After being marked by Enigma with O

Chapter 39

Luo Wenchuan is a popular person

"Why do you want everything?" Song Ling muttered, knowing that Luo Wenchuan didn't just want oranges.

What happened during the day flooded into Song Ling's mind, making Song Ling's whole body burn.

He has never been an impatient person, and has always been proud of his strong self-control, but when Luo Wenchuan looked at him with expectant and fiery eyes, he really felt thirsty for a moment.

What's wrong with him, even his forehead is hot.

After going to the next ward to exchange two dragon fruits, Song Ling's heart barely calmed down.

Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling's reddened earlobes, quietly admiring his own Alpha, blushing with embarrassment because of thinking of that kind of thing.

Qinghe's follow-up matter has been handled by Assistant Wang. Song Ling can see that Lin Fenghe's side is sometimes deliberately delaying the cooperation process, and it will not be beneficial to Qinghe if it continues like this.

Song Ling was going to talk to Lin Fenghe again, when Assistant Wang suddenly sent a message, saying that the contract had been drawn up and they were waiting for both parties to sign it.

The sudden good news, I don't know which muscle of Lin Fenghe has been unblocked, and the efficiency is so high all of a sudden.

"Brother Ling, I just saw something that suits you very well, would you like to take a look?" Seeing that Song Ling was still looking at the terminal and did not respond to himself, Luo Wenchuan leaned over and asked him, "Is there anything happy about it?" ?”

The joy on this man's face could hardly be contained.

Song Ling nodded and put away the terminal: "Yes, the contract with Twilight is almost done."

"Is Brother Ling happy?" Luo Wenchuan asked again.

"Of course I'm happy. After spending so much time, I finally have a result."

In another half a month, the school in Beicheng will start soon, and he will feel a lot more relaxed in his heart if he can go back after dealing with these matters.

A gleam of light flashed in Luo Wenchuan's eyes, with a dark color: "From now on, Brother Ling can concentrate on carrying out the mission."

His voice was full of anticipation and certainty, as if he had planned the future of the two of them countless times in his mind.

Song Ling nodded, took an orange from the small table and peeled it for Luo Wenchuan to eat.

In the past few days when the child was hospitalized, Song Ling was by his side almost all the time. In a place like a hospital, the two of them could be regarded as daily friends.

Many of Luo Wenchuan's habits are clearly exposed.

Children have selective cleanliness, both mentally and physically.When I first met, I don't know if I didn't notice it or if I was a mild illness. In short, this cleanliness addiction is not easy for outsiders to see, and it seems to be more serious recently.

Luo Wenchuan only ate the food he sent and drank the water he handed over during the few days he was recovering from his illness. If Song Ling wasn't around for half a day, this person would be thirsty for half a day without drinking a drop of water.

Obviously, this person didn't respond when he used those claws to help him put on his shoes and socks, but now that someone else touched him, he wished his hands would be washed and torn.

It's really weird.

"In a few days, I may accompany Assistant Wang and Ms. Song to look over the contract. If I can't come back at noon, the aunt at home will deliver the food. Remember to eat." Song Ling warned.

Luo Wenchuan opened his mouth and bit the orange he handed over: "I can wait."

"It will be late."

"fine."

"No, three meals must be eaten on time." Song Ling looked at the poor man, and stuffed the remaining oranges into his mouth. Seeing the aggrieved look on his face, he couldn't help sighing: " You are so stubborn, how can you live without me."

"So, Brother Ling can't leave me behind." Luo Wenchuan had a pale and shy smile on his face, like a dodder flower that would wither if it lost its attachment, and put all his trust in Song Ling, only Live on the nourishment that this person gives.

"Well, I can't bear it either."

Song Ling's tone was so gentle, at this moment, he was really reluctant to leave, he wished he could hold Luo Wenchuan in his palm, or turn it into a drop of blood in his heart.

It is a lucky thing to meet someone you want to cherish at the right time.

"What did you say you bought just now?" Song Ling remembered that Luo Wenchuan seemed to have said so.

"Suddenly I don't want to tell you, wait until you receive it."

The drafted contract was quickly sent to Song Ling's terminal, and Song Ling sent a copy to Jiang Xizhou, who revised the contract carefully before sorting out the paper documents.

Good news came from Miss Song. The information leaked this time can be cut off by updating the system.Although the user information lost in the past cannot be recovered, the system can selectively track and screen the whereabouts of the screening information, and create fake information and put it into it for confusion.

Several terminal companies agreed to this plan, and also began to redeem among users.

Everything is ready, just sign the contract.

This was Song Ling's first time fully participating in Qinghe's affairs, and it seemed that he handled it fairly.

Several executives had a meal with Lin Fenghe at noon.

Song Ruozhi looked at Song Ling who was talking and laughing happily with the CEOs, and was stunned for a long time.

This was the first time that Rong Ruozhi felt that Song Ling had grown up, and the person who insisted on going to Beicheng University was actually caring about Qinghe all the time.She began to reflect on whether what she had done before was a bit extreme in the past.

If this child were left in the imperial capital, maybe Song Ling wouldn't meet some people he shouldn't have met.

Song Ling seemed to have noticed Ms. Song's gaze, and the two of them left the dinner temporarily in a tacit understanding.

The person leaning on the railing was wearing a long black dress, and the dim light cast the shadow of his long eyelashes on his eyes.

Time seems to give special favor to beauties. Song Ruozhi's face is more mature and noble after years of beauty. It is a thrilling beauty that can be seen at a glance and never tired of seeing. It is not only the skin but also the bones.

"Mom." Song Ling handed over a cup of hot tea.

Song Ruozhi looked back at the quilt in Song Ling's hand, slightly pursed his red lips, "You still know how to come to me to ask for warmth."

"Look at what you said, I'm your own son." Song Ling put his hands on the railing, and the greenness between his brows and eyes was hidden by his neat hair.

Song Ruozhi looked at Song Ling, and asked him, "Have you thought about it, and... Luo Wenchuan."

She still couldn't let go of her heart. Song Ling was too decent a person, and he wouldn't think badly about people easily.

"Maybe you don't believe it, but it is him. I am very grateful to you for sending me to Song County. There are many excellent people there. Their background may not be high, but their quality and ability are first-class, including me. Loved and cherished Luo Wenchuan."

Loved and cherished Luo Wenchuan.

Song Ruozhi lowered his eyes to ponder the meaning of these words, and began to think about why a child who had worked so hard to raise fell for Luo Wenchuan after only two years of being sent out.

What the hell is that little bastard capable of?

"Song Ling, there are many things that are not as simple as you imagined. I am very glad that you are a person who values ​​friendship and keeps promises. You are much better than your father. But I also hope that you have a pair of discerning eyes and can see through illusions. to the essence of things." Song Ruozhi looked very serious, and this sentence sounded more like a piece of advice.

Song Ling looked at Song Ruozhi and felt that Ms. Song was acting abnormal these days.What this person wanted to tell him in the past, he basically didn't mention it repeatedly. He usually waited for him to hit the south wall before saying: "Look, this is your choice."

But recently, Ms. Song seems to be repeatedly mentioning similar words.

"I will, you trust me." Song Ling smiled, with his fearless confidence.

"Go back. After working so hard for so long, it's time to prepare for your studies." Song Ruozhi looked at his watch, took a teacup, and went to the private room.

The long skirt made people's waist more and more slender. No matter what time, Ms. Song's steps were always elegant and calm.

Song Ling still left the dinner ahead of time. He originally said hello that he would not go to the hospital today, but after thinking about it, he thought it would be nice to give the child a surprise.

Before going to the hospital, Song Ling deliberately went to an old restaurant and ordered a squirrel mandarin fish, intending to take it back for Luo Wenchuan.Luo Wenchuan's taste is no different from that of children, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, mandarin fish with squirrel, sweet and sour pork with pineapple, this kind of dish wrapped in sweets and deep-fried, can always eat a few more bites.

While waiting for the food on the first floor, a figure flashed past the door.It was a man sitting in a wheelchair with his back straight. Although he was wearing sunglasses, he always had a familiar feeling;

Song Ling didn't remember that he had ever known someone in a wheelchair, so he quickly forgot about him.

When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor in charge was planning to go to the ward to change the dressing.

In the past few days, the injury on Luo Wenchuan's arm has healed a lot. Except for disinfection, there is basically no need for special treatment.

Song Ling thought about the child's awkward expression even if someone touched his clothes, and reached out to stop the doctor on duty.

"Doctor, can I do this?" Song Ling asked.

The doctor was taken aback for a moment, and quickly realized Song Ling's meaning: "Yes, many patients will choose to go home and change their medicines at this stage. If you want to learn, you can come with me to the treatment room to see the changes of other patients. The medicine process. Let’s go, let’s ask for the patient’s consent first.”

"Okay." Song Ling put the food in his hand in the duty room, and then followed him to the treatment room.

The next patient to change her dressing was a very kind-looking grandma, surnamed Liu.

Song Ling is such an eye-catching and handsome young man, he has been busy in the surgical ward for the past few days, and no one has known him for a long time.

The elderly are often hospitalized, and they have never understood the mind of escorts. Many people come to be escorts, staying for a day or two at most, and most of the rest of the time they only come to deliver meals.Song Ling's posture of sleeping in the ward for more than ten days is very rare.

"Is there an Omega accompanying you?" Grandma Liu asked.

"Probably." Thinking of Luo Wenchuan's sobbing vigor, Song Ling felt that this person was quite like the kind of weak Omega who couldn't take care of himself.

No, he can't cry without Jiao Didi's O.Luo Wenchuan's eyes were like springs, and he couldn't stop the brakes.

After several people had finished talking, they began to change their dressings.Because he wants to teach "students", the doctor on duty brings some explanations when changing the dressing.

"First of all, you need to disinfect your hands, put on gloves, and then take this flat tweezers and toothed tweezers, one is used to pinch dry cotton balls, and the other..."

Song Ling read it very seriously. Even though dealing with trauma is a skill that every student in Beicheng University must master, he still read it again seriously.

"We must always remember the aseptic operation, and the wound should not be contaminated again, understand?" the doctor asked.

"clear."

"Then, it's time to go to the battlefield, Doctor Song." The doctor put the dressing change tray in Song Ling's hand, and made a cheering gesture.

Grandma Liu looked at Song Ling and made the same gesture.

Song Ling smiled sheepishly, and carried the tray to the ward.

His eyes fell on the three tweezers on the healing tray, and he suddenly remembered the days when he went on missions.Flat tweezers, toothed tweezers, object-holding tweezers, in fact, so many tweezers are not needed in emergency situations.

People stopped at the door of the ward, Song Ling was thinking whether to knock on the door, when he suddenly heard Luo Wenchuan's voice in the ward.

This little brat, didn't he sleep in the first place?

"I know what you mean, but what I did before was really in a hurry. If Song Ling had an accident, Song Ruozhi would be alarmed. She is not an easy person to deal with."

Luo Wenchuan's voice was very calm, without a trace of emotion, it could even be called indifferent.

"I don't have a soft heart. People's feelings don't happen overnight. I can't make willful demands before Song Ling fully trusts me. The contract has been drawn up. After the holiday, Song Ling will go to Beicheng. Soon, Qing He It's going to be part of the fad."

Qinghe will become a part of Fengxing.

What's the meaning.

Song Ling's hand was stuck on the doorknob. He was originally afraid to go in because he was afraid of disturbing Luo Wenchuan's sleep, but now he suddenly didn't know whether he should go in or not.

What on earth is Luo Wenchuan talking about? How could he have such a cold voice.

"I'm not quibbling, I've said it many times, approaching him is just for planning. Song Ling is a very slow person, and he won't fall in love with someone casually. easy."

Luo Wenchuan rubbed his frowning brows, the only one who could make him frown in this world was Luo Huaishan who didn't understand the situation at all and insisted on going his own way.

Only Luo Huaishan dared to send thugs to deal with Song Ling.From the moment Song Ling was admitted to Beicheng University, he had an inseparable relationship with the military. It was this that Luo Huaishan was afraid of. He had always been so ruthless and ruthless.

"The attack on Qinghe's system has been weakening, and I have sent the solution to Lin Fenghe. After signing the contract, he will find a way to replace Qinghe's senior executives. Song Ruozhi has a great reputation, and she will be the leader in the future. It exists as a representative, as a cultural symbol, and no one will find it abnormal."

"Don't worry, he trusts me very much now. It's just an expedient measure right now. I'm not an Alpha, and I won't be addicted to anyone's pheromones, let alone lose myself in a trick or a game. After all, no one will Like being a dog, don't you think?"

"Even if he finds something strange, Song Ling won't be too angry. This man is easy to coax, but it can be resolved with just a few words or between the bed. He is so superficial, impulsive, but with a woman's Ren. Everything is under my control, please don’t send call requests, it’s easy to be discovered.”

……

After that, Song Ling couldn't hear clearly.

July and August are the height of summer, but Song Ling could clearly feel that he was in a cold sweat.

He felt that he must have heard it wrong, otherwise he would not have heard such words from a docile rabbit.

Fengxing, Luo Wenchuan is a popular person.

Song Ling looked at the tray in his hand and suddenly felt a little ridiculous.He always thought that wars between businessmen in reality were nothing more than spreading rumors, embezzling official seals, and malicious competition, but he never thought it would be like this.

Two years, no, three years.

How could anyone be willing to spend three years weaving such a web.

What kind of charm Qinghe has is worth Luo Huaishan's trouble.

Song Ling gently closed the door, as if shutting the completely different Luo Wenchuan inside.

He should be angry, if he were any angry Alpha, he would rush in and ask what Luo Wenchuan meant.

But for some reason, at this moment, he chose to close the door.

The ward during nap time was extra quiet, and the bright lights illuminated the originally dark corridor without a single shadow.It's like the bright, frank, bloody truth before your eyes.

Song Ling looked at the gate of the ward, and suddenly felt a fishy-sweet taste in his throat. He put the treatment tray in the hands of the student on duty at the gate, and hurried out of the hospital.

The afternoon sun was still scorching the earth, and Song Ling was sweating on his forehead, to be precise, his whole body was covered in cold sweat.

He glanced at the black off-road parked in the parking lot, and then chose to walk home.He is in such a state that he really cannot drive.

He walked to the second floor, opened the door of his room, and lay on the bed without even taking off his clothes.

In the past at this time, Luo Wenchuan, who was waiting at home, would help him take off his shoes and socks, and would even press his shoulders and say a lot of soft words.

Thinking of such a cleanliness person bending down his noble body to help him take off his shoes and socks, Song Ling felt a chill in his heart.

"Who would like to be a dog?"

Luo Wenchuan's indifferent voice lingered in Song Ling's mind. He thought of one night in Song County, someone snuggled into his arms and asked him, "Can I just have a puppy."

This person's eyes of admiration and longing are all fake.

The familiar smell of pheromone came from the pillow, and Song Ling seemed to have seen that during the countless susceptible periods, he wanted to do something to Luo Wenchuan, but he could only wear the suppression ring to suppress his impulsive self.

He suddenly felt very ridiculous.

Restraint because of liking, unable to bear to touch because of love, every time the heart beats, I only use a bright smile to cover up the greed in my heart.

He loves and cherishes Luo Wenchuan.

But what about Luo Wenchuan?

The author says:

Xiao Luo is still too conceited in nature, and doesn't say anything about anything;

Thanks to "Tayton", the irrigation nutrient solution——