When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

Qian Bao, who was close to him, rummaged in the pot for his hairy belly that he had just thrown down, and raised his head blankly after hearing the words, "What's so good?"

Shen Qiao did not answer. He looked at Lu Zhe, not only did he answer the good wishes, but even slightly curled his lips. It seemed like a silent provocation and a bold invitation. He fell into Lu Zhe’s eyes, only feeling inside himself. His blood was ignited by a fire, making a boiling noise.

It almost made him restless.

-I want to rectify the Fa on the spot regardless of the situation.

Qian Bao looked back and forth between the two of them, wanting to know what dumb riddle they were playing, unconsciously, the chopsticks in his hand were empty in the spicy pot for several times, and he couldn't even get the pepper shells.

After a while, she suddenly remembered what she was going to do, and said a little "ah": "God! My hairy belly!"

No longer exploring the topic of the two of them, Qian Bao took the colander with his left hand and fished it back and forth in the pot. He finally saw the hairy belly that had been boiled to curl and shrunk a lot from the beginning. It was obvious that this hairy belly was already Getting old.

She bulged her cheeks and sorrowed her face. As a person who eats hot pot and wants to eat fresh, there is nothing more saddening than the shabu-shabu time of her belly.

Next to her, Lao Su and Er Hua had a dispute over who made the piece of fat cow roll.

"I just put it down. Have you already fished it out before?"

"Huh? You said it was you who made it, do you tell it to respond?"

At the warm dining table, everyone was immersed in the food, no one paid attention to them anymore, and it was a joy to grab the meat.

Lu Zhe picked up a small half-spoonful of spicy hot pot soup and mixed it into the dipping bowl, with a faint smile on his face, and pointedly said to Shen Qiao: "You did it on purpose."

He used the affirmative sentence, completely insight into Shen Qiao's intention.

Shen Qiao was noncommittal, his gaze turned to the hot red oil pan, and was tempted by the scent, but finally couldn't hold back, he rinsed a piece of hairy belly and wanted to taste the spiciness of the pan.

He did do it deliberately. On the one hand, he knew that Lu Zhe would not really do anything to him frantically in full view. On the other hand, Lu Zhe used to molest him when there were many people, whenever he wanted When I went back in revenge, there were always people and things like this around me.

There are some things that, when the time passes, they won't be the same.

Shaving up and down with his hairy belly, Shen Qiao pretended not to see the over-enthusiastic gaze cast by Lu Zhe, calmly counted fifteen seconds in his heart, picked up the slightly curled hairy belly and blew it, he carefully Only bit the edge.

At this moment, Lu Zhe suddenly leaned over and leaned over—

Shen Qiao keenly noticed that after the bite action, the light in his eyes had flown past, and the corners of his eyes were raised, like a silent guard.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Lu Zhe's tone rise slightly, with a hint of ridicule, almost muffled ambiguously, and said:

"I didn't expect you to have such a good mouth, Jojo."

Shen Qiao: "?"

Lu Zhe's second sentence was quickly followed up: "So you like to let others watch us do that kind of thing?"

There was a sudden emergence in his expression, like a student who was taught, really intending to faithfully follow the guidance of Teacher Shen, and meticulously fulfill his requirements.

Chen Qiao couldn't help but breathe in his vaguely "that kind of thing", but he might as well still have a spicy belly in his mouth. As he breathed in, the spicy sauce suddenly Flew to the throat!

"You... ahem, ahem, ahem!"

Shen Qiao put down his chopsticks, choked his face and neck red with a few sounds, his whole body was like a big tomato just picked out of the pot.

Hearing his earth-shaking cough, both Lao Su and Er Hua looked up in shock.

"Is this pot spicy?"

"I haven't tasted any spiciness?"

Qian Bao also looked at Shen Qiao with an exaggerated expression. He even deliberately scooped a spoonful of spicy pot soup for himself without believing in evil. He drank it like boiled water, pursed his lips, and looked at him innocently. .

Shen Qiao: "..."

In order to avoid the spread of the rumors that he was "eating hot pot and crying hot", he tried his best to squeeze out the intermittent sentence from his throat: "It's not... spicy...cough cough cough!"

Lu Zhe shook his head, took his water glass and held it to his lips. His smile became warmer and his tone became more considerate and gentle:

"Look, isn't it just what you are saying? You don't have to be so excited."

Shen Qiao grabbed the cup and stared at him as if he was going to send him home on the spot, a face that no one else would enter in the past, but now because of the spicy smell in the throat, it adds even more to it. A bit fierce breath.

However, Shen Qiao looks like a look no one dared to provoke anymore, in Lu Zhe's eyes, he is incredibly sexy—

The thin layer of water shining in his eyes made his eyes as crystal clear as water glass, and the crimson on the corners of his eyes was brighter than all the spring lights Lu Zhe had ever seen.

As a result, some bad pictures appeared in his mind untimely, magnificent and magnificent, like the prosperous fireworks exploding one after another.

In those broken mirror images, Shen Qiao raised his head in tears, looking at himself pitifully and miserably.

There were silent prayers in his eyes, and a silent stubbornness.

…

"Dang" made a soft sound.

The sound of Shen Qiao putting his empty glass back on the table alarmed Lu Zhe. He recovered, his eyelashes moved, and the thoughts of not being able to see people in his eyes were suppressed again. The monster in his heart almost broke free from the cage. Also beaten back to the endless abyss.

Seeing that Shen Qiao was still coughing, Lu Zhe raised his hand in hindsight and gently covered Shen Qiao's back with his palm.

Shen Qiao raised his arms reflexively and wanted to block his movements. Lu Zhe didn't get annoyed. After being blocked, he stepped up again, but he just helped him smoothly, with a funny tone in his tone:

"If you're not ready, don't mess with me—"

"Look, isn't you yourself the last to suffer?"

Perhaps it was because the voice was too gentle. In Lu Zhe's tone, Shen Qiao always heard a sense of intimacy and indulgence, as if he was the one he favored.

Shen Qiao was taken aback by his delusion, and wanted to stop Lu Zhe from making waves. Unfortunately, he was choked by chili just now and his voice was too astringent. He only felt that his vocal cords were dumb. He opened his mouth and gave up altogether. Tomato pot.

Others didn’t pay attention to what they were talking about before. After all, they were close and their voices were low, but watching Shen Qiaoqing’s unwillingness to eat tomato pot, Qian Bao, a hot-hearted star, could not help but persuade:

"Little wolf, a hot pot that is not spicy has no soul. You can't do that..."

Shen Qiao: "...?"

He looked up unexpectedly, wondering why he couldn't.

Lu Zhe suffocated a smile, for fear that he would be choked again, and helped replied: "He is good, especially good. I will testify about this."

Shen Qiao: "..." Do you know if I can do it again?

Having said that, Lu Zhe is afraid that he will not die?

Qian Bao stopped abruptly, and the old snails and Er Hua, who were eating almost the same, also pricked up their little gossip ears.

Qian Bao raised his eyebrows, took the tissue and wiped his mouth, and then made a listening gesture: "To be more specific, I don't need this time."

Lao Snail and Erhua said in unison: "It's not that you don't believe what you said, it's mainly because everyone wants to open their eyes."

Lu Zhe opened his mouth, Shen Qiao's death gaze had already been seen, and his eyes were full of "Edit, do you dare to make up a try."

Lu Zhe pursed his lips, his brows were helpless, and then he shrugged his shoulders and motioned them to look at the other person, "He won't let me say."

Shen Qiao almost laughed, and regardless of killing the enemy 800, he lost a thousand, and said with Lu Zhe: "Don't, you just talk about it, why don't I remember when we two developed to that point?"

Lu Zhe sighed, "It looks like you can't help it", and his face was a little bit difficult.

After staring at each other for a long while, Lu Zhe gave up and looked at the three of them: "Forget it—"

"He's shy, so he won't talk anymore."

Shen Qiao's forehead jumped, and his back molars couldn't help but grind.

As a result, Lu Zhe did not intend to continue this topic. He raised his hand to pick up the slice of spicy hairy belly left in Shen Qiao's bowl and put it in his own bowl. After finishing the meal with a face, he went to the few lamb fat on the plate. Beef rolls, Shanshan began to eat.

Shen Qiao was stunned by his excessive natural eating of his remaining hairy belly. When he reacted again, there was not much qi left before.

In the end, Shen Qiao had forgotten what he wanted to be angry with, so he could only go to grab meat from Lu Zhe to feed his stomach.

…

It was late at night to return to the base.

Lao Snail and Er Hua rushed back to the training room, belching a pair of spicy pot scents. Qian Bao disliked the smell on their bodies, so they ran to take a bath again.

Shen Qiao and Lu Zhe fell behind and walked to the door of the training room. Lu Zhe suddenly raised his hand and hooked his neck. The slightly hot snort, whether it was intentional or not, landed near Shen Qiao’s glands, instantly igniting his nerves. Like, it caused a series of crackling movements in his mind.

After he paused, Lu Zhe's words had fallen, still with the indescribable smiles of the past, and the gentle disguise covered all his thoughts.

"Remember what you promised me when you ate—"

"I'm waiting for you to taste it."

Shen Qiao's throat moved lightly, and a sparse chuckle appeared in his eyes, trying to make Lu Zhe not take his casual words seriously, but this person had already loosened his movements and turned towards the corridor opposite to the training room. Go in the opposite direction.

Opposite is Manager Zhou's office.

It seems that the captain of Lu Zhe is not empty, and he was dragged over to talk about things at night.

Shen Qiao retracted his gaze from Lu Zhe's back and walked into the training room.

…

In the office.

Zhou Dazui had just suppressed the production of team uniforms with someone. He heard the knock on the door. When he raised his head, he said: "You can count back. Is there any problem with the uniforms? I just sent you a dozen. Don’t you see this message?"

Lu Zhe walked in and stood in front of his office. The room was brightly lit, but it only reflected his eyes darker and darker. There was a bright light in the center of his pupils, but it was only deeper.

He nodded, but didn't say much, just asked:

"If I remember correctly, our sponsors are usually broadcasters, beverage vendors, car brands, etc. When do biotech companies need to advertise?"

Zhou Dazui seems to have been used to his style for a long time, and he kept on repliing smoothly, "I also wondered. When the business people told me about it, I didn't believe it, but the other manager was very enthusiastic. , Saying that the boss is a fan of our team, plus the sponsorship fee is not small, it seems like there is no return..."

"I was there on the day the contract was signed. I really didn't see any problems, so I agreed—"

Seeing that Lu Zhe's expression was a bit chilly, Zhou Dazui stopped the topic in time and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Zhe slowly repeated those four words word by word: "Don't want to return?"

After a long while, he drew a mocking smile, Yanli's face inexplicably gave people a dangerous and treacherous illusion because of this smile, and even the pheromone that had been converging very well in the past few days began to overflow, as if emotions were instantaneous. At the tipping point of the outbreak.

Manager Zhou slowly realized that Lu Zhe seemed very angry about this.

Inexplicably, Manager Zhou began to recall the information about this "Senna Life Technology" in his mind. The legal person of this company is a businessman named Lu Hezhen, who is in his 50s this year, and his business started from Yuncheng...

If you want to say what is similar between Lu Zhe and him, maybe they are both surnamed Lu?

Zhou Da's mouth flicked in his heart, and he didn't find out what made him show this expression.

He gave up thinking and asked directly: "Is there any problem with this company?"

Lu Zhe raised his eyelids and replied slowly: "The company has no problems, and he really does not intend to repay—"

"It's just disgusting me without trying to return."

In the second half of the sentence, his voice was much softer, and Manager Zhou could not hear clearly. After a moment of loss, he asked: "What?"

Lu Zhe stopped talking. He took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress that emotion. Without repeating those meaningless words, he only asked: "Can they withdraw funds?"

Zhou Da's mouth was shocked: "Of course not. The contracts are all signed, and there are a lot of liquidated damages."

"Oh no, are you having a feast with this company? I remember that you are from Yuncheng, and this company happens to be in Yuncheng..."

Lu Zhe raised his hand to interrupt him, and the black eyes he saw were dark, like the misty sea before dawn.

"What if I can pay liquidated damages?"

Zhou Dazui: "..."

The question mark on his face was almost substantive, and he asked inexplicably: "Will you agree if you don't raise the level first, but what are you doing? Do you give me a reason for doing this?"

"Father Lu, persuade me to convince me that the captain of our team didn't suddenly get lost before the game."

Seeing the appearance of Manager Zhou standing up and pulling his collar in excitement, Lu Zhe suddenly closed his eyes shallowly, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

He seemed to have made up his mind. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were a little bit more self-deprecating, and there was also a kind of fatigue that Manager Zhou couldn't understand.

"No," Lu Zheyu was gentle and determined, but he rarely apologized to him: "I can't tell the private affairs about him before Qiaoqiao agrees."

Manager Zhou swore that since Lu Zhe joined the team, he had never seen him so polite.

He vaguely felt that he had touched some secret, and it was about the strange relationship between Shen Qiao and Lu Zhe.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Zhe said: "I will not take this sponsorship logo to play games, but you can rest assured that I will use my method to solve it and try to get it done before taking the promotional photos."

"Can you do me a favor? Don't let anyone on the team see this design layout of the new uniform until this matter is resolved."

Zhou Dazui secretly spit out in his heart, not letting Shen Qiao see is your focus, right?

He sighed, as if he had only met Lu Zhe again today, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said:

"In addition to the ability to make money, I can't think of any other ways for you. I just don't understand. Maybe you really have a deep hatred with this company or someone in this company, but—"

"I may seem ruthless to say this, but everyone is an adult, so why bother with money?"

"E-sports is your dream, yes, but everyone wants to eat. Besides, I listen to you. Shen Qiao is the person who should care about this most. Is it possible that he himself does not have such a big deal? What’s your reaction?"

Having said that, Manager Zhou didn’t know what he thought of, and gave a wry smile: “Don’t talk about my city, you’re only in your early twenties this year. Although the annual salary offered by DG is not low, your career in this line of business will only last several years. There is another occupational disease or something...In short, life is so long and there are so many places to spend money. I don’t want to see you because of a momentary impulse—"

Lu Zhe nodded, his expression as calm as ever: "I understand."

His gaze looked to the side, his eyes faint slightly, and he said after a long time: "Maybe what you said is right, Jojo may have become mature, and he won't care about such things."

After a pause, Lu Zhe smiled lightly on his lips, and slowly said in a gentle tone that Manager Zhou had never seen before:

"But I care."