Wen Mingyu was summoned by Mu Zhan again and sat aside.

During this period, he found that the so-called tyrant rumors seemed to be unbelievable. For example, when dealing with the government diligently, Mu Zhan was as busy as a poor social animal.

I got up at four o'clock in the morning, washed up and went to court, and went to court after nine o'clock. I continued to discuss state affairs with several important ministers, and then spent lunch and rested for a while, and then went into the sea of ​​memorials, busy until the night fell.

In comparison, Wen Mingyu felt like sitting next to her, eating snacks, and she was like an unscrupulous supervisor and a capitalist who squeezed out the employees under her hands.

Wen Mingyu sighed silently, picked up a melon seed, and was about to knock it, but he thought that it might make a sound, so he changed to break it with his hands. As a result, the room was too quiet, and a crisp sound was still a bit obvious.

Wen Mingyu decisively threw the melon seeds back into the plate, serious, as if he had done nothing and had nothing to do with him.

The general manager and Wen Mingyu both looked in Mu Zhan's direction and found that he was still reading the memorial and had no reaction. He seemed to have not heard it, and he breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Then, the supervisor walked forward, opened his mouth and silently claimed the crime. He pushed another plate of snacks in front of Wen Mingyu, and said that he would change to a plate of pastry he liked, then picked up the plate of melon seeds and turned around and walked out.

Wen Mingyu felt that he might have taught the palace maid who sent melon seeds to the imperial front.

Not long after, a little eunuch brought a plate of new dessert. Wen Mingyu ate two quietly, felt her mouth dry, and took another sip of tea.

I have to say that I ate here so well. If it weren't for Mu Zhan's dangerous time bomb and bomb, he wouldn't want to leave.

After a while.

Mu Zhan looked up from the memorial, pressed his forehead tiredly, intending to rest for a while. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Wen Mingyu.

Wen Mingyu was chewing a piece of cherry crispy, half-squinted her eyes, her cheeks bulged slightly, and she enjoyed her eating. Suddenly she felt her vision. He tilted his head and immediately closed his mouth, wiped off the powder on the corner of his mouth, and then raised the corner of his mouth and smiled silently. His whole body was like a little sun, emitting a warm light.

Mu Zhan just looked at him for two seconds, got up and walked over, sat down on the long couch beside him, lay back casually, and closed his eyes.

Wen Mingyu took a bite of the crispy bite and looked at him quietly.

Mu Zhan lay on the couch, lowering his eyelashes, his ink hair was dispersed, and he looked a little lazy and slackened. After his deep and cold eyes blocked it, the outline of his face seemed to have become softer. He no longer had the usual terrible aura, but instead exuded a youthful aura.

To be honest, when he first learned about it, he was a little unbelievable. The tyrant in front of him was only eighteen years old, just two years older than him. In the future, he was still a student, and he might not even have taken the college entrance examination. Here, he has been a throne for several years and has a good idea of ​​governing the country.

Not to mention the point of violence, he is obviously an extremely powerful person.

Wen Mingyu pursed her lips and stared at the sleeping face unconsciously. She was unparalleled and handsome, such a handsome man. It would be a pity to not punch her with such a flawless face.

Wen Mingyu heard a few days ago that the tyrant originally went to his place and planned to kill him, but later he changed his mind somehow. The tyrant was unstable, and he did whatever he wanted and had no scruples. No one could guess what he was thinking.

After hearing this, Wen Mingyu was scared, and he was frightened by the tyrant every day, so he was frightened and it was certainly impossible to be dissatisfied without resentment.

Smiling on his face, and MMP in his heart.

This emoticon is definitely a true portrayal of him.

One is fist, the other is sweeping the leg, and then kicking...

The villain in Wen Mingyu's mind was punching and kicking the tyrant, taking revenge and hitting him very happily. But in reality, of course, he couldn't do this. If he did it, he would be rushing to die.

I was thinking about something in my heart, but my face didn't show it, but my eyes were faint, staring at Mu Zhan straight. People who don't know might think it was a story that was indescribable.

Mu Zhan, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, seemed to feel the strong gaze, frowned slightly, and showed some signs of suspected waking up.

Wen Mingyu turned his head quickly and started eating dried fruits intently.

As a result, Mu Zhan just moved and did not wake up. Wen Mingyu breathed a little, put down the dried fruit, rubbed his eyes, perhaps because of the nervousness and tenseness for a long time, and he was a little sleepy.

He blinked, trying to cheer himself up, but after a while, he lay on the table and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept in this sleep. When he woke up, he looked around in a daze. It was dark and there were swaying candlelights not far away.

Who am I? Where am I?

Wen Mingyu, who had not woken up, looked confused.

The general manager Zhao Dequan walked up to him, bent over, and smiled kindly, "Young Master Wen, Your Majesty has given him the order. When you wake up, I will let me take you back."

Wen Mingyu was confused: "...Okay."

Then he followed the eunuch, yawned and returned slowly.

On the way, he was still very confused. When he woke up, the tyrant was gone. Where did he go? He was working again? Seeing that he was asleep, he didn't get angry and punished him?

While being grateful and scared, I felt very strange in my heart.

Tyrant's heart, needle under the sea.

Sure enough, I can't understand it.

When he returned to the palace where he lived, Zhao Dequan bowed and bowed to him and then turned around and left.

Wen Mingyu had dinner, took a shower, and finally fell on the bed.

Perhaps because he had taken a nap, he was quite energetic and couldn't fall asleep immediately.

He was lying on the bed, thinking about life.

During this period, he frequently went to the Tyrant's palace to report. It slowly got down. He was nervous and had a lot of doubts and speculations.

He complained that the tyrant had to be guarded by someone when he slept, but according to what he had found out, there was no such thing before. He was the only one, even the tyrant was arranged to beside him when he reviewed the memorials.

Why?

Wen Mingyu felt that there should be a reason for this. The memorial was confidential. Normally, it was impossible for the emperor to do this. This seemed very special. It could be seen from the reaction of the general manager Zhao Dequan. Zhao Dequan is becoming more and more respectful to him now.

Of course, Wen Mingyu would not think that the tyrant's love for him at first sight and other things should have an important role in being kept.

For example, he is next to him, so he can let the tyrant fall asleep.

After several similar situations, this can basically be confirmed. As for the reason, he also thought about it. The biggest possibility at present, and what he least hopes for - his pheromones have played a pacifying role.

Generally speaking, only a and o can smell the pheromones, and ordinary people have no feeling. Wen Mingyu can't admit it. From the first glance when he saw the tyrant, the amazing oppressive power and aggressiveness he perceived all show that the tyrant is an alpha and very powerful.

The last time the tyrant broke the memorial with anger, the terrifying low pressure was strongly proof. He was frightened at the time. Afterwards, he actually smelled a smell that was not originally in the hall, which was strong and powerful, and invaded his body, a bit like the wine he had smelled in his previous life, but compared to those cheap wines, the taste was more mellow and pungent, just like the legendary nectar dew.

Although abo is the norm in the future world, Wen Mingyu has heard that experts have studied when human evolution began to become abo. Experts have put forward a guess, which may be traced back to the distant ancient times, but the number was very small at that time, and the ancients may not have realized it.

Because I don’t know it, I naturally don’t consciously control the pheromone.

The tyrant always gives people a very terrifying sense of oppression, partly because of his evil aura and murderous intent, and partly because of the pheromonal bonus. It can make ordinary people feel threatened, which is enough to show how terrible his pheromonal pressure is.

If Mu Zhan is really an alpha, he will be in trouble.

Wen Mingyu turned into a palm-sized rabbit with a sagging ears, holding his claws and hitting his head, pounding his fluffy ears swayed with his movements.

Finally, he lay down like a self-deprecating, rolled around on the bed, and kicked into the air with his short legs.

Of course there is a reason for him to be so entangled and irritable.

He is sixteen this year, and Omega's estrus period is generally at the age of seventeen or eighteen. There is no inhibitor in this era. He originally planned to survive it alone. The process would be very painful, but it would be fine after that period.

However, if there is an alpha around you, the situation will be completely different. Omega in the estrus will emit a rich and attractive pheromone, which is extremely attractive to alpha. Especially since he used to frequently use inhibitors, the rebound will be even more powerful in the future. He will definitely not be able to help but stick it on, and Mu Zhan will also lose control... That's it.

In ancient times, he didn't know the estrus period, and he endured it himself. Others might just misunderstand it as a serious illness, but when he met Mu Zhan, others might think that he had put some strong spring medicine on the emperor, and seduced him in a vain way.

Wen Mingyu rolled from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, then from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, hit the pillow, and hugged it with his claws.

The round rabbit eyes narrowed and bit the pillow, making her mad and mad.
Chapter completed!