After admitting the wrong pheromone, I was obsessed with paranoia A

Chapter 34

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If you want to talk about things that interest He Yang, the first is grades, and the second is Ying Jiashu.

Or a rare Omega, carefully recalling this quiet person, He Yang has almost only one impression of him, a good-looking person.

And what he likes most is to crush good-looking things little by little.

Just like Song Jiaxin, the pure flower will eventually be stained red with blood and become a rotten rose.

Song Jiaxin is the third and the most successful one.

And the completion of this rose, the next one, is what he is most looking forward to.

He couldn't help but want to laugh, but he knew that a good student must listen carefully in class, so he grabbed the sides of his cheeks hard, trying to relax the muscles at the corners of his mouth that could not be raised.

In this state of suppressed excitement, he hung his thumb on the send button, and admired the poor flower again. The next second, he seemed very sorry that he could not appreciate it alone, and sent the edited copy with a worried face. .

In the emergency center of the city hospital, after learning of Song Jiaxin's condition, the doctor immediately called the Gene Research Institute of City B. Ying Jiashu and Wen Feng were the first witnesses, and they were waiting for the police to come here. Sitting down on the blue chair outside the general outpatient clinic, Wen Feng clicked his tongue and showed Ying Jiashu a new post on the school forum.

The poster is anonymous, and the content is that in the piano classroom, a girl who looks like she is dying is lying next to the piano, her hair is dyed, and her original appearance cannot be seen.

But there were still sharp-eyed people who recognized it and followed up immediately.

4178: Isn't this the literary and art committee member of Class [-], Grade [-]?

Xiaoxiao 666: Does the floor master know each other?

I'm invincible You feel free: I also feel like...

4178: Isn't this Song Jiaxin?It is said that he is the only person in the group who has differentiated into an Omega so far. Looking at the situation, is it "bloody"?

As soon as this layer master's post was sent out, the people below all expressed surprise, and even more ridicule.

Xiaoxiao666: I've seen this senior, she's pretty, and she's often surrounded by a girl who likes to wear yellow clothes. Is this "violent blood"?disgusting...

There are a lot of comments about nausea. Some of them say that they have money to do surgery, and those who have been transformed to make buses. Swipe the screen and turn the page to the 300th floor in just a few minutes. There is almost no maintenance of Song Jiaxin. people.

Ying Jiashu returned the phone to Wen Feng, and the other party saw that Ying Jiashu's face did not change, and couldn't help but sigh that Ying Jiashu was really calm, but just as Wen Feng took the phone, he found that the post had been deleted by the host.

Wen Feng: "Ah! Why was it deleted."

Ying Jiashu was just thinking, who made this post, and who made that photo?

Ying Jiashu said calmly, "This is his purpose."

Wen Feng saved the photos of the main building in advance, clicked to observe carefully, "The photos were taken before we arrived, and it is very likely that besides my brother and Song Jiaxin, there is a fourth person present."

Ying Jiashu admitted, "The key lies in—"

Wen Feng answered quickly, "Who is the photographer, and is the host the same person—"

His ending was drawn out, and Ying Jiashu patted his head and praised, "Okay, you have enough brains."

Wen Feng: "..."

Ying Jiashu stood up with his hands crossed, his palms turned outwards, moving his muscles and bones, his clothes were lifted up, revealing his thin waistline slightly, Wen Feng swallowed unconsciously.

Ying Jiashu noticed that the person in front of him was a little unnatural, he leaned his head on one side and leaned on his arm, and asked lazily, "What's wrong?"

His voice also sank, just two words tickled Wen Feng's heart, Wen Feng looked away from the other's delicate jaw, and responded honestly: "Ah, my brain seems to be broken."

Ying Jiashu was amused, and put his hands down directly on Wen Feng's shoulders. Wen Feng boldly pushed back the hair on the other's forehead, and those light-colored eyes still hit Wen Feng's heart directly.

How can there be such beautiful eyes.

Such beautiful eyes just happen to grow on such a beautiful face.

Such a good-looking person just matched his handsome self.

Ying Jiashu blinked, and Wen Feng's figure disappeared and reappeared in his pupils.

He asked, "Is it better to cut it off?"

Wen Feng didn't respond, "What?"

Ying Jiashu lifted a strand, looked at the slightly curly hair, and said to himself, "It does seem to be a bit of an eyesore, let's cut it off tomorrow."

Wen Feng: "Just keep it if you like it."

"I don't like it, but I didn't have any reason to cut it before." Ying Jiashu suddenly looked into Wen Feng's eyes, the bright black eyes also showed his appearance, and his tone was obviously gentle, "Now I have."

Some messy hair on the front of the forehead covered the right eye, exposing the left eye, and the eyelids were relaxed. He looked at the passing patient, and inadvertently glanced back at Wen Feng, with his lips slightly parted, teasing but serious.

"In order not to block my eyes when I look at you, you look at me."

"Like a jewel."

Wen Feng's heart itched even worse.

The author says:

Ying Jiashu: I am too good at boasting.

闻枫：说吧，又是在哪里看到的情侣调-情语录？！感谢在2022-07-0823:43:18-2022-07-0922:35:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Namo Amitabha;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!