When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

[You two have the ability to turn on the camera! 】

[What do you eat secretly makes me Kangkang! 】

[Is the Marine Corps forced to open again today? Yes it is! 】

[The DG executives really don’t have to be like this. Every live broadcast is the same routine. We can’t just bully our father just because of his good temper, right? 】

[Something's wrong, I alone think that the script of their teammate relationship is very basic? It doesn't seem to be the case among other A? 】

…

Shen Qiao just picked Kenan, cut out and glanced at the barrage of the live broadcast room, biting the dark chocolate in his mouth, but making no response, even pretending that he didn't see the request to open the camera.

Lu Zhe stared at the corner of his lips with a little debris on it for a long time. Seeing that Shen Qiao hadn't noticed it at all, he finally couldn't hold back it, and he raised his hand and wiped it with his thumb.

Shen Qiao was stunned by his strength, and subconsciously moved his gaze away from the computer screen, and looked at Lu Zhe, with fire in his eyes silently:

What are you doing again?

Lu Zhe squeezed the melting sweetness of his thumb into his mouth, and the tip of his tongue swept across his lower lip, leaving a shallow layer of water, making it seem that his thin lips were reddening again.

This action is matched with his charming appearance like a sea monster, and he has to have more desires and desires.

The person who came to anger on purpose had an unknowing look, with a low smile in his voice: "What? I'm not allowed to taste the things I bought myself?"

Shen Qiao: "..."

Question: Are you serious about the taste of chocolate?

The hero on the screen has been selected and the game page is being loaded. In front of the computer, Shen Qiao suddenly raised his lips, showing a smile that only came after being provoked.

He stared at Lu Zhe's deep eyes and opened his lips without hesitation:

"is it?"

He asked again: "How does that taste?"

Lu Zhe hummed a laugh from his nose, his eyes fell on Shen Qiao's lips, his eyes narrowed like a fox, a smile naturally appeared, and he answered meaningfully:

"Too little, I haven't eaten it, do you want to try again?"

Shen Qiao took in a cold breath calmly.

Inexplicably, his desire to win and lose is now reappearing, as if he can't catch Lu Zhe's words, it's like conceding first and surrendering at the beginning, so he settled down, leaned back in his chair, and his tone was lax. Like a leopard who has eaten and drunk enough, the prey is brought to the door, but it is just a lazily nap.

"Okay," he said, "come."

Upon hearing this, the fans who could only hear the sound but could not see the scene in the barrage were scratching their heads in anxious manner:

【? I know the front, what does the back mean? 】

[Lu Gou, tell me honestly what you are eating]

[Zhe Daddy's three-year old fan passed by, his tone of voice today is not right, it sounds so special, so emotional! 】

[We wolf pups are also close to the vermilion, are the red close to the land yellow? Oh, mother forbid you to do this! 】

…

Zhou Dazui hurriedly walked into the training room. Before anyone approached, the voice came in: "You—"

There was a sudden pause, and he saw Lu Zhe and Shen Qiao whose heads were about to come together, and for a moment forgot what he was going to say.

After choking, Zhou Dazui looked at them with a heartbroken condemnation: "What are you two...what are you doing?"

Although his tone was very slow, and with the euphemism to save them face, his face clearly read "Bright day, bright and bright, what are you dog AA doing in the sacred training room!"

Lu Zhe raised his head and looked at him while biting on a filled chocolate ball, smiling but not smiling, holding the chocolate between his lips into his mouth.

Listening to Zhou Da's mouth becoming smaller and smaller, Lu Zhe bit through the sandwich and slowly asked after the sweetness in his mouth: "As you can see, I'm dividing chocolates-do you have one, Manager Zhou?"

Zhou Dazui: "..."

The two are so close to eat chocolate? Why is he so unbelieving?

However, the speculation returned to speculation, Zhou Dazui did not have any evidence, so he could only hold back, and replied with an annoyed voice: "No, no more."

Shen Qiao looked at him calmly, there was no fluctuation in his expression, only a sigh of relief quietly in his heart.

Fortunately, the two had a joking attitude when they molested each other just now, and didn't plan to do anything with teammates and the training room door was wide open.

At that time, as soon as Lu Zhe got closer, Shen Qiao had already sensed the oppressive feeling passed on him, and subconsciously touched a piece of chocolate from the box opened next to him, pressed it on Lu Zhe’s lips and asked with a smile:

"Enough this time, surely it will give you a taste?"

Lu Zhe was fed a whole piece of chocolate by his sweetheart. Of course it wouldn’t work if he didn’t eat it. He didn’t even feel like eating it, but he opened his mouth quickly, but when he bit in, there was a smile at the end of his eyes. , Looked at Shen Qiao from the bottom up, as if mocking him for daring to go up.

Shen Qiao was scalded by his gaze, and withdrew his hand like an electric shock. Just as he was trying to save his respect, Manager Zhou came in.

At the moment, Lu Zhe ate the chocolate without changing his color under Zhou Dazui's gaze, and did not forget to give Shen Qiao a serious feedback: "It's not as sweet as the one just now."

Shen Qiao sneered at his bullshit—the stuffed chocolate was not dark and sweet, and only Lu Zhe could talk nonsense without reddening his face.

Lu Zhe bends his lips amused by Shen Qiao's expression, and then looks at Manager Zhou, who has come in for a long time without talking about anything, and reminds him with a rare good temper:

"What did you just say?"

After Zhou Dazui realized that he found his own topic, he clapped his hands: "Hey, yes! I almost made you two forget—"

Lu Zhe: "Pay attention to the use of words, I am so particular about it, not everyone does it."

Shen Qiao nodded in agreement.

Zhou Dazui: "..."

He took a deep breath and decided to make a quick decision, so as not to be killed by Lu Zheqi today: "The new team uniform has arrived! I have an appointment with a photographer at 12:30. You all pay attention to the time to gather and take new promotional photos. !"

Lu Zhe was a little surprised. He had seen the pattern when he came out of the headquarters in the morning. He didn't expect that the clothes were ready so soon: "Isn't the sample just coming out?"

When Manager Zhou heard him ask, he couldn't help showing a bit of pride on his face: "I have a long-term vision, before..." At this point, he responded in time that Shen Qiao was present, and temporarily turned a corner:

"Ahem, anyway, I have a foresight, let someone do it in advance, remember to take pictures and record videos and don't be late-did you hear what I said?"

In the second half, Zhou Dazui raised his voice and shouted at the old snail who was wearing headphones.

Lao Wo's tone grew longer, and he replied without raising his head, "I know."

Zhou Dazui heard his perfunctory tone, and walked in a few steps suspiciously: "You didn't even look at me. Did you really hear it? Retell it again?"

Old snail: "..."

There was contempt in his eyes, he paused, and replied: "I don't look at you, because I am afraid of your direction. When I look up, I see something that I shouldn't look at."

When Manager Zhou heard this, he was convinced.

After explaining the three uncles, he was thinking about Qian Bao and Erhua who hadn't arrived yet, and was about to go out. Before leaving, he caught a glimpse of the chocolate bag on Lu Zhe's desk, and casually urged:

"If you are poor, save a little bit, Lu Dad, isn't Dove fragrant?"

Lu Zhe: "..."

Shen Qiao glanced at him with a trace of doubt.

poor? Does this word have anything to do with Lu Zhe?

Suddenly, Shen Qiao remembered what the children of the second team said in the cafeteria today—

Could it be that Lu Zhe got up early recently because of money? Has he encountered anything that needs to spend money?

Lu Zhe glanced at Shen Qiao's expression and knew that he wanted to make a difference. He was a little helpless and said in time: "It's not what you think, don't listen to Zhou Dazui."

Shen Qiao nodded, not knowing whether he believed it or not, and turned around to continue playing the game.

The barrage was still asking what happened just now, but Shen Qiao didn't answer, and even estimated the time, after playing two games, he closed the live broadcast.

He turned his head and asked Lu Zhe, "Would you like lunch?"

I’m going to take pictures later, and I think it’s not an activity that can be done in a short time. The best way is to gather after lunch.

At this point, it’s too difficult to control the time for take-out, so I can only go to the cafeteria.

Lu Zhe was queuing up. Hearing his suggestion, he simply withdrew. Before leaving, he thought about it, and put the Godiva gift box back on Shen Qiao's desk.

Shen Qiao caught a glimpse, but simply lifted the box and carried it to the refrigerator for storage.

Lu Zhe remembered his recent vigour of eating candies, and he doubted whether this box needs to be refrigerated. Maybe Shen Qiao just grabbed it and chewed it up after playing a game for a day.

Understanding his doubts, Shen Qiao said blankly: "I like eating ice."

Lu Zhe didn't think too much, just as he liked.

When the canteen ordered the order and settled the bill, Lu Zhe was just about to give the money, and Shen Qiao had already bought his share seemingly casually.

Lu Zhe was startled, and the next moment a smile appeared in his eyes.

He suddenly felt that he had spent such a large sum of money silently, hiding it without letting the parties know, and now it seems to be worth it.

…

Lu Zhe's good mood reached its peak when he saw Shen Qiao wearing the same uniform as himself.

When Qian Bao saw it, he murmured: "The Marines wear a team uniform and it's so bright. I'm afraid it will be really hard to wear a couple outfit in the future."

When Lu Zhe heard it, he never smiled. He even appeared inadvertently next to Shen Qiao when he took pictures and videos, squeezing away his friends at the original location.

Other teammates: "..."

Shen Qiao didn't like being enveloped by Lu Zhe in front of people, and stared at him several times between shooting. However, the old beast had thicker skin and thicker skin. Not only did he not retreat, he also smiled brighter at him.

Shen Qiao was so dazzled by his smile that he had forgotten the southeast and northwest, and simply let him go.

A group of people tossed in the studio until five o'clock in the afternoon. When they returned, their expressions became more exhausted, as if they had been hollowed out.

Lao Su sighed, "So I hate taking pictures..."

Erhua was also weak: "My hair was blown by the stylist for two hours. The problem is that I can't see any difference between it and before."

Qian Bao was satisfied with the makeup and hair, but he was a little uncomfortable in front of the camera for a long time, and moved his muscles and bones joggingly.

After returning to the training room—

Each of the five made preparations before training. Lao Wo went to pour some water, Erhua emptied her head on the chair, and Lu Zhe and Qian Bao directly turned on the computer.

Shen Qiao walked to the refrigerator and took out a piece of dark chocolate gift from it. The package was half-opened. I didn't know what to think of, and he moved a little more carefully. He only broke a small corner through the wrapping paper and threw it into his mouth, and then put the rest. Wrap it as it is and put it back in the refrigerator.

Even the fragrance that melted slowly in his mouth, he couldn't bear to bite it with his teeth, but let it melt slowly, as if it would last longer.

"Shen Qiao?" Coach Fang who walked in was accustomed to arranging tasks, and found that he was not in his seat, so he let out a bewilderment.

Shen Qiao swallowed the sweetness in his mouth: "Here."

The author has something to say:

Finding that you are poor, he doesn't even want to finish the chocolate you gave him. Lugou, treat him better!