After Transmigrating Into an Omega, I Was Marked by the Enemy

After listening to Mrs. Ji's words, Qiu suddenly thundered, and for a long time he didn't recover, and he could not speak with his mouth open.

He thought it was already miserable to be Ji Xinglan's fiancée. Is this package still to be upgraded?

Mrs. Ji thought he was pleased and grabbed his hand and smiled: "Xiaoqiu, you know that mom loves you the most. Our family will not treat you badly, and will prepare you for a grand wedding ... "

Yan Qiu glanced at Ji Xinglan who was standing aside, but the latter did not respond.

Yanqiu can only refrain from saying, "This ... is not suitable ..."

"There is nothing inappropriate, our family is not short of money, we are short of a daughter-in-law." Mrs. Ji thought he had the virtue of diligence and housekeeping, holding his hand tightly, and said enthusiastically and boldly.

"..." Yan Qiu turned to Ji Xinglan for help, but Ji Xinglan turned a deaf ear, standing with his waist straight and motionless, even stinging out a word, like a handsome but unemotional statue.

Yan Qiu looked at Mrs. Ji's blushing expression, and was embarrassed to disturb people's Yaxing, but it was obviously still the most important thing to stop this marriage.

Yan Qiu is planning to quit, but suddenly there is no sound. He glared angrily at Ji Xinglan, who had nothing to do with his own attitude, but Yan Qiu suddenly felt his legs and feet cold and sweating, and knew that he had suppressed himself with pheromones.

Why is Xiao Wang Ba Lao, who is surnamed Ji, always playing with him?

Yan Qiu was so oppressed that he was about to vomit blood. He knew that Ji Xinglan was warning him not to talk nonsense.

Yan Qiu didn't want the seven tricks to bleed to death. When the powerful deterrent was removed, she shut her mouth consciously and watched Mrs. Ji happily planning the wedding, even planning their children's primary school.

"I found out the dress I wore when I married your dad. The size seems to be a little bigger. But it's okay, I will find someone to change it and wear it for Xiaoqiu. When your child is getting married, you can wear it ... "

She is nothing like a woman who is nearly fifty years old, and her mind is extremely out of mind.

Ji Xinglan didn't say anything, he didn't mean to resist.

Regarding marriage, Mrs. Ji had discussed with her son many times before. It is a pity that Ji Xinglan didn't care about Xiaoqiu. Every time, she would refute for various unreasonable reasons. Even if she didn't even bother to compile excuses, she almost didn't want to write on her face.

Mrs. Ji is not unreasonable. Ji Xinglan's dislike of Xiaoqiu is not the most important thing. Mrs. Ji just hopes that a lovely Omega can pull him out of the pain. She is still uneasy about Ji Xinglan's mental state, but there is no other way but to pay more attention to the housekeeper.

Now seeing Ji Xinglan's growing affection for Xiaoqiu and her sudden change of attitude towards marriage, Mrs. Ji was also very pleasantly surprised, feeling that her son seemed to have come out of the shadows.

Yan Qiu knows that he has no room for rejection, and can only turn his hopes to Ji Xinglan-although he has nothing to say, but Yan Qiu knows that Ji Xinglan doesn't like himself and probably won't marry him.

When Mrs. Ji said she was tired, she took a break from drinking water, and Yan Qiu finally found an opportunity, saying that she was sleepy and wanted to rest.

Mrs. Ji twisted the quilt for him and let her son stay to take care of him. Finally she smiled with her aunt and went back downstairs three times.

When she left, Yan Qiu immediately sat up from the bed like a spring.

He saw Ji Xinglan sitting on the single sofa beside him playing with his mobile phone, and he didn't seem to intend to explain what he had just said.

"Hey, what's the matter." Yan Qiu couldn't help it, "Why does your mother say we are going to get married?"

Ji Xinglan removed her eyes from the screen and looked at him lightly: "You know. She's anxious to get us married is not a day or two."

"Well, why don't you object? You shouldn't want to marry me ..." Yan Qiu's tone was anxious.

"Who said I don't want to marry you?" Ji Xinglan shook his head, seeming funny.

Yan Qiu Zhenzhen has a word: "The wealthy young master was forced by his mother to impose a fiancee who he didn't love at all. Shouldn't he and his mother resist the end and insist on pursuing true love?"

After hearing this, Ji Xinglan smiled bleakly: "I grew up only like one person. What else can I chase after he dies?"

What I said inadvertently was shocking when I heard it.

Yan Qiu froze for a moment and gave him a sympathetic glance.

That's unfortunate.

I didn't expect Ji Xinglan to have such a story. No wonder his temper was bad. Judging by the points he suffered from love, he should have treated him better before.

But unfortunately, unfortunately, unfortunately, he can not be operated on!

"Cough, don't be kidding. You certainly don't want to marry me, do you." Yan Qiu is not very confident himself.

The bright sunlight projected through the glass and spread on the teenager's face. Obviously a god-like face grows, but the words spoken with a smile are like a devil:

"Who said, there is a beautiful Omega bed, I don't want to do it in vain."

"You!" Yan Qiu flinched back, as far away as possible from this neuropathy.

Ji Xinglan still smiled, Yan Qiu was flushed by this guy, and grabbed the pillow from his hand and threw it on his face.

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At dinner time, the housekeeper called up the stairs three times, and Yan Qiu was downstairs with Ji Xinglan's help.

Although he repeatedly stated that he didn't need help, Ji Xinglan had to show his dignity to the mother and show diligence to him.

Seeing his posture of licking the dog, Yan Qiu finally believed with sorrow that Ji Xinglan really did not intend to resist.

So is he really planning to marry himself and have a baby as Mrs. Ji said?

At the thought of having a baby, Yan Qiu's mind immediately flashed several R18 pictures. The body in the thin shirt shivered slightly and had difficulty breathing.

No, no, do n’t do it.

The restaurant still uses the Western-style palace style decoration, with a dazzling crystal chandelier hanging overhead, oil paintings and porcelain bottles on the walls, a long table covered with tablecloths and cutlery, and a vase filled with flowers in the middle.

The decoration of the house was done by Mrs. Ji. She likes this style and reminds her of her previous home.

Ji Xinglan embraced Yan Qiu's arm, as if taking care of him as a porcelain doll, before waiting for the servant to come over, he helped him to open the chair personally, and a caring gentleman made the pie.

Mrs. Ji sat at the dining table and looked at their warm appearance of "harmonious". In fact, where she couldn't see, Yan Qiu deliberately stepped on Ji Xinglan's foot.

Swept by Mrs. Ji's scorching eyes, Yan Qiu could not help but shudder. He has only seen such a terrible expression in the eyes of crazy schoolgirls.

Yan Qiu cleverly greeted Mrs. Ji, and then slandered in her heart: still a mother powder.

Ji Xinglan sat down opposite him. They obviously had only three people, but they occupied a long western-style dining table with foie gras and smoked salmon already on the table.

Yanqiu is not used to eating Western food. He eats the most from his childhood to the ninth largest cuisine in China-canteen dishes.

He has no desire to eat. His favorite food is the roadside stalls, but obviously these places do not match his current status as the young lady of the quasi-ji family.

Yan Qiu was very uncomfortable with a strict meal. With three pairs of knives and forks in front of him, he didn't know which one to use. He grabbed a fork and ate it casually.

After the main dish was served, Ji Xinglan also noticed Yan Qiu's difficult struggle and took the initiative to help him cut the steak into pieces, carefully culled the Australian lobster meat, and poured him a small half glass of wine, which was a meticulous care , Just wiped his mouth.

Yan Qiu took the wine glass and looked at him, feeling a gentleness in a trance. If you change to an Omega, and Ji Xinglan is treated in this way, she must be so dizzy that she cannot find North.

Unfortunately, Yan Qiu faced him, and Yan Qiu would only sneer in his heart.

It's too fake.

You can also fool Mrs. Ji with the cp filter.

Although Ji Xinglan is so handsome, Yan Qiu has a straight male aesthetic body and is unimpressed.

Halfway through the meal, Mrs. Ji received a call from her old sister to go to the beauty salon. This reminded her that she was anxious to visit Yan Qiu today, and she forgot to make even the care, and did n’t wait for dessert to be served. gone.

Before leaving, Mrs. Ji gave him a kiss: "Mom will come to see you in two days, my sweetheart!"

The servants all stood very far away, "Little Sweetheart" Yan Qiu dedicatedly pulled the vegetable salad and ice cream ball, Ji Xinglan suddenly said:

"Yan Qiu."

"Huh?" Yan Qiu never looked back, and gave him a subconscious look.

Ji Xinglan's expression chilled and asked stiffly, "Did I call you?"

Yan Qiu stunned and lowered his head to "cut", but cold sweat was already in his palm.

No matter how big his heart was, he felt wrong.

He thought he could do acting, he wouldn't show up so soon.

Yan Qiu looked at Ji Xinglan across the dining table with a guilty conscience. Would he really know what?

But Ji Xinglan said nothing, as if everything was just Yan Qiu's illusion.

Qiu Ba didn't want him to expose it, and he dared not to mention it again.

After finishing dinner, Yan Qiu was about to slip away, and Ji Xinglan suddenly stopped him.

"Have you eaten?"

Yan Qiu nodded and watched Ji Xinglan grabbed the napkin-it seemed that he really wanted to wipe his mouth.

Yan Qiu was startled: "Is it enough, your mother is gone."

Ji Xinglan smiled and threw the napkin in his hand aside, restoring his normal expression: "Come to my room after the shower."

The smile in Ji Xinglan's mouth made Yan Qiu very uneasy. Under Yan Qiu's suspicious gaze, he calmly dropped his knife and fork and wiped his hands with a towel.

"Must come and tell you important things."

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The heating in the bathroom is very sufficient, and the bright light is reflected by the mirror a little dazzling.

Yan Qiu sat down in the bathtub with his legs bent, slowly pouring water on his neck, letting the crystal beads slide down the neck and a delicate skin.

During the day, Ji Xinglan's wrist was gripped by force, and now there are two red scars, which are branded on the white and slender wrist, as if it has been abused.

Yan Qiu frowned at his wrist and became more dissatisfied with this Omega body.

The eyebrows are pretty, but there is not much masculinity, and there is no flesh on the whole body. The skin is whiter and tenderer than the girl, and the skin is bruised with a touch.

When Yanqiu crawled out of the bathtub and wiped his body, he looked at his figure in frustration in the mirror. The height of more than one meter and seven is not short for Omega, and even the proportion of his legs is still very long, but standing in front of Alpha like Ji Xinglan is not enough to look at.

However, he confirmed with Ji Xinglan that he was indeed dead. The body was already cremated, and it was completely impossible to retrieve the original body.

Yan Qiu had been washing in the bathroom for a long time, Ji Xinglan was afraid that he was drowning in the bathtub, so he came and knocked on the door:

"Why is it so slow, wait for me to come in and wash it for you?"

Yan Qiu shivered and hurriedly accelerated his movements: "No, it will be fine soon, go away!"

Ji Xinglan said nothing, just say: "Hurry up."

When Yan Qiu hurriedly dried his body and came out wearing a bathrobe, there was no one outside. Yan Qiu wiped his dripping hair with a towel while hesitating whether to go.

Thinking of Ji Xinglan's attitude, there is obviously something important to tell him. Yan Qiu wiped her hair half dry and walked into Ji Xinglan's room next door.

Ji Xinglan lit a table lamp and sat by the window reading a book.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, he raised his head and saw Yan Qiu standing by the door, letting him sit on the sofa. "Has you taken a bath?"

Yan Qiu nodded and sat down on the two-person sofa. He grabbed the pillow and put it on his lap. Ji Xinglan walked towards him, sniffing his head in his neck. Yan Qiu's body is a refreshing fragrance of shower gel, mixed with a light citrus pheromone.

"What are you doing?" Yan Qiu saw him leaning in and immediately shrunk his neck, pushing him away. Ji Xinglan was also not angry, with a little indistinct meaning in his eyes, turned his head and walked over to the cabinet.

Because of staying in the closed bathroom for a long time, Yan Qiu's lips were moist and bright red, and a slight blush on his cheeks due to slight hypoxia. The semi-dried hair tip was still dripping, almost wetting his front.

Ji Xinglan threw the book aside, took something out of the drawer, turned his head and said to Yan Qiu, "Hands stretched out."

This man's sudden and violent attitude is a bit unpredictable, leaving Yan Qiu a little bit illusory.

Yan Qiu gritted his teeth and slowly stretched out his hand, watching Ji Xinglan walking towards him, then-kneeling down.

Yan Qiu was startled and watched him kneeling in front of himself on one knee. From the top down, Yan Qiu could only see his blond hair and an ear stud worn on his left ear.

Ji Xinglan didn't think there was anything wrong with this, the movement naturally held his hand, gently rolled up his cuff, revealing a red mark on his white wrist.

Yan Qiu also looked down at his wrist. I noticed the bruise just now, and I didn't feel much pain, but felt that Omega's skin was too delicate.

However, when Ji Xinglan gently touched the red mark with his fingers, he still pretended to be very painful and frowned.

The juvenile Omega had her long lashes drooping, wet with a little water mist, as if she was crying. Sure enough, Ji Xinglan's eyes flashed with a pity, and his movements slowed down a lot.

Yan Qiu looked down at the person in front of him, sneering secretly in his heart.

Now that I know that it hurts, who had pinched his wrist before?

Ji Xinglan took a small bottle, dipped it with a cotton swab and applied it to it, applied it in a fine circle, and then wrapped a thin gauze around his slender wrist.

The ointment was very comfortable, and Yan Qiu felt a little warm when he felt the medicine. Ji Xinglan grabbed his other wrist and helped him to get good medicine. After doing this, he let go of Yan Qiu's wrist and stood up.

Looking at the two thin circles of gauze on his wrist, Yan Qiu felt a little unaccustomed.

Ji Xinglan's attitude always feels like a weasel giving New Year greetings to the chicken.

However, after all, it was taken care of by others. Yan Qiugan laughed: "Unexpectedly, Master Ji will take care of people."

"Few." Ji Xinglan put the medicine bottle back in the drawer, and Qiu couldn't help but stare at his long fingers. "It's better for you because you are my fiancee."

Yan Qiu reluctantly pouted: "Hey, are you getting enough of it. Have enough trouble to tell your mother, we can't get married."

"Who said it can't be knotted," Ji Xinglan raised an eyebrow, "Isn't it good to be my Omega?"

When he hit his joking eyes, Yan Qiu shivered, and after a curse in his heart, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"When you're short, go and tell your mother, I can't marry you," he said in a frown.

Ji Xinglan walked over without delay and closed the curtains to isolate sporadic street lights and bright white moonlight.

"No, you have to marry me." His words were gentle and unabashed.

With that said, he walked up to Yanqiu, supported the back of Yanqiu's chair with one hand, and slowly leaned towards him.

Yan Qiu flinched back, watching Ji Xinglan reach out and lifted his chin, gently printing a kiss on his forehead.

Yan Qiu froze.

Why did Ji Xinglan kiss him again! Excessive, hello! !

"You must marry me."

The blond boy's eyes flashed, and his deep eyes revealed a terrible possessiveness and a love of forbearance and despair, which made Yan Qiu think he was wrong.

He easily tipped Yan Qiu on the sofa, then raised his knees, pressed a long leg directly to his side, and reached out to lift his shirt.

In Yan Qiu's blank eyes, the young man's warm palm gently covered it, and he smiled calmly and said:

"You have my baby here, can you forget it too?"