Sheng Shaoyou was stunned and opened his eyes.
In the darkness, Hua Yong's eyes were exceptionally bright, but not in the bright and lively way that the sun was. Her bottomless eyes were like a night sky covered with dark clouds, two dark clouds rubbing against each other painfully, creating bright, fleeting flashes of lightning.
Hua Yong's face was expressionless, his expression was as indifferent as his desire to live, so indifferent that it made people panic. His slender palm was gently and quietly pressed against Sheng Shaoyou's chest, the base of his palm was warm and soft, but it seemed to be firmly holding Sheng Shaoyou's gradually increasing heartbeat.
Hua Yong put her face against his chest and lowered her eyes. "I got some information about the application of gene scissors and a list of senior executives of X Holdings. I'll give them all to you, okay?"
But after not seeing him for a month, Hua Yong seemed to have become a clumsy businessman. He frankly laid out everything he had and lost to Sheng Shaoyou, and told him: These are all I have left, do you want any more?
But Sheng Shaoyou was not the customer who stood in front of the stall and bargained with him.
He didn't want to discuss business with Hua Yong at all.
He just wanted this crumbling orchid and never thought of not wanting it.
He didn't dare to think about it.
I was afraid that once I mentioned "no", Hua Yong would immediately nod and say "OK".
And then never come back.
Sheng Shaoyou didn't want to think about what Hua Yong had exchanged for those information and lists.
He didn't want to think about it.
What's more, they had other more important and urgent things to discuss.
For example, how can Hua Yong get better, how can she become happy again, will she decide to live well, and one day in the future, bask in the light again, and show Sheng Shaoyou a shy but energetic smile again.
Sheng Shaoyou missed his innocent smile and his shyness.
"Do you want it?" Hua Yong moved again, raised his head, and tried to break free from Sheng Shaoyou's arms. Sheng Shaoyou was afraid of hurting him, so he had to let go.
Hua Yong sat up and stretched out his arm to touch the lamp.
The lights were bright, illuminating his delicate pale skin. His thin but strong waistline was tightly cinched in the silk bathrobe that covered his skin. His exposed chest was white, like an overexposed photo, which made Sheng Shaoyou feel that Hua Yong would be able to recover soon. - After a few hours, the terrible marks on his body seemed to have faded a little.
Facing his gaze, Hua Yong took a few steps back and stepped on the ground barefoot. Sheng Shaoyou frowned: "Where are you going?" He grabbed Hua Yong's slender arm and pulled him to him, telling him not to think too much, take good care of his body, and talk about other things later.
Hua Yong nodded, climbed onto the bed very obediently, stretched out his arms and turned off the light again.
Sheng Shaoyou recalled the way Hua Yong stretched out his arms to reach the lamp, and felt that he was actually no different from a month ago, except that he was thinner, spoke less, and his delicate face was surprisingly pale.
But it is not difficult to fatten an orchid. If it doesn't talk much, tease it more. If it doesn't like to laugh, tell it more jokes.
Hua Yong has a very low sense of humor. In the past, when Sheng Shaoyou occasionally told him jokes, he would laugh until he couldn't breathe, with his eyes curved like crescents, and his whole body trembling with laughter.
"Is it that funny?"
"Well, Mr. Sheng is so cute when he tells a joke seriously."
Sheng Shaoyou had a lot of experience in making him laugh, but after just one month, these experiences might not be ineffective. Besides, Sheng Shaoyou had learned so many negotiation and communication skills, it was not difficult at all to make an overly silent Omega talk.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt at ease. He closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep in the faint fragrance of orchids.
The next morning, Sheng Shaoyou bought Hua Yong a new phone and got a card.
Shortly after getting the phone, Hua Yong sent Sheng Shaoyou the first WeChat message in a month.
During the days he was missing, Sheng Shaoyou would send him messages every day.
The previous chat records were covered by a one-sided bombardment. The long green text strips were lost in the sea. Every time Sheng Shaoyou looked through them, he would feel the grief of separation forever.
Staring at the long-awaited letter in the chat box, Sheng Shaoyou's eyes felt a little hot. He clicked it and found that it was a network disk link. It contained a lot of information about the application of gene scissors, which were all core secrets that HS Group had never disclosed to the public.
The list of executives of X Holdings is very long, in both Chinese and English, but without exception, they are all Alpha.
Sheng Shaoyou's eyes became blurry again. He felt a sharp pain in his heart and couldn't help but groan.
With his teeth tightly locked and his nose sore and swollen, Sheng Shaoyou was surrounded by anger and jealousy as he looked at these priceless information.
However, he did not dare to ask Hua Yong where did these come from and what did he exchange them for?
But with this information, the technology for applying genetic scissors to organisms is indeed advancing rapidly.
Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye it was September. It was still hot outside, and the high sun made the flowers and plants in the yard look listless.
Hua Yong stood by the window, looking down at the colorful flower garden in a daze.
Since coming back, he never went back to HS to work. Sheng Shaoyou would not let him go out alone.
Every time he went out, if Sheng Shaoyou was not available to accompany him, he would be followed by a row of sturdy Beta bodyguards.
On the third day after returning, Hua Yong followed Sheng Shaoyou to a villa more than 30 minutes' drive from the original apartment. This was Sheng Shaoyou's home.
Not long after moving, one night, Sheng Shaoyou came back with bruises on his face.
Hua Yong stood at the entrance, looking at him silently, her clear eyes filled with worry, but she bit her lip and said nothing.
Sheng Shaoyou noticed his concern and knew that Hua Yong was hesitating, wanting to ask but not daring to.
He was afraid that if he couldn't help asking Sheng Shaoyou how he ended up like this, he would have to ask him who he had a fight with. In that case, he would have to hear the name that he didn't want to hear and had never mentioned again.
As long as he heard that name, Hua Yong no longer had to ask why, and no longer had to ask Sheng Shaoyou, "Why did you hit him?"
Because they all know the reason.
They both remembered the disaster that no one mentioned again, and they both deliberately forgot it and pretended it had never happened. ——But pretending to forget is itself a kind of remembrance.
"Have you had dinner?" Sheng Shaoyou walked over, held his face, and kissed his cheek with his scratched lips.
Hua Yong suddenly stiffened.
He avoided her face and stepped back: "I've eaten."
"What did you eat?" Sheng Shaoyou grabbed his hand and stopped him from leaving. His eyes were fiery but gentle: "Is the air conditioner on too low? Why are your hands so cold?"
Hua Yong's hands were not cold, but Sheng Shaoyou's palms were very warm. The pheromone aroma of bitter orange and rum came to Hua Yong's nose, reminding him that the person standing in front of him was an S-level Alpha who was about to reach the susceptible period.
Hua Yong's hand was firmly grasped by him, and his face was stared at by burning eyes, as if he was being loved passionately. He took a deep breath, moved closer with trembling eyelashes, and took the initiative to kiss the bruised purple corner of the Alpha's mouth and asked him: "Does it hurt?"
Sheng Shaoyou grabbed his hand and pressed it to his heart, "It doesn't hurt." He seemed to be saying that the fight didn't hurt, but the heart hurt.
Hua Yong couldn't help but smile at him, and Alpha's hand clenched tighter, "Why are you so willing to smile at me today?"
His smile froze immediately, but the gentle smile remained in his eyes: "Mr. Sheng looks cute even when he's injured."
Sheng Shaoyou was both amused and confused.
He lifted his wrist to his lips and kissed him: "Is it cute?"
"Yeah, very."
Time seemed to go back to a few months ago, Hua Yong squatted in front of the oven, staring at his cookies nervously, Sheng Shaoyou came over to kiss him, he complained: Mr. Sheng is too clingy, and naughty. Sheng Shaoyou: Am I clingy? Hua Yong immediately smiled softly and said: Yes, very.
He also said: Mr. Sheng, you better be a good boy.
This scene happened only a few months ago, but it seems like a lifetime ago.
After Hua Yong returned home, Sheng Shaoyou never separated his room from him again. The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms every night, sharing the warm embrace, breathing shallowly after falling asleep, and occasionally sharing some bad dreams.
Hua Yong was also very quiet when he had a nightmare, and Sheng Shaoyou discovered that his nightmare was purely accidental.
One day, he woke up by chance and noticed that Hua Yong's hands and feet were as cold as ice, and his breathing was heavier and more rapid than usual. He reached out and touched his back, and found it was covered in sweat.
He pushed him awake, and Hua Yong sat up with a scream, shouting "No".
What he wanted to express was definitely not "don't wake up", but another, deeper "don't". His eyes were wide open, filled with despair. There was no drowsiness like when waking up from a dream, only the sharp fear of being awake.
Sheng Shaoyou hugged him and felt the front of his clothes slowly being soaked by his tears.
The Omega in his arms buried his head in his chest, like an ostrich avoiding a startle, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Sheng, can I still forget it?"
Sheng Shaoyou was not sure at all, but he still stroked his back and coaxed him: "It will definitely work."
Some people say that only by creating good memories can we cover up the bad ones. But Hua Yong's memories of intimate relationships are too bad, like a piece of white paper that has never been cultivated. The first stroke is filled with a thick, dark, long crayon. No matter how bright the color is, there is only the infinite and desperate black left, and the crayon that wanted to save him has also been stained.
Sheng Shaoyou once thought he would mind a lot.
When it comes to choosing a bed partner, he never treats himself badly and always resists Omegas who have been exposed to the scent of other Alphas.
Li Baiqiao once commented that his cleanliness obsession was weird and old-fashioned, like a feudal old man who had traveled through time from hundreds of years ago and was strict with others but lenient with himself.
Li Baiqiao said: If one day, Shaoyou is willing to sleep with an "unclean" Omega, even a sow would climb a tree.
But Sheng Shaoyou discovered that this was not the case.
Judging from his past standards, Hua Yong must not be considered clean now.
But Sheng Shaoyou didn't want to think that way, because just thinking about it made his heart feel like it was pierced, causing unbearable pain.
He often recalled the night when Hua Yong sat on the bed with her lips pursed, looking at him persuasively.
That light glance would always make Sheng Shaoyou, who suddenly recalled it, startled again.
Hua Yong is always clean, lovely and desirable.
He deserves the best of everything in the world.
In Sheng Shaoyou's heart, this simple orchid has a heart as beautiful as its face. He is the purest and most innocent, and the love he gives is also innocent. He was once accidentally lost by the careless Sheng Shaoyou, but he can never make it dirty.
The day before the susceptible period arrived, Sheng Shaoyou was keenly aware of the changes in his body. He felt an uncontrollable heat surge. Because of the fragrance of orchids in his home, the heat this time was more severe than before.
After the morning meeting, he left the company and asked Chen Pinming to send someone to pick up the Omega named Shu Xin and wait for him at the airport.
That night, Hua Yong was unable to wait for Sheng Shaoyou to come home.
At three o'clock in the morning, in the deathly silent room, the young man who had not yet fallen asleep had an extremely cold face. He sat cross-legged on the bed, holding an old-fashioned pocket watch with intricate patterns in his thin white hands. His handsome face was framed by two cold star-like eyes, and a cold but attractive smile flashed across his face.
"Mr. Sheng, you better be good." he whispered.
The dim light enveloped his lowered face, and the expression on his fair and beautiful face was lonely and disappointed, like the loneliest cloud in the sky.
He is used to being admired, and when he tries to pursue something, he always seems to lose.