I can't get divorced from Alpha's ex-boyfriend

Chapter 14

"There is no need to pay back this little money."

The little Omega girl insisted, "No, you must pay it back. If you don't want it, then I won't borrow it."

Zhu Chuan was a little helpless. Jiao Ni was like this, and so were they. This might be the backbone of a college student.

"That's it." He gave his phone number again.

The girl blushed and nodded, the smell of pheromone became stronger because of the successful plot.

Bo Xingze thought to himself: Only such a stupid person would use such a clumsy strike-up, and only a kind-hearted person like Zhu Chuan would believe it.

"Thank you, little brother, happy Qixi Festival." The taller one winked at him, and asked him sweetly, "Is this gentleman your friend?"

Zhu Chuan glanced sideways, bent slightly and lowered his voice, "He's my husband." Then he added, "Shhh, don't say it, lest he get complacent."

Although the short guy couldn't get the person he liked, he was convinced by seeing that the two had a similar appearance and temperament, and nodded vigorously, "Yes! I wish you happiness, your husband has been staring at me, I think you have suffered."

Zhu Chuan reached out and tapped her forehead, "Good little girl, why did you open your mouth?"

"Let's go!" Bo Xingze said.

The two little girls also bid farewell and drifted away, Zhu Chuan smiled and looked away, before he could say a word about being young, he heard a chilly voice next to him add another sentence: "Qixi is not Valentine's Day at all! "

"Ok?"

Bo Xingze's complexion was not very good, and he said in a cold voice, "It's just Qiqiao Festival, there is no need to celebrate it, except Qingming Festival, there is no need to wish happiness on any festival."

Zhu Chuan: "Huh?"

"Little brother, buy a bouquet of flowers for your lover."

Bo Xingze looked at the flower seller blocking him, and said coldly, "I won't buy it."

"Qixi is the day when Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet. Buy a bouquet of roses for your lover today, which means that you will be immersed in passionate love and love each other forever. Buy a bouquet." The little girl insisted on selling, because she is not tall, and it is a bit difficult to look up at Bo Xingze.

"Everyone will send flowers to their other half on Qixi Festival."

Zhu Chuan was in a good mood, so he simply stood aside and watched the show, to see how he would deal with this flower girl, or he might just let her go.

When he first met Bo Xingze back then, he often told him to "fuck off". Although it was all because of him looking for other people's troubles, he always stumbled on this iceberg.

In the end, even everyone paid him back.

Seeing his cold face, the little girl was a little apprehensive, ah, if you don’t buy it, you won’t buy it, why are you looking at people so fiercely, he won’t have a partner, right?Or just broke up?

Didn't she poke at this person's sore spot?

Bo Xingze's eyes fell on the bouquet of fiery red roses, as if he wanted to stare at it, but when the little girl said "forget it", Zhu Chuan finally opened his mouth when he came over with a smile to smooth things over.

"A bunch."

Little girl: "Huh?"

Zhu Chuan: "Huh?"

Bo Xingze opened his wallet, and before Zhu Chuan could react, he had already paid the money. After this wave, the flower basket was almost empty, and the little girl left contentedly.

Zhu Chuan rubbed his forehead, "Mr. Bo, it's not such a waste of money in our family. How did you do business without fooling around? You still haven't paid off Hongye."

Bo Xingze held a large bouquet of flaming roses, stuffed his face into Zhu Chuan's arms with a cold face, and threw out a sentence after a while, "Happy Qixi Festival."

Zhu Chuan was going to be silly holding the rose.

The first half of the sentence is still saying that Qixi Festival is a begging festival, there is no need to celebrate it, and the second half of the sentence begins to send flowers, and the temperament of the cloudy and sunny is too difficult to figure out.

"You are more prodigal than I am." Zhu Chuan stretched out his hand and pulled a rose petal, stuffed it into his mouth without restraint, and chewed it bitterly.

"You don't like it?"

"...It doesn't count."

Bo Xingze turned his head sideways, the light in the square was warmer, and when it shone on his side face, his pallor was weakened, and his slender peach blossom eyes seemed to have a hint of spring in them.

The red roses complemented his fair face, as if they were born for him.

He has become more charming than the domineering temperament he had eight years ago. He is not restrained, still ostentatious, but like a vixen who is ready to drag people into ruin at any time.

Bo Xingze was a little fascinated, and gently rolled down his Adam's apple.

I haven't kissed you today, why don't you propose to kiss me now?

If he signed the contract, he should not refuse.

Bo Xingze looked at the petal, pulled a piece into his mouth, Zhu Chuan turned his head, "I don't like this, it's bitter."

Bo Xingze withdrew his hand and asked him nonchalantly, "Then what do you like?"

Zhu Chuan didn't understand why he insisted on asking, probably because he really wanted to know, so he said, "Lan Fengling."

Some time ago, the little Omegas in the company were talking about flowers, and he leaned over to listen.

This blue wind chime, which everyone doesn't like very much, represents the fetters of a lifetime, the unresolved lingering, and also represents jealousy and possessiveness, that kind of blazing jealousy and turbulent possession.

This is a bit like him and Bo Xingze, who are not in love but are bound together forever, because of the possessive desire that cannot be resolved by pheromones and instincts, thus hatching a fierce jealous possession, turbulent and violent.

Both love and hate, he has passed the age of deep obsession, but sometimes he still feels resentful, and feels that the turbulent entanglement with Bo Xingze is kind of immoral... exciting.

"Blue wind chime."

Well, remember, choose blue wind chimes when proposing.

"Okay, let's go home." As soon as he opened his mouth, his face was held, Bo Xingze looked down at him, rubbing his lips with callused fingertips when his eyes met.

Looking against the light is not very real, I just feel the temperature in those eyes is extremely hot.

The scent of sake is lingering, and the cool evening wind in early autumn adds a touch of freshness, like sake with ice cubes, and when it shakes, it hits the glass wall and makes a crisp sound.

"Today's kiss, can I kiss?"

"I said no, you won't kiss? Are you so obedient?"

Bo Xingze's voice was very low, as if knocking on his heart, "You signed the contract, and you are not allowed to go back on your word."

With his face held in his arms, Zhu Chuan uttered a few words dryly, "Hurry up if you want to kiss, but I warn you not to stick out your tongue as soon as you kiss, and..."

The smell of sake rushed into his mouth, and the confinement around his waist tightened a little, not at all as he had imagined.

The sound of the bell was simple and heavy, and when it crossed zero, it would be Qixi Festival. Regardless of whether it was the real Valentine's Day or not, Zhu Chuan was in a daze. He closed his eyes lightly, let the tip of his tongue test it, and opened his mouth to welcome.

After the kiss was over, Bo Xingze reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, wiping away the saliva from the two of them, looking at his slender eyebrows, he couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed again.

Well, comfortable.