The Pheromone of the Drooping-Eared Rabbit (ABO)

Chapter 30: The humble love of an old man

Rongbao was forced to bury his little face in the man's glands, and the strong and strong pheromones drilled straight into his nasal cavity. Soon, Rongbao was suffocated and leaned against the man's shoulder dizzyly.

Qi Yan looked at the little man in his arms with gloomy and violent eyes. He tried to restrain his irritable emotions: "You can only smell my pheromones. You're not allowed to smell other people's. Do you hear me?"

Qi Yan's tone of words was full of pleading, which seemed very humble. The man, who was almost 40 years old, was finally moved once. He cherished his little lover very much and would never allow others to take it away.

Qi Yan lowered his head and bit Rongbao's ear gently. His voice was so low that he was hoarse: "Rongbao, you are mine."

Rongbao has been stunned because of inhaling an excessive amount of pheromones, and he can't hear what the man said.

Although he fainted, Rongbao still held the brown gland tightly in his little hand. It can be seen that Rongbao really likes this pheromone, which is much more than Qi Yan's pheromone.

Rongbao only fainted for a while and soon woke up.

After waking up, Rongbao held the gland under his nose in front of Qi Yan and sniffed it gently, with an obsessed and intoxicated face.

Rongbao's move directly filled Qi Yan's anger.

Qi Yan took a deep breath, and then put down his face and asked, "Rongbao, do you want him or me?"

"Master Qi..." Although Rongbao has been hearing other people's pheromones, he shouted Qi Yan's name.

Qi Yan is in a complicated mood now. He wants to lose his temper, but he feels a little lucky. At least Rongbao still knows how to call his name.

Qi Yan looked at Rongbao helplessly and asked again, "Rongbao, tell me who you choose."

Rongbao didn't hear Qi Yan's words and was immersed in the pheromone.

The answer to Rongbao's performance is already obvious.

Finally, Qi Yan left angrily. Before leaving, he was still a little worried about Rongbao, so he told the old housekeeper to take good care of him.

Qi Yan left, and Rongbao had nothing to do with him. He didn't cry or make trouble. He held the gland and sniffed there.

Qi Yan walked all day long and didn't come back until the next morning. When he came back, he was full of alcohol and his hair was not taken care of. He looked a little sloppy, which was completely opposite to his meticulous and majestic image in the past.

Seeing such a Mr. Qi, the old housekeeper was surprised. He stepped forward and asked, "Master Qi, do you want to drink sobering soup?"

Qi Yan asked with a gloomy face, "Where's that little boy?"

The old housekeeper put his hands vertically on the legs of his trousers and replied respectfully, "I'm still sleeping."

Qi Yan frowned annoyed annoyedly: "Did he cry after I left?"

The old housekeeper glanced at Master Qi and then said honestly, "I didn't cry."

Qi Yan, who was already very irritable, became even more irritable. He angrily overturned the short table in front of him, and the glass short table suddenly broke, and the fragments were scattered on the ground.

The old housekeeper asked the maid to come and clean up. The maids were shivering one by one. They pushed me and I pushed you. The last thinnest maid was pushed out. She stiffened her scalp and stepped forward. She knelt on the ground and picked up the pieces of glass with her bare hands. She was very careful and afraid of causing trouble. I'm not happy.

Qi Yan looked at the maid and ordered, "Go and call him up."

The maid was stunned for a moment, and then reacted. She got up from the ground and quickly ran to the second floor to wake up Rongbao, who was still sleeping.

The maid stood at the head of the bed and shouted softly, "Young master, young master..."

Rongbao's ears are not working, he can't hear, and he still sleeps soundly.

The maid had to push it gently.

Rongbao was woken up, opened his sleepy eyes, and looked at the maid in a daze: "?"

The maid said to him respectfully, "Young master, Master Qi has woke you up."

Master Qi was so angry that only Master Rong could help suppress the fire. The maid pinned her hope on Rongbao, but what she didn't know was that Qi Yan's fire was caused by Rongbao.

As soon as he heard the word "Master Qi" and his gray eyes lit up in an instant.

Then Rongbao put on his clothes and shoes under the waiter of the maid.

At this time, Qi Yan was already impatient. When he saw Rongbao coming down from upstairs, his face changed slightly.

Rongbao still held the gland in his little hand. When he saw Qi Yan, there was light in his eyes, but he did not stick to it as before.

Seeing that Rongbao was not as sticky as before, the airflow around Qi Yan gradually cooled down, and he caught a glimpse that the child was still holding the gland, and the whole hall instantly condensed with frost.

Rongbao was not afraid of Qi Yan's black face. He slowly walked towards the man, then tiptoed on tiptoe, climbed on the man's shoulder, and kissed the corners of the man's mouth.

Rongbao can kiss men, which is completely a subconscious action, because every time he sees a man angry in two months, he will do so, which has become instinctive.

After being kissed, Qi Yan's face changed for basically one second. He reached out and wrapped his hand around Rongbao's waist, and then hugged Rongbao to his leg.

Rongbao pouted and shouted, "Master Qi~"

Qi Yan's face softened a lot: "Hmm."

Although his face was better, Qi Yan was very concerned when he saw that Rongbao was still holding the gland. He reached out to Rongbao and asked, "Rongbao, give me this gland."

Rongbao shook his head.

"Do you remember whose gland this is?" Qi Yan wanted to squeeze the owner of this gland into meat puree and feed the fish.

Rongbao still shook his head. He didn't remember who the owner of the gland was, but he relied on this pheromone very much, and he felt at ease every time he smelled it.

Qi Yan was so angry that he didn't want to get angry.

When Rongbao took a nap, Qi Yan pulled the gland out of Rongbao's little hand. He did not throw away the gland, but asked people to do a more professional identification in order to find out the owner of the gland.

Rongbao woke up and didn't smell the pheromone of his memory. He squeezed his mouth and wanted to cry.

Qi Yan pulled him into his arms and gently kissed Rongbao's little face.

Rongbao was comforted, tilted his little head, and rested on the man's shoulder: "Master Qi..."

This little boy can always make his mood ups and downs, make him happy and angry for a while, and firmly control his emotions. Qi Yan has nothing to do about this.

Qi Yan sighed: "Rongbao, I'm old. Don't play with me anymore, okay?"

Outsiders think that it is Rongbao who is being played with. In fact, the person being played with is Qi Yan.

Rongbao didn't know what to play with, so he would only stare at Qi Yan in a daze.