Not to mention the driver, even Sheng Shaoyou himself didn't know what was wrong with him.
He got so excited that he ran all the way downstairs to the apartment building, only to find that he didn't have the access card to the apartment.
Fortunately, the lobby steward on duty recognized him and immediately swiped his card to open the door for him. Beta steward suppressed his surprise and greeted Sheng Shaoyou: "Mr. Sheng, good evening."
Sheng Shaoyou, still catching his breath, nodded at him and asked, "Has the gentleman who lives in my house returned home?"
"Ah?" The housekeeper thought for a moment and said, "Oh, you mean Mr. Hua, right? I'm back."
"one person?"
"Yes, alone." The housekeeper said, "There was a car to take him back, but it has already left. The only person who went upstairs was the gentleman himself."
Hua Yong lives back home and never stays out overnight.
So what if Shen Wenlang took him to a private banquet? After the scene was over, the orchid would return to Sheng Shaoyou's territory.
My heart, which had been beating wildly from running, calmed down a little.
After the impulse of the brain fever faded, Sheng Shaoyou felt annoyed belatedly. He suspected that he was crazy. He ran all the way in the cold wind in the middle of the night in a single layer of clothes because he was worried about an Omega who had never even kissed him.
If I eat too many cookies and receive too many childish notes, will I really turn into an elementary school student?
Seeing the uncertain look on his face, the lobby manager took the initiative to ask, "That gentleman seems drunk and may not be able to open the door for you. Mr. Sheng, do you want to go up? I'll swipe your card for you."
"No need." Sheng Shaoyou said, "Go ahead and do your work. Thank you."
He turned around, wanting to leave this lobby that confirmed his foolish concern as soon as possible, but his cell phone vibrated. It was Hua Yong.
"Mr. Sheng." On the other end of the phone, he spoke very clearly. Just listening to his voice, you couldn't tell that he was drunk. It was just that his tone was erratic, making his voice particularly ethereal. "Did you call me? My phone was on silent mode, and I just saw it. What's the matter?"
"Nothing." Sheng Shaoyou said. He pressed the down button of the elevator, wanting the driver to pick him up in the basement.
There was a sudden stop of water on Hua Yong's end. Sheng Shaoyou imagined that he had finished his shower, dried his hair, and was sitting on the bed in the bedroom with his eyes downcast, talking on the phone with him. His brain, which had cooled down, seemed to warm up again, but he was still rational, so he didn't say anything, just quietly waiting for the elevator.
"Mr. Sheng." The orchid-scented Omega who made people worry about him in vain called him again in a soft voice.
"What's wrong?"
"What flavor of cookies would you like next Monday?" he asked.
Sheng Shaoyou didn't want to eat cookies, but he didn't want Hua Yong to know that he didn't like them.
He was afraid that this orchid with too high self-esteem would be disappointed and stop sending him cookies after knowing it.
Sheng Shaoyou grabbed a handful of hair in annoyance, but before he could figure out the taste, the elevator arrived.
"Mr. Sheng?" Hua Yong asked doubtfully, "Have you decided on the taste? -" Seeing that Sheng Shaoyou still didn't answer, he suddenly chuckled for some reason, and said softly, "Or, are you free on the weekend and want to do it with me?"
… The lobby butler standing in front of the elevator watched the elevator, which had originally descended to the underground first floor, suddenly rise rapidly, and after reaching the lobby on the first floor, it opened the door with a ding.
In the elevator, Sheng Shaoyou came and went, and the housekeeper couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
Sheng Shaoyou pressed the phone and made a card swiping gesture. The security of this community is strict, and cards are swiped to each household. Without a card, you can't get in. Seeing this, the housekeeper immediately helped him swipe the elevator.
The elevator door closed slowly and then went straight to the top floor.
On the other end of the phone, Hua Yong saw that Sheng Shaoyou didn't say anything, so he smiled briefly and said to himself, "I was joking. Mr. Sheng is so busy, how can he have time to make cookies? I must make them on the weekends…" "Open the door."
"What?"
"I said, open the door."
There were hurried footsteps on the other end of the phone, and the door opened. A little orchid wearing a nightgown, with half-wet hair and smelling of alcohol came into Sheng Shaoyou's sight.
The front of her bathrobe was loosely open, revealing a chest that was white and almost transparent.
After the bath, Hua Yong smelled very slightly of alcohol, but it made Sheng Shaoyou feel a little drunk, and his heart beat abnormally fast.
But he pretended to be expressionless, hung up the phone, leaned against the door frame and said, "She even asked someone to make the cookies for her. Does Secretary Hua have any sincerity?"
"Yes." Hua Yong smiled at him again, revealing a line of white teeth between her bright red lips: "I will always be sincere to Mr. Sheng."
Sheng Shaoyou walked forward, getting closer to him. Hua Yong lowered her eyes, avoiding his ambiguous gaze, her long and dense eyelashes trembling, as if she was shy, and the shadow gently fell under her eyes, scratching Sheng Shaoyou's heart.
"Really? How come I didn't know?" Sheng Shaoyou didn't smile. He had a superior bone structure and high brow bones. Once he stopped smiling, he looked fierce and handsome. He looked at the steamy face in front of him and asked in a low voice: "Where is your sincerity?
Take it out and let me see? Hmm?"
Hua Yong raised his eyes upon hearing this, and looked at him leisurely through the mist. Perhaps because of the lighting, his expression was a little sharper than usual, with a fierce aggression. Sheng Shaoyou's heart moved, and his brows slightly wrinkled, but before he could think about it, the orchid came closer. Hua Yong suddenly moved close to him, and gently touched the corner of his lips with her warm red lips.
The skin was in contact for only a few seconds, so fast that people had no time to react.
Sheng Shaoyou didn't even have time to blink before Hua Yong's lips, as soft as petals, left him. The orchid stood at a distance that Sheng Shaoyou felt was within easy reach, biting her lip and smiling as she asked him, "Is this sincerity enough?"
"Not enough." Sheng Shaoyou said this, running his fingers along Hua Yong's back, pressing the Omega's slender and sensitive neck, and pressing him towards himself.
Their lips touched, and Sheng Shaoyou taught this inexperienced Omega how to have a real kiss.
When they separated again, the two lips in front of her were red from being sucked too much, and were half open, moistly. Hua Yong looked at Sheng Shaoyou with dependence and affection, her eyes very soft.
They were obviously about the same height, but every time Hua Yong looked at Sheng Shaoyou, Sheng Shaoyou always had the illusion that the beautiful Lan Hua was looking up at him.
Hua Yong's gaze gave this young S-class Alpha an unprecedented desire to conquer. His blood was boiling.
He wanted to quickly pick this orchid, break off a branch and put it in his own vase, and hide it at home. He could show off occasionally, but he could never let outsiders appreciate and smell it without restraint.
That night, Sheng Shaoyou stayed in the apartment where Hua Yong lived.
But apart from two kisses and saying goodnight to each other before going to bed, they did nothing.
Sheng Shaoyou felt that he was really weird. Before he met Hua Yong, he never thought that he would have such a pure relationship that was close to love one day .
When I woke up in the morning, Hua Yong had been awake for a long time and was doing finishing work in the kitchen. A freshly prepared breakfast was placed on the dining table.
Sheng Shaoyou prefers Western breakfast, but Hua Yong cooked soy milk and served it with a tray of steamed buns, barbecued pork puffs and crystal shrimp dumplings, with a plate of sliced fruits on the side.
"I don't know what Mr. Sheng likes to eat, so I prepared something casually." He smiled and handed the chopsticks to Sheng Shaoyou: "Did Mr. Sheng sleep well last night?"
Sheng Shaoyou took the chopsticks but didn't answer. He just listened to him talking quietly to himself:
"I didn't sleep well."
"What do you mean?"
The orchid opposite, who was wearing home clothes but still dazzlingly beautiful, raised her eyes and glanced at him secretly, her face flushed, and she answered seriously: "Because my heart was beating too fast."
Sheng Shaoyou also smiled. His facial features were too deep, and his cold look was very heroic. His smile broke the ice but it was hard to feel gentle:
"Really?"
"Yeah." Hua Yong said softly, "I don't think my heart has ever beat so fast in my life."
Sheng Shaoyou's eyes softened again and he asked him, "What should we do next?"
"In the future?" Hua Yong was slightly distressed.
"Yes, what should I do in the future?" He turned his head and asked naively, "Mr. Sheng, will I get a heart disease if I date you for a long time?"
"What kind of words are you talking about?"
"That's right." Hua Yong pressed his chest and said seriously, "It's beating very fast now, and I'm a little out of breath."
Sheng Shaoyou was worried that he was lacking oxygen, so before eating breakfast, he pressed Hua Yong again and kindly helped him breathe for a while.
On this day, Sheng Shaoyou found that Chinese breakfast seemed pretty good. He almost fell in love with drinking soy milk and eating shrimp dumplings with Hua Yong.
After breakfast, Hua Yong went to the kitchen to clean up the dishes, and Sheng Shaoyou went into the study to hold a video conference. When the meeting was over, it was almost eleven o'clock.
He put down his tablet and planned to go out to see what the orchid was doing.
Although he talks a lot in Moments and often chatters in notes, most of the time, Hua Yong is very quiet in real life. He is different from Sheng Shaoyou's past companions who hope to gain attention through self-expression. He always stays somewhere quietly, as if he is always waiting for Sheng Shaoyou to take the initiative.
And yesterday's extremely short kiss filled with alcohol was probably the most outrageous and daring thing Hua Yong could have done.
Sheng Shaoyou found Hua Yong in the living room.
He was sitting on the sofa, holding a book and reading seriously.
Sheng Shaoyou took a closer look and found that it was actually a professional book on massage.
His expression suddenly became unhappy: "Why?
Secretary Hua is planning to work part-time at a foot massage parlor?"
He suddenly spoke, and Hua Yong was startled by him, and the book fell from his knees to the ground with the book open. "No." Hua Yong bent down to pick up the book, closed it and put it aside. "My sister has been bedridden for too long. If she gets better after the operation, she will be able to stand up. The doctor said that insisting on massage will be good for her future recovery."
"Have you learned it?"
"No." Hua Yong said, "It's a little difficult. Besides, I don't have anyone to practice with."
That night, Sheng Shaoyou turned down an evening social engagement and became a special practice partner for trainee physical therapist Teacher Hua.
It was the first time that Hua Yong touched a real model and he looked very nervous, with a somewhat stiff expression.
"Mr. Sheng, why don't you just forget it?"
"Why?"
"I'm afraid I didn't do it right."
"How can I get better without practice?" Sheng Shaoyou lay on the massage bed with his upper body naked, comforting him: "It's okay, your strength won't hurt me, just press as much as you want."
Hua Yong stopped talking. She smeared oil on her soft and delicate palms and gently placed them on the bare skin of Sheng Shaoyou's back.
The air conditioning and floor heating were turned up specially, and the massage oil was at Hua Yong's body temperature, so it wasn't cold. But when Hua Yong touched him, Sheng Shaoyou's back muscles still trembled.
"Is it too heavy?" Hua Yong asked worriedly.
"No." Sheng Shaoyou said hoarsely: "Go on."
Hua Yong began to press the muscles under his palms in an awkward way. The more he pressed, the harder they became. He was unsure, so he asked Sheng Shaoyou, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Sheng Shaoyou was indeed uncomfortable, but it was not because Hua Yong's massage was not good enough. His breathing gradually became heavier, and he felt that he was simply asking for trouble.
Hua Yong pressed the acupoints very seriously.
There was a bookshelf not far away. He lowered his eyes and followed the instructions in the book to locate the acupoints. His slender white fingers dipped in essential oil pushed down along Sheng Shaoyou's spine, one section at a time.
He was focused and clear-minded as he compared the book, searching for the meridians, internal organs and bones. His fingers were not very sensitive, but very smooth and soft, sticking to the skin and flesh, and his strength was greater than Sheng Shaoyou had imagined.
The human body is a very magical unified structure.
Regardless of gender, age, weight, height or shortness, there are 206 bones and 650 acupuncture points.
This book teaches the bone measurement method and the finger measurement method for acupuncture points.
The bone measurement method was first seen in the "Lingshu·Bone Measurement" chapter of "Huangdi Neijing". Hua Yong read the entire "Huangdi Neijing" but still couldn't figure out the method. He couldn't find the acupuncture point he wanted.
But fortunately, Hua Yong has always been very patient. He is best at exploring slowly and firmly believes that he will get it in the end.