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    Jiang Qiu hadn’t finished speaking when a crew-cut man walked out holding a glass of green liquid, loudly calling out to Yun Yi, “Xiao Yi, try my new product! Bitter gourd and coriander flavored milk tea!”

    After coming out, his smiling face froze.

    Qi Ye pressed his brow bone and looked at Jiang Qiu in front of him, “Who are you?”

    “Who are you?”

    Qi Ye sneered, “I am Yun Yi’s husband, a qualified alpha.”

    “Is that so?” Jiang Qiu gathered Yun Yi’s hand into his palm, “Then your wife is in my hands.”

    “It’s okay, it’s just a handshake, I’m not that petty.” Qi Ye’s teeth itched a bit. He had guarded Yun Yi for more than a year but hadn’t even touched Yun Yi’s hand.

    Every time he got close, he would be beaten.

    Now it’s good, even a servant is doing better than him.

    Jiang Qiu’s gaze fell on the green unidentified object in his hand, and he said expressionlessly, “Then this color suits you very well.”

    Qi Ye gritted his teeth, wishing he could splash it on Jiang Qiu’s poker face.

    Yun Yi chuckled and, helped by Jiang Qiu, sat up. He looked at Qi Ye with a smile and said slowly, “Qi Ye, I’m leaving.”

    “The store is yours, consider it my salary for the past year or so.”

    Qi Ye restrained the anger on his face, his fingertips unconsciously clenched the cup, “Xiao Yi, where are you going? The Second District is so warm.”

    Yun Yi was barefoot. Jiang Qiu squatted down and picked up the shoes to put them on for him.

    Yun Yi looked at the fluffy head squatting in front of him.

    There were still two hair whorls on top.

    Stubborn.

    Stubborn to the extreme.

    Even after more than two years since his death, he hadn’t forgotten him, and managed to find him with just a photo.

    Yun Yi thought for a while and said, “But there’s no snow here.”

    “I miss the snowy days in the Alliance District, I want to see one last snowfall.”

    Qi Ye didn’t say anything, somewhat frantically searching his pockets.

    Only then did he remember that he had just finished his last cigarette.

    He was out of cigarettes.

    He took a deep breath and tasted the bitter gourd flavored milk tea, which was painfully bitter.

    He waved his hand, “Then the salary you gave me is too little, forget it, forget it, I’m kind-hearted, so I’ll reluctantly accept it.”

    Qi Ye saw this store while traveling.

    For two days in a row, the owner was lying on a deck chair in front of the door sleeping, covered with a blanket, sleeping as if oblivious to the world.

    Qi Ye walked over on the second day when it was almost closing time and ordered a cup of milk tea.

    The omega on the deck chair covered his face with a blanket and casually said, “If you want to drink, make it yourself.”

    The voice was slow, clear and cold, with a hint of special softness.

    Qi Ye lifted the blanket and looked at Yun Yi’s angry face, unable to help but laugh.

    He stayed for more than a year, becoming Yun Yi’s free employee.

    However, he leveled up quickly.

    In one year, he was promoted from employee to store manager, but the store owner never slept on that deck chair again.

    Yun Yi didn’t have many things. Jiang Qiu glanced over, and the clothes were all brightly colored.

    Not in line with Yun Yi’s aesthetics at all.

    However, he remembered the red sweater that Yun Yi refused to take off on New Year’s Eve.

    So, the young master liked red, liked spicy food, liked snow, liked all beautiful things.

    The Yun Family Villa welcomed its original owner.

    Yun Yi stood downstairs and looked up, “Wasn’t it burned down?”

    “When was it burned?”

    Yun Yi glanced over. In the more than two years, Jiang Qiu had shed the youthfulness of those years. With thin lips and phoenix eyes, and a deep voice, he had a cold appearance.

    His speech was more eloquent than before, and he could easily anger people with a few words.

    “Jiang Qiu, you’re so annoying!”

    For a moment, Jiang Qiu felt like he was back when he first arrived at Yun Yi’s side.

    He took Yun Yi’s hand, his gaze falling on Yun Yi’s face, not missing any expression on that face, “The house was rebuilt, built for my wife Yun Yi, no one except my wife can enter.”

    “Are you?”

    “Or rather, do you want to enter this house?”

    Yun Yi didn’t answer, just walked step by step towards the gate.

    The lock was very old, with traces of being burned by fire.

    The entire house was new, only this lock was old.

    Jiang Qiu put Yun Yi’s index finger on it, and the lock made a “ding-ling” sound.

    The villa gate opened in response.

    Jiang Qiu’s eyes turned red again, “The lock was repaired for a long time, but fortunately, your fingerprint was preserved.”

    “I was afraid that one day you would come back, unable to open the door, unable to return home.”

    “Look, it finally came in handy.”

    “Xiao Yi can open the door himself when he comes home.”

    After he finished speaking, he pushed Yun Yi in.

    At the moment of closing the door, he turned his arm and pressed Yun Yi against the back of the door.

    Kisses came overwhelmingly towards Yun Yi.

    Kisses couldn’t express his longing.

    He wanted to possess Yun Yi.

    He wanted to permanently mark Yun Yi.

    Yun Yi raised his hand to hook Jiang Qiu’s neck, stood on tiptoe, and tried his best to return Jiang Qiu’s kiss.

    Jiang Qiu always felt that there was something wrong when he saw Yun Yi.

    When it came to this step, he finally realized what was wrong.

    Where was Yun Yi’s pheromone?

    Jiang Qiu bit Yun Yi’s glands behind his neck with scarlet eyes.

    He was like an addicted drug user, desperately taking in the little thing that made him happy.

    But he couldn’t find it. This feeling was driving him crazy. The joy of regaining what he had lost seemed to be lost again.

    “Xiao Yi, where’s your pheromone?”

    Yun Yi’s eyes moved, and he supported the back of the door, panting.

    Hearing this, he shook his head blankly.

    “I don’t know…”

    “Jiang Qiu, am I, am I broken?”

    Jiang Qiu pulled Yun Yi’s waistband down, telling Yun Yi in a calm tone, “It won’t break.”

    However, he tried his best but couldn’t permanently mark Yun Yi. The strands of pheromone in his blood were so faint that they couldn’t be captured.

    Yun Yi seemed to have lost his omega identity.

    He had glands, he had sReproductionqiofficial, but the mark couldn’t be left behind.

    Jiang Qiu finally cried out in pain, tightly holding the unconscious Yun Yi in his arms, crying against the bloody neck.

    “Xiao Yi, why?”

    “Why can’t I mark you?”

    All of Jiang Qiu’s pretended calmness shattered at this moment, and he once again felt what heartbreaking felt like.

    He Yuetang arrived half an hour later.

    He didn’t have to climb through the dog hole anymore, and he didn’t have to be like an alpha having an affair outside.

    Yun Yi was lying on the bed, his face pale, and there were still wounds on his lips that he had bitten open. The weak breathing let people know that he was still alive.

    He Yuetang was a little surprised, and hurriedly stepped forward, scolding while taking out the silver needles, “Are you crazy?”

    Jiang Qiu’s eyes never left Yun Yi. He seemed to have become that lonely tombstone again, “I can’t mark him.”

    “What?”

    “His pheromones seem to be gone, I can’t permanently mark him.”

    He Yuetang dropped the needles one by one, frowning with a serious expression, “I told you three years ago that his body might not be able to withstand permanent marking, I thought you were mentally prepared.”

    “You, a good omega you don’t love, falling in love with him is really waiting to suffer.”

    “Save him.” Jiang Qiu was deaf to his words, his eyes red, and he said to He Yuetang in a pleading tone, “Cousin, please save him, if he’s gone, I will die.”

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