let me smell the pheromones

Chapter 125

"Doctor Wen, your boyfriend is here to see you!"

The little nurse outside the door shouted jokingly.

With the sound of the door creaking, He Ling walked in with a bouquet of fresh perfume lilies, the teased smile on her face still lingering.He was wearing a wide white v-neck shirt, with a thin gray base knit inside, which allowed one to see the beautiful pair of collarbones, and it was covered with a soft mist-like pink.

Wen Chuan was supposed to concentrate on sitting at the computer desk, but when he saw the color, he couldn't sit still.

[The rest of the words are in the words, because Chapter V must have a certain number of words, and the latter will be sent to everyone as a short front. 】

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"Why are you here?"

He closed the door and turned around to help him fasten the top button. The v-neck was transformed into a stand-up collar that locks the throat. Fashion himself couldn't help but look a little funny, "What are you doing... It's strangling my neck."

"The weather has turned cold recently, so be careful of catching a cold." Wen Chuan withdrew his hand embarrassingly, "I still wear it if I know it, so I'll change it to a flat collar next time."

"It's good to have a cold."

He Ling curled her lips, and muttered, "I just came to register with you, to test whether you are paying attention when you see a doctor."

But Wen Chuan doesn't seem to understand such romance.

"I'm here for the chest. If you come to me, it means that you are almost finished."

He said with a serious face.

"..."

The corners of He Ling's slightly raised mouth gradually fell, he looked away, and casually pulled out a chair to sit down, "When do you get off work?"

After speaking, he subconsciously glanced at the computer desktop.

Before seeing anything, Wen Chuan suddenly turned the monitor screen away.

He Ling was slightly taken aback.

"...these are all the patient's information," Wen Chuan lowered his eyelids, typed a few words casually on the keyboard, and said, "These things should not be leaked."

Leaked.

It was as if he was spying on it.

He Ling almost laughed angrily.

"Okay." He touched his feet, pushed the chair and moved back a little, with a very calm expression, "You are busy, I'm just playing with my phone here."

"Um……"

Wen Chuan glanced at him, took out a stack of medical records from the side pile, spread them out, and slowly compared and entered them.

He Ling leaned back on the chair, the cold white light cast on him, making his hair reflect light, making it look slightly gray.

His nails are a little long, and they make a rattling sound when they tap on the screen, especially at this time.His hands are clumsy, and when he cuts his nails, it is always easy to touch the flesh with a sharp cut, and he will cry out pitifully when he cuts the blood line like a cat.

In the past, Wen Chuan helped him fix it regularly. Wen Chuan kept the habit of a doctor and always got used to trimming his nails to a perfect circle. The fashionista He Ling liked round nails. He thought the round nails were too cute, and he often disliked him. Trimmed too bald.

It's just that during this period of time, He Ling often worked overtime, and the two of them got together less often and separated more, so major events such as nail cutting were delayed.

"Da, da da, da da..."

The sound of him tapping on the phone screen was even louder than Wen Chuan typing on the keyboard.

Wen Chuan knocked for a while, finally raised his head, and tentatively found a topic, "By the way, why did you come here with flowers today?"

He Ling didn't raise her gaze, she still stayed on the phone, and replied coldly: "I met a flower seller on the road, just buy whatever you want."

Wen Chuan snorted.

After a while, there was another sound of him flipping through the medical records.

He Ling couldn't help but paused.

"Do you know what day it is today?"

he asks.

"What day?"

Wen Chuan glanced at the calendar on the table, He Ling followed his gaze and saw that he had drawn a circle on today's date.

Wen Chuan paused, reached out to take the calendar, and rubbed his thumbs on it, as if he wanted to wipe off the ink marks on it. His face remained normal, "Strange, when did you draw it. There is no important surgery today..."

"That's not surgery." He Ling interrupted him, "It's the first anniversary of our relationship, you forgot."

Wen Chuan didn't speak.

"I didn't buy this bunch of flowers casually. Which roadside flower seller would sell them with perfume lilies in their hands? You said that the happiest thing about being a doctor is to see patients who recover from health receive lilies."

He Ling said in a deep voice, "You have already forgotten all about it."

"……No."

"Why is that?" He Ling threw the phone aside and stood up, her voice filled with uncontrollable anger, "Wen Chuan, don't you think you are too much? You, do you think I'm like a puppy, who can be summoned to be petted when I'm happy, and can be turned away when I'm unhappy?"

Wen Chuan looked away, his fingers were a little stiff in bewilderment.

"I see." He apologized in a low voice, "It's my fault for ignoring you. When I'm done, can we go out and celebrate together?"

"...Not good. Why does it always feel like you are accommodating me?" His perfunctory attitude made He Ling feel stuck in his throat, "Do you know what they say every time I come here? They will say, I really envy you. I have such a considerate and gentle boyfriend. Every time I agree with my mouth, I argue with myself over and over again in my heart. Are you really gentle? Are you really considerate? Why do I come to you every time? , I took the initiative to like you? Your gentleness and gentleman can be given to anyone, even a homeless man who fell on the side of the road, so why, why-"

Why can't you share some with me.

He calmed down with an inconceivable attitude, like the never-ending flaming mountain in his heart, met the nectar sprinkled on the wicker, with a sizzling sound, everything turned into nothingness, leaving only a vast expanse of whiteness.

"You don't like me, do you?"

He stated the facts, "It's because of that damn fit, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Wen Chuan finally stood up slowly from his chair.

"I don't want you to regret it."

He answered calmly.

Until this moment, he still kept his usual habits, he didn't like to speak too unfeelingly, and didn't like to hurt others too much.

But he had already handed out that sword.

"It's because of that marking thing."

He Ling looked at him firmly, "Actually, you don't want to regret it, do you? You're scared."

Memories flow back like a tide.

On that somewhat crazy, even bizarre night, under the dim light, there was also the rhythmic music of the dance hall outside, as well as panic shouting.Because the pheromone was out of control, Wen Chuan firmly nailed him to the toilet cubicle like a prey, and completed a half-hour-long temporary marking in such a simple and cramped environment.

There was a lot of chaos that night, and a certain omega's heat affected many people present.

They are the most tightly marked and longest pair of them all.

But at that time, He Ling only had some affection for him, and the relationship between them was still pure friendship.

The sound of the police car sounded, Wen Chuan came back to his senses, lowered his eyes subconsciously, and saw the large dry blood remaining on He Ling's neck, and even fresh blood kept gushing out, tracing, solidifying, and covering over and over again.

Like overturned red paint, bright and dazzling.

Wen Chuan closed his eyes. After such a long time, he still seemed to be able to smell the rust and blood that lingered at the tip of his nose that day.

"It's because of me."

He Ling said, "Because I have always insisted that I don't want to wash off the mark, that's why you compromise."

Washing off the marks is a pain, but it works.

He Ling is a person who is very afraid of pain. He said that he hoped that the marks would gradually fade away.His parents asked what to do if it didn't fade.

From that day on, Wen Chuan became his boyfriend.

They had a very good relationship, had sweet kisses, and also had a slightly intimate relationship, but they never went any further.Because the marking time is very long, He Ling didn't even face the embarrassment of estrus in the first three months.But after dating for half a year, the pheromone injected into his body gradually faded, and when it was time to replenish it, He Ling sensed Wen Chuan's resistance.

He is a person with strong self-esteem. If others don't give him something sincerely and with both hands, he would rather not have it.

During the following period, he insisted on injecting inhibitors. Every time, he could feel the pheromone smell on his neck that was about to fill the entire bar, and gradually dissipated as time went by until there was no trace.

But his bite marks were still there.

"Matching degree doesn't mean anything." Wen Chuan finally said, his voice was hoarse, and his words were extremely calm, "Neither can marks. It's just a number, and it can't represent your happy life... Marks can't, and neither can I. .”

He wanted He Ling to make the right choice.

He clearly knew that He Ling was arrogant, but he still didn't say the last sentence.

Unsurprisingly, He Ling nodded and made the choice he would make.

"Let's break up."

"I'm not a pushy person," he said.

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That night, when Dr. Wen's boyfriend left, his strength was uncontrollable, and there was an angry bang when he closed the door.

Colleagues heard it.

The nurses at the nurse's station looked at each other, not understanding what had happened.The next second, Dr. Wen walked out quickly, but bumped into a father who was holding a little girl head-on.

"Doctor! Doctor! Please help me see my daughter—"

Wen Chuan stopped in his tracks.

After a pause of one second, He Ling disappeared from sight.

Later, Wen Chuan rubbed the center of his brows after ordering an IV for the girl, and when he was about to pack up and go back, the nurse stopped him.

"Doctor Wen!" She took out a beautiful gift bag from the drawer in the nurse's station and waved to him, "You forgot the anniversary gift you prepared for your boyfriend again!"

The bag was not too big, and the little nurse accidentally glanced at it, and saw it was a square flannel box.

Wen Chuan was stunned for a while, and then walked over in silence after a long while.

"Have you had a fight with your boyfriend?" Doctor Wen is gentle and often helps people solve problems. The nurses like him very much.Seeing him quarreling with his boyfriend, with a silent look on his face, he couldn't bear it, and comforted him, "Actually, the guy is really easy to coax, aren't you going to give him a ring? You probably want to propose marriage, right? Why don't you call him now and apologize to him."

Another little nurse interjected: "Yes, he loves you so much. You never complained about working overtime every day. There must be a reason for being so angry this time. Think about him running to the hospital every day, and often Bring us a gift, nine out of ten sentences cannot be separated from you, tell us to pay attention to your three meals and health, and let you not be too tired..."

"As doctors, we have worked hard, and so have our family members. Today is your anniversary again. Didn't you talk about preparing gifts for him very early? Since we both like each other, don't let this anniversary become a regret when you recall it later. Yeah."

Wen Chuan squeezed the gift bag tightly, and then slowly let it go after a long time.

"Not a proposal, just a pair of brooches."

Wen Chuan paused, "He, he probably wouldn't like it. And he likes it just because, because..."

His liking depends on a token.

But what about marking and matching?

Are they people who would choose each other?

Wen Chuan is not sure either.

He has been waiting for the day when the pheromone will fail.But just like that wound, the past already exists, they can't do it again, this page will never be turned over.

"Ah?" The little nurse looked at each other, "Then? Then you buy him what he likes."

Wen Chuan shook his head, and finally showed a helpless smile, "...Thank you, I'll go first."

In any case, there are still many things that I haven't explained clearly to him today.He is always used to listening and giving advice, but he rarely talks about his inner thoughts.

It's late today...

When I get up tomorrow, I must apologize in person.

With this in mind, Wen Chuan drove home.

But what he didn't expect was that some people unexpectedly appeared in your life, stopped in your world, and connected with every minute and every inch of you. This kind of fate needs to be cherished.

He came so fast, and he would be so decisive when he let go.

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This is the end of the episode. I feel that some stories are not perfect until they are fully written. I have my own understanding.

Then here is my interpretation of this article, everyone is happy to read the article.

The green hills remain unchanged, and the green water flows forever.

See you next time.