storybook into my arms, lay down and found a comfortable angle, his big eyes stared at me expectantly.

I scratched his nose amusingly and picked up the book to read to him.

At about ten o’clock, Luo Qinghe arrived. He strode into the room, wearing a three-piece iron-gray suit, looking very formal.

Seeing him coming, I quickly stepped aside consciously.

Both Luo Meng Bai and Song Bai Lao followed behind him, Song Bai Lao seemed a little absent-minded, wondering if he had not slept enough, and Luo Meng Bai seemed to be explaining Song Mo’s illness to Luo Qinghe along the way.

“It’s all right uncle, just be careful. Don’t scare yourself, he’s not that weak.”

Luo Qinghe sat on the bed, where Song Bai Lao was sitting yesterday. Unlike Song Bai Lao, when he faced Song Mo, his expression was very gentle, almost like a different person.

“Mo Mo, is it still uncomfortable?”

Song Mo shook his head.

Luo Qinghe touched his forehead lovingly, and asked questions in a low voice such as whether he was hungry or not, and whether he was cold or not, but Song Mo never said a word, just shook his head and nodded in reply.

Luo Qinghe sighed, somewhat helplessly tucked the quilt for Song Mo.

When he turned his head again, his expression changed completely, and he could clearly feel that he had taken back all the warmth.

“Can’t our family afford you?”

My eyes were right on him, which made me realize that the other party was talking to me.

I followed Song Bai Lao’s teaching yesterday and immediately lowered my head without making a sound.

“Momo is a sensitive physique. Your work is not good for his body. I hope not to do it again in the future… that kind of live broadcast.”

Just listening to this conversation, people who didn’t know thought I was doing something strange.

“If you really feel bored at home, you can ask your family to teach a musical instrument or a language, which is more meaningful than continuing your unsuccessful career.”

I can see that Song Bai Lao’s lips are like a sword, and a knife sees blood. That Luo Qinghe is a frog boiled in warm water, and the meat is cut with a dull knife.

Song Bai Lao’s words were unpleasant and he was still angry in his heart, but Luo Qinghe’s words sounded harsh at first, but after careful reflection, they seemed to be quite reasonable.

“I’ll take care of these things.” Song Bai Lao’s voice sounded at this moment, with some toughness, “You’re here to see Song Mo today, don’t worry about anything else.”

I secretly looked up, the two father and son, they stared at each other, and the lines of sight that intersected were almost rubbing sparks.

In the end, Luo Qinghe looked away first, and said goodbye softly to Song Mo on the bed.

“Grandpa is leaving first, I’ll see you next time.” He got up and walked out, calling Song Bai Lao at the same time.

After the two left, Luo Meng Bai and I exchanged awkward smiles.

The father and son didn’t go far at all, and they quarreled outside.

“Look at how you take care of your children? He is your son after all, so can’t you take good care of him?”

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“I’m not taking good care of him. How did I treat him badly?”

Song Mo frowned tightly, his entire body shrunk into the quilt. I can only pick up the storybook again and use my own reading voice to cover up the outside voice.

“Are you raising children? You’re just raising a puppy and kitten…”

“I have done everything you asked me to do, what else do you want? Let me be a good father?” Song Bai Lao with a cold snort, “I don’t even know what a good father looks like, so how can I know how to play the role of a good father?”

These words are so powerful that I unconsciously quieted down, wanting to hear what Luo Qinghe was like.

“Slapp!” The loud slap that followed immediately made my hand shake, and I almost shook the book off.

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