After I died, I became the white moonlight of scumbag A's ex-husband

Chapter 120 I Am Your Hang Jing

so cold...

Chilling...

The snow melted slowly, wet the clothes, and seeped in. The whole body was frozen, the heart was numb, and the mind began to be confused.

"Why didn't you speak?"

Fei Wan looked at Gu Zhijin who was frozen in place, and felt a sense of joy of successfully venting, "Gu Zhijin, weren't you very good at talking just now? You kept saying it was for Zong Ying, so you should continue!"

"It doesn't matter if you drove away what I brought today, I can bring other omega here! I can find as many omega as I want!"

"Zongying was in pain during the susceptible period. You are also an S-level alpha, and AA is mutually exclusive. Now I'm afraid you can't even step into the door of this house! Once this synthetic pheromone is effective, any omega can appease you." You, Gu Zhijin, are the only ones who can’t do Zongying’s susceptibility period. Because you don’t even have omega glands, you can’t even use synthetic pheromones!”

"Gu Zhijin, it's in line with human relations for AO to be a partner. It's okay for AA to play together, but if something really happens, you can't do anything, you can't help Zongying at all."

Gu Zhijin stood where he was, looking at the familiar building in front of him, and did not move for a long time.

"I never knew about pheromone dependence, and he never told me about it."

As if talking to himself, he walked towards the gate step by step without moving his eyebrows, his voice was slightly hoarse, and there was an inexplicable trace of unexplainable emotion.

"He said that every alpha will have a susceptibility period, and it will pass after enduring it. It's not too uncomfortable."

"You do not believe?"

Fei Wan raised her eyebrows, took out the key from her bag, opened the door, grabbed Gu Zhijin, and pulled him in.

The furnishings in the house were the same as before, but before Gu Zhijin had time to take a closer look, Fei Wan dragged her all the way to the door of the master bedroom on the second floor.

The pheromone smell here is horrible.

Just standing there, Gu Zhijin's breathing inevitably became short and heavy.

He pulled down his collar uncomfortably, leaning against the wall and looking at his former bedroom.

The door is closed...

There was no sound at all in the house.

In this house, except for the tyrannical alpha pheromones that filled the air, it was as quiet as a tomb in a barren mountain.

"Zong Ying is in this bedroom, do you dare to go in?"

Fei Wan didn't realize how unreasonable it was for Gu Zhijin, an S-level alpha, to be dragged around by her all the way.

She just watched the other party's face change greatly after being stimulated by Zongying's pheromone, and she felt happy in her heart, and said deliberately, "He tortured himself into a human and ghostly appearance for another person, Gu Zhijin, Do you dare to take a look?"

The smell of green bamboo after the rain was too strong, and the cold and damp cold in the air made Gu Zhijin's mind a little dazed, as if he had returned to the beginning.

It was also Zong Ying's susceptible period, Fei Wan stood behind him, he was also facing such a door, hesitating.

That time, he pushed open the door.

What about this time?

Knowing what will happen after opening the door, how dare he?

Gu Zhiyu's psychological problems have not fully recovered.

She still can't accept the existence of Zongying.

His own heart knot has not been untied.

Lin Yushu and Zong Qi's conspiracy has not yet been clarified, whether the illegal laboratory has anything to do with them.

Who was the real culprit behind Gu Zhijin's death?

With so many things in front of him, now is definitely not the time for him to develop a further relationship with Zong Ying.

He should turn around immediately, go downstairs and leave, Fei Wan couldn't stop him at all.

He made a mistake once, and he can't make the same mistake again!

He understands the truth, but──

Zong Ying is inside.

he's having a hard time...

Just this one reason easily overcomes all rationality.

Just like back then...

Gu Zhijin grabbed the doorknob, turned to Fei Wan who looked surprised, and said calmly: "I don't agree with what you did to Zong Ying, but in this world, I'm probably the only one who has no right to blame you people."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Fei Wan's astonishment, he twisted his wrist slightly, pushed open the door, and walked in.

The concentration of pheromone in the room is several times that outside.

But Gu Zhijin didn't notice the existence of pheromones at all at the first time, the top alpha's dynamic vision adapted to the dim environment in the house in an instant, and then he froze at the door.

Zongying hasn't changed any of the furnishings in this house, even the box of tissues on the table are all brands that Hang Jing used to, and they are placed in exactly the same position.

Every item in the house was so familiar, but Gu Zhijin hardly recognized that this was the bedroom he had slept in for three years at first glance.

In every corner of the bedroom, camellias are placed.

Gu Zhijin looked at the camellias in full bloom in a room, from the window sill to the floor, the whole room was like a flower garden dedicated to planting camellias, and there was almost no place for people to settle down.

He gently moved the flower pots all over the floor with his toes, and walked quietly into the bedroom.

The room was too quiet, if it wasn't for the air, the pheromones from the green bamboos after the rain would continue to flow, deepening the terrifying sense of presence, and he would have suspected that Fei Wan had lied to him again.

Is Zong Ying not in the house at all?

But Zong Ying happened to be there.

Gu Zhijin looked at the half-asleep figure curled up in the corner leaning against the wall, and almost collapsed on the spot.

The tall alpha huddled himself into a ball as much as possible, drenched in sweat, the collar of his shirt was torn and wrinkled, the skin on his forehead was scratched, his face was still bruised, and there were marks on the wall. With less obvious blood stains.

With his hands with worn-out fingertips, he held a pot of camellias in full bloom, and carefully protected his heart. He was wrapped in a bathrobe that he used to wear, and was covered with pajamas that he had worn before. Coats, used towels, pillows, and a mess of old clothes piled up into a hill half the height of a person, enclosing Zongying in the middle.

Zongying is building a nest.

Gu Zhijin's pupils suddenly constricted.

Just now at the door of the room, he saw a room full of camellias, and he was more or less lucky.

But now, my heart is broken.

pheromone dependence

Gu Zhijin scanned the old clothes on the floor with a dull expression.

Since his last life, he had a big fight with Zong Ying in the bathroom, fell and cut his hand, and was sent to the hospital by Zong Ying, and he hasn't come back.

The things he left here have not been used since that time.

Afterwards, it had been nearly a year since he died of dystocia, even if his clothes were stained with his breath, there was nothing left.

Let alone now.

He casually picked up a scarf he had worn, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

Sure enough, nothing.

How could old clothes from four or five years ago still have pheromone residues.

But Zong Ying built a nest of self-deception by relying on these old things that had nothing, and survived the susceptibility period after time.

I don't know if Zong Ying was exhausted by the day and night of the susceptible period, or if he hit the wall and knocked himself out when he was unconscious. After Gu Zhijin removed the piled up clothes, his eyelids trembled After a few times, he uttered a few vague words, and then instinctively hugged the camellia in his arms tighter, but he failed to wake up.

Gu Zhijin stared at the embarrassed Zong Ying for a long time.

How uncomfortable is it to make an S-class alpha with top self-healing ability have black eyes and blue blood vessels on his neck? unconscious.

Is it enough trust in the subconscious, or... has lost the perception of the outside world

Unable to move his gaze away, Gu Zhijin just stared at Zong Ying's face until the tip of his nose was sore, his eyes were swollen, and the end of his eyes turned red at some point.

"I'm sorry—"

He stretched out his hand and gently brushed away Zong Ying's sweaty hair that was sticking to his face. His hands were shaking, and his voice was choked up, "Leave you alone in this world..."

Can't go on.

He lowered his head and buried his face heavily in his palm, his throat convulsed violently, and he could no longer make a sound.

How to do?

This is the one he loves with all his heart

It's his ancestor!

How could he be willing!

Thinking of Zong Ying's susceptibility period during the past four years of his illness, even not long ago, he smiled and told himself that it will pass after a while.

Gu Zhijin grabbed her heart, the heart that had been disturbed by Zong Ying was about to die of pain.

The suppressed sobs sounded in the quiet room, and Zong Ying moved, as if he was about to wake up.

Gu Zhijin took the towel at the side, trying to tuck Zong Ying into sweat, but just as she stretched out her hand, she was caught.

"Who?"

Zong Ying half-opened his eyes, his eyes were icy cold, and finally realized that the territory had been invaded, and his irritable expression was tinged with a bit of gloom.

"Who told you to come! Is it my mother again? Get out!"

A fierce and powerful momentum rushed towards his face.

But the moment he was violent and bluntly said that the pheromone was about to attack Gu Zhijin, he suddenly backed away.

Zong Ying blinked, pulled the hand he was holding to his nose in confusion, and sniffed carefully, as if he couldn't believe it, sniffed hard again, and then raised his eyes tremblingly.

"Am I dreaming?"

The thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the pale alpha pupils were not focused. This person is not awake at all.

"I smell...the scent of camellias...not flowers, but pheromones..."

Zongji was eager to ask for confirmation. He reached out his hand to the person in front of him to confirm the identity of the other person, but he was afraid that all this was just an illusion and he was afraid of waking up from a dream, so he stopped just before touching the other person's cheek.

"Is it... Xiaojing?"

"It's mine... Has Hang Jing come back?"

The cautious look was quite different from the domineering look of this person.

The person being questioned carefully observed Zong Ying, and confirmed that this person was really in a state of confusion, and felt even more distressed.

He took the initiative to take Zong Ying's hand, put it on his face, rubbed it back and forth, and replied in a hoarse voice:

"Yes, it's me, it's your Hang Jing."

"Zongying, I'm back." Zongying, mother's big boy!Cry louder, I will let you sleep in Hangjing!If you don't play well with this, Gu Zhijin will sleep with you!

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