Song Yuran didn't want to call Huo Qingzhi either, but who knew that when she got home, she stood at the door and was about to take out her keys only to find that her bag had been left in her car.

You can't enter the door without a key, and the worst thing is that you don't have a backup key...

Standing downstairs and blowing the wind for a while, Song Yuran calmed down and called Huo Qingzhi.

"That... Huo Boss?" As soon as the call was connected, Song Yuran unconsciously bent over slightly, compared to the sharp teeth in front of Chi Bizhen, it can be said to be humble, "Are you busy?"

"What's wrong?"

The other end was very quiet, and she guessed that there was a high probability that it did not disturb her.

Thinking of this possibility, Song Yuran straightened up, "It's just... I left my bag in your car... I didn't take it when I got home and opened the door. Is it convenient now? I'll go get the bag."

Afterwards, the air was silent for several seconds. It was so long until Song Yuran thought the other party hung up the phone that she heard her say, "I'm eating, I sent you the address, come and get it."

"OK!"

Song Yuran frowned unconsciously, but looking at the address, it would take about an hour to get there from home, without taking a taxi.

She thought about it, Huo Qingzhi probably wouldn't break up after eating for a while, and it was already long before she thought she would take the subway.

In the subway running at a constant speed, Song Yuran stood near the door, the glass of the door reflected her appearance at this time, with one hand holding the ring above her head, her eyes fell outside the glass.

At night, the buildings with bright neon lights flashed by quickly with the speed of the subway. Song Yuran's eyes were not focused, but at the moment when he suddenly regained consciousness, he felt a line of sight glued to her body.

Subconsciously searched for that gaze, and suddenly met the gaze of the woman sitting obliquely in front. The other party seemed to have no intention of covering up. She was holding a notebook in her hand and writing something on the notebook with a pencil in her right hand, or saidis painting.

The moment they met their eyes, the other party smiled silently at her.

Song Yuran subconsciously looked at her, a loose shirt was casually put on over the white camisole, her facial features were regular, and she was pretty.

As if being treated as a model for painting, Song Yuran consciously stood up straight, and her gaze, which had nowhere to rest, simply fell on the real-time subway arrival screen above.

There are three more stops.

The address given by Huo Qingzhi is not far from the subway station, and it will take a few minutes to walk after getting off the subway.

"etc!"

Song Yuran had just followed the crowd down the subway and headed for the exit when she suddenly heard someone calling her from behind.

She wasn't quite sure it was her who was calling, and tentatively looked back, and found that it was the woman in the subway just now.

"Hi~ hello." The woman smiled at her.

"...Hi?" She stopped, her eyes full of doubts, and she silently asked why the other party stopped her.

"This is the sketch I just drew for you, please accept it if you don't mind."

Song Yuran could smell the perfume on the other party's body at close range.

She has already received the sketch handed over by the woman, and the drawing is actually very good. It is the appearance of her standing in the subway just now. The quality is so high that she was a little surprised, and said pleasantly: "Ah, thank you."

After receiving the painting, she was about to leave when she heard the other party say, "Can I be a friend?"

Because the other party was a woman, she thought it was just "making friends", so Song Yuran didn't think too much about it, and readily agreed, and quickly took out her phone and added friends on the spot.

When the woman saw the other person's profile picture on the screen, her smile deepened, and no one noticed them in the crowded subway station.

She took a step forward, consciously exuding her pheromones, and brought her red lips close to Song Yuran's ear, "Actually, my susceptibility period is coming, can I invite you to spend it together? I'm looking for an alpha to be me."A constant partner." At the end, he blew lightly into her ear.

Women are very confident about their sweet pheromones. Adding friends usually means acquiescing to further development, and subsequent invitations are easier.

However, after she finished speaking, she saw the other person's body tremble, took two steps back abruptly, and covered her ears in horror.

"!!!" Song Yuran's eyes widened in disbelief, and she suddenly understood that the other party was teasing/teasing herself.

This fucking turned out to be a flirtation!

"No, no, no!!" Song Yuran was so frightened that he stuttered, and stuffed the sketch back indiscriminately, "I don't want the drawing, thank you, goodbye!"

After finishing speaking, how embarrassing and embarrassing it would be to run away from the scene with oil on the soles of your feet.

Song Yuran, who came out of the subway and breathed the fresh air, felt like she was alive after a catastrophe. She thought she was familiar with the rules of survival in this world, but when an omega, who she knew as a woman, approached her and made a requestThe invitation to spend the spring breeze with her, everyone will feel very scary, okay?

She looked back, but fortunately, the other party did not follow.

Song Yuran breathed a sigh of relief, and on the way to the restaurant, she took out her phone and quickly deleted the friends she just added.

Thinking about the feeling of being blown in her ears just now made her skin crawl, it was too scary.

Walking to that restaurant, Song Yuran got the name of the sign right, and instead of calling Huo Qingzhi, he sent her a message.

She wasn't sure if Huo Qingzhi was busy, so she didn't have the nerve to call to disturb her.

There was a small fountain pool at the entrance of the restaurant. Song Yuran sat and waited by the fountain pool. It took about ten minutes before Huo Qingzhi saw the news and replied "Yeah".

Song Yuran rubbed her ears that had been blown. It was very strange. Although a period of time had passed, she still felt that her ears were still very hot, and even the surrounding skin had a tendency to feel hot.

"It's poisonous..." Such a fever made Song Yuran a little annoyed, she frowned, and now she just wanted to go home and take a shower.

Loud voices came from the door of the restaurant. Song Yuran looked up and saw Huo Qingzhi coming out from inside, followed by several people, one of whom she had seen before was Shen Yushu.

I think they're gone.

She walked over quickly, "Mr. Huo."

Huo Qingzhi nodded, before she could speak, Shen Yushu came over to join them.

"Qingzhi, is this your new secretary?"

"Yes." Huo Qingzhi nodded, and briefly introduced: "Song Yuran."

Shen Yushu nodded, and wanted to introduce herself, but Song Yuran took over the conversation and switched to the innocent mode in a second: "I know, you are Mr. Huo's good friend, Miss Shen Yushu, right?"

"It's me." Faced with Song Yuran's obedient smile, Shen Yushu smiled subconsciously, "Now don't call me Miss in private time, it's a bit weird."

"That's good." Song Yuran couldn't help lamenting the gap between people in his heart, and even more helpless, how could Huo Qingzhi be friends with Bichi, and then said: "That's sister Yushu, is it okay?"

"Of course." Shen Yushu looked at Huo Qingzhi, who was looking normal, and said to Song Yuran, "Can I ask you something?"

"Qingzhi drank, I hope you can take her back, her residence is not far away, it would take a little time to ask for a driver."

have a look!Song Yuran really wanted to tell the arrogant Bichi to take a good look at what it means to be considerate.

"no problem."

Song Yuran accepted the task of sending Huo Qingzhi home with a smile. Seeing Shen Yushu talking with other friends, she said to Huo Qingzhi, "Mr. Huo, I'll take you back first."

Huo Qingzhi nodded, handed her the car keys, and the two walked to the parking space.

On the way, Huo Qingzhi always felt that something was wrong, so she looked sideways at Song Yuran.

Song Yuran was looked at inexplicably, she touched her face unconsciously: "Is there something on my face?"

"No." Huo Qingzhi turned his eyes and landed on Song Yuran's red ears, "Your ears are very red."

"I know." Song Yuran touched his ears, and the enthusiasm increased instead of diminishing. When he remembered what happened on the subway just now, the irritability rose again. He frowned and said, "I met a lunatic when I came here."

Huo Qing's house is very close, 15 minutes' drive away.

The dim yellow carriage was very quiet, so quiet that there was only the sound of the air conditioner blowing air, which made Song Yuran feel a little restless in his heart unconsciously.

"Can I play a song?" she asked.

Huo Qingzhi, who had been looking out of the car window with his head tilted, withdrew his gaze, glanced at her in the rearview mirror unconsciously, and replied, "Yes."

The singing didn't seem to ease Song Yuran's mood. The heat in her ears spread infinitely, and she began to feel very hot.

She pushed down the car window, and the cold night wind poured into the car driving at high speed.

"You..." Huo Qingzhi frowned, hesitated to speak.

"What?"

"It's nothing." She shook her head, probably because she felt something was wrong.

The cars entering the community lined up, and Song Yuran lightly stepped on the brakes to stop.

Her wandering gaze went from the windshield to the window, and finally landed on the rearview mirror. She saw Huo Qingzhi in the rearview mirror, and she fell asleep with her neck pillow.

The red lipstick is full of presence in the car with only the warm lights on, and the two red lips are like delicate roses.

Turning her head unconsciously, her eyes fell on Huo Qingzhi's lips even more recklessly. Through the light from the car window, those two lips glowed seductively.

She wanted to kiss him.

Realizing that she had this idea, Song Yuran's pupils trembled, and she felt that she must be crazy!

Perhaps her gaze was too prescient, Huo Qingzhi suddenly opened his eyes.

The voice was full of vigilance: "Song Yuran, has your susceptibility period reached?"