I Let the Boss A Become O

Wen Qingmo woke up earlier than usual.

The sky outside the window was blue, and the birdsong continued.

Lu Xi was still sleeping, his sleeping face was quiet and well-behaved, with half of his face buried in the quilt, he leaned over and wanted to kiss him, but he was afraid of waking Lu Xi up, so he finally gave up.

Wen Qingmo got off the bed softly, put on her coat, and walked out of the bedroom.

He felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, with throbbing pains, but it was still within the tolerable range, Wen Qingmo raised his hand and rubbed it, put on an apron, and started to make breakfast.

But it was because of a few extra glasses of wine at the dinner last night.

Wen Qing thought about it, and skillfully took out two eggs.

When the oil was heated in the pot, Wen Qingmo knocked the egg on the edge of the pot. As the egg white and yolk flowed into the non-stick pan, a faint fishy smell permeated the air. Usually, Wen Qingmo would not have any reaction to this smell, but neither did he today. Knowing what was wrong, his face turned pale immediately, he couldn't help retching, and his waist bowed accordingly.

The oil in the pot crackled and exploded, Wen Qingmo blinked his eyes to let the physical tears that blurred his vision disappear, he picked up the spatula with one hand, and smoothed it **** his chest with the other, only then did he feel a little bit of feeling.

He really shouldn't have had those few glasses of wine.

It’s not like I haven’t drank it before, and I’m fine the next day after drinking it…

Wouldn't his body function decline at thirty-two?

Wen Qingmo quickly fried the eggs and heated up two more cups of milk. After a while, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Lu Xi came out rubbing his eyes.

Seeing Wen Qingmo in the kitchen, Lu Xi walked over slowly, leaned in front of Wen Qingmo, closed his mouth and kissed him lightly: "Baby, what time is it, did you wake up so early today?"

After completing the good morning kiss task, Lu Xi turned around and went to the bathroom to start brushing his teeth.

It has been two years since Lu Xi graduated, and she hasn't cut her hair in the second year. Her light purple hair has grown a lot, and the tips of her hair fall below her shoulders. She is afraid that her hair will get wet, so she picks it up from the shelf He took out a rubber band and tied his hair into a ball.

"I can't sleep a little bit," Wen Qingmo put the breakfast on the dining table, followed Lu Xi into the bathroom, the two stood in front of the mirror, he leaned over and hugged Lu Xi's back tightly, and buried his face in Lu Xi's shoulder On the floor, there was a nasal sound in the voice, "Xiaoxi...I don't feel well in my stomach."

"what happened?"

Lu Xi spat out a mouthful of toothpaste: "Did you drink yesterday?"

"Maybe…"

Wen Qingmo replied in a low voice, wrapping her hands around Lu Xi's waist naturally.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but after posting with Lu Xi for a few seconds, the discomfort in his stomach actually eased a lot.

Lu Xi sighed, brushed his teeth faster, turned around and gently pushed Wen Qingmo away, and scratched the tip of his nose again: "Don't drink so much in the future! You're not a particularly good drinker... It's still uncomfortable now Do you want me to rub it for you?"

"It's not uncomfortable anymore," Wen Qingmo looked at her, "I hugged you for a while, and I feel much better."

Lu Xi: "..."

Lu Xi: "Are you playing with me?"

Even though he said so, Lu Xi still covered Wen Qingmo's stomach with his hands, and said with concern: "Are you sure you're all right? Don't you have any problems with drinking?"

The two walked to the dining table, and Wen Qingmo opened the chair and sat down. Although there was still a dull pain in his stomach, it was not that serious compared to just now. He didn't want Lu Xi to worry too much, so he smiled and shook his head: "Just like You are being coquettish."

"I can tell," Lu Xi sat down beside Wen Qingmo, "You are getting more and more delicate."

"You don't like it anymore, do you?" Wen Qingmo asked with a straight face.

Lu Xi smiled and squeezed Wen Qingmo's side face, and added: "I love you more and more."

Lu Xi quickly put down his hands and began to eat, but Wen Qingmo didn't have much appetite. He just took a bite of the fried egg when the nausea returned. Wen Qingmo's chest heaved and he suppressed the desire to retch. exposed in front of Hee.

Breakfast was finished soon, Lu Xi glanced at the food left on Wen Qingmo's plate - this was obviously not his usual appetite, but he didn't say anything, just walked to the entrance, put on his shoes: "Brother, let's go together."

Wen Qingmo nodded, took the key and went out with her.

The air outside the house was cold and fresh, with a faint fragrance of vegetation and soil. Wen Qingmo took a deep breath, and immediately felt a lot better. His stomach pain and nausea completely disappeared. He drove the car out of the garage and took the Lu Xi drove out of the villa area.

Lu Xi took out two pieces of chewing gum that he took away from home, ate one by himself, and peeled off the wrapping paper on the other, and handed it to Wen Qingmo's lips.

Wen Qingmo opened her mouth and bit it, swallowing it bit by bit.

"Ah!" Lu Xi withdrew his hand as if getting an electric shock, and looked at Wen Qingmo with a smile on his face, "Brother, lick my hand!"

Wen Qingmo's face was expressionless, but her ears were a little red: "I didn't mean to."

"You didn't do it on purpose." Lu Xi retorted.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Wen Qingmo asked back, and actually stretched out his right hand directly in front of Lu Xi, "Lick it back."

Lu Xi looked at the hand in front of him in shock, then at Wen Qingmo's side face as if nothing had happened, and had no choice but to kiss the back of his hand: "Brother, drive hard, don't lick it, I'll play it when I get home at night." .”

Soon, Wen Qingmo sent Lu Xi downstairs to the company where she worked.

Lu Xi didn't leave immediately after getting out of the car, but walked around to the driver's door. Wen Qingmo also lowered the window tacitly, raised his face, and exchanged a kiss with Lu Xi.

"Brother, if you have a stomachache again, remember to tell me, don't take it seriously." Lu Xi instructed again, before turning and leaving.

Wen Qingmo nodded with a smile, and kept looking at Lu Xi's back walking away, until the moment he couldn't see him at all, a sense of loneliness suddenly surged in his heart, Wen Qingmo's eyes were sour, and there was a feeling of wanting to Chasing after him, he hugged Lu Xi tightly to let her not go.

what happened to him…

In the conference room, an employee was making a report, and the ppt was constantly flipping along with the progress of his report.

Wen Qingmo sat in his seat as usual.

This is an early meeting. Someone may have just finished eating, or they may have brought them in directly. Wen Qingmo can always smell a vague smell of steamed stuffed buns, although the smell has gradually faded as time goes by. But it still made Wen Qingmo feel that his chest was stuffy and he couldn't breathe.

His neck was fair, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, causing the curve of the side of his neck to change. Wen Qingmo swallowed repeatedly, and his complexion became more and more ugly.

The churning sensation in the stomach hit again, and it was much worse than when he just woke up. Wen Qingmo thought it might be because he had eaten breakfast, and this time it seemed that he was really going to vomit something...

He couldn't help but pressed his stomach.

"The above is my plan, I'm done talking..."

The employee standing in front put down the ppt page presenter in his hand, and hesitantly looked at the boss with a frosty expression.

What is Mr. Wen's expression like?

The staff felt uneasy for a while.

Was the plan she spoke of... that bad?

Following the eyes of everyone looking at the past together, with a harsh creaking sound, the seat was pushed open, Wen Qingmo stood up abruptly with his hands on the desk, his head hung down, making it hard to see his expression, the next second , Wen Qingmo said something to end the meeting, and then walked out with big strides.

As soon as he got out of the conference room, Wen Qingmo couldn't control himself anymore. He quickened his pace, grabbed the lapel of his stomach tightly, covered his mouth at the same time, and ran to the office.

Pushing open the door, Wen Qingmo stumbled into the separate bathroom in the office, threw herself in front of the sink, and began to vomit.

Chen Zhao hurriedly followed out from the conference room, knocked on the door cautiously a few times, saw that Wen Qingmo hadn't responded for a long time, pushed the door open and entered.

Intermittent and suppressed vomiting sounds came from the bathroom, Chen Zhao turned pale with shock, and walked over quickly: "Mr. Wen, you..."

Wen Qingmo's expression was painful, his knuckles were turning white while holding the sink, and he was almost out of breath when he vomited. Hearing the voice behind him, he realized that Chen Zhao had come in. He raised his hand and gestured for Chen Zhao to go out.

Knowing that Boss Wen didn't want others to see him in a mess, Chen Zhao also felt that he couldn't help much, so he backed out, and closed the door very intimately, then walked to the desk and took Wen Qingmo's cup, and gave it to Wen Qingmo Received a cup of hot water.

It didn't take long for Wen Qingmo to feel better after vomiting. He turned on the tap, took off his glasses, and washed his face indiscriminately. Regardless of his image, he staggered out of the bathroom and threw himself on the sofa.

"Mr. Wen," Chen Zhao immediately walked over with a water glass, "You should drink some water first."

"...on the table."

Wen Qingmo spoke weakly, his voice was hoarse, he cleared his throat, panting heavily.

Chen Zhao put the water cup on the coffee table, and observed Wen Qingmo's expression: "Mr. Wen, what's wrong with you? Did you eat it?"

Wen Qingmo was weak, his lips were pale, he blinked, and the water droplets on his thick eyelashes dripped and hung on his cheeks: "I don't know."

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital? Or let me buy you some medicine, antiemetic medicine." Chen Zhao suggested.

"No need," Wen Qingmo refused aloud. After vomiting, the pain in the stomach disappeared, and the whole person became more awake, but the body was still unable to exert strength, so it should be fine, "I'm fine, you can go to work first."

Now that Wen Qingmo has said so, Chen Zhao can't insist on anything, just said: "Okay, then you can rest for a while, and call me if you need anything."

Wen Qingmo nodded, and Chen Zhao straightened up, left the office, and gently closed the door for him.

"call…"

Wen Qingmo let out a sigh of relief, he simply took off his shoes, frowned and slowly curled up on the sofa.

Thinking of what Lu Xi said in the morning, Wen Qingmo picked up the phone and found the chat box with Lu Xi.

But after hesitating for a while, Wen Qingmo finally put down his phone and didn't send a message to Lu Xi.

Lu Xi is at work now, and she feels much more comfortable, so it's better not to bother her.

Go home at night and talk to Xiaoxi again...

The sky is getting dark little by little.

Wen Qingmo has never worked so carelessly.

He was sluggish, he had been staring at the computer screen for almost an hour, and all he could think about was Lu Xi.

He and Lu Xi have been together for almost three years. Although the relationship has not diminished, the period of passionate love has long since passed. When working, Wen Qingmo has always been engrossed.

This has not been the case for a long time today.

He longed for the fragrance of Lu Xi, longed for her smile and her voice, longed for Lu Xi's hug and passionate kiss...

Estrus?

No...not a rut at all. He can feel it.

But the desire for his exclusive Alpha goes far beyond the heat period.

Unable to analyze why he was in such a state, and even unable to think deeply, Wen Qingmo was dizzy, closed his eyes irritably, frowned, and inserted his fingers into his hair.

It's only five o'clock, so it's not time to get off work.

The chest was empty, and after a few minutes, Wen Qingmo couldn't take it anymore, picked up the phone, and called Lu Xi.

Soon, the connection was made over there, and Lu Xi seemed a little surprised: "Brother? Why are you calling me at this time?"

"Xiaoxi..." Wen Qingmo said, her voice was low and soft, "Can you leave work early today, I miss you."

Once an opening is opened, all emotions will pour out from it. As soon as Wen Qingmo finished speaking, his eyes turned red instantly, and the hand holding the mobile phone trembled a little. Before Lu Xi could answer, he repeated it again : "Xiaoxi, I really want to see you, can I pick you up now?"

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Estrus?" Hearing Wen Qingmo's abnormal appearance, Lu Xi was very anxious.

"I'm not feeling sick, and I'm not in heat...I just miss you...Xiaoxi, I want you to hug me..."

Wen Qing murmured.

Lu Xi paused for a second, then replied seriously: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

With Lu Xi's promise, Wen Qingmo felt a little better. He didn't stay in the office too much, just grabbed his coat and stood up, about to go outside.

…

Wen Qingmo soon arrived at Lu Xi's company. He took out his mobile phone and was about to make another call when he saw Lu Xi's figure appearing in front of the company not far away.

It's not time to get off work, and there are not many people around, Wen Qingmo can't wait to open the car door and go out.

"Xiaoxi!"

Wen Qingmo yelled, ran up to her in a few steps, and immediately hugged Lu Xi: "Xiaoxi..."

It wasn't until the moment when Lu Xi was hugged tightly that Wen Qingmo felt that the vacancy in his heart was filled, and he felt a sense of solidity that finally landed.

But still not enough...

He wants more.

Lu Xi also hugged Wen Qingmo with his backhand, and patted him on the back lightly. At the same time, he reluctantly turned his face to the side, wanting to see Wen Qingmo's expression: "Baby, what's wrong with you today?"

Wen Qingmo is usually very clingy, but Lu Xi has never seen him like this before, and he would ask her to leave early, which is not something Wen Qingmo would do.

Wen Qingmo rubbed her shoulders, looking like a good dog lying on Lu Xi's body, and his voice was muffled: "I don't know..." He couldn't help complaining to Lu Xi: "Xiao Xi, I vomited in the company this morning, and it was so uncomfortable that I didn't have the energy to work..."

"-Vomited?"

In the middle of speaking, Lu Xi stopped abruptly, and she suddenly trembled, thinking of a possibility.

Wen Qingmo doesn't have a stomach problem, he's only thirty-two this year, and he's in good health, but this morning he said he had a stomachache, and just now he said he vomited at work, plus this extremely abnormal clinginess...

Lu Xi's fingers on his back began to tremble slightly.

"Brother."

Lu Xi supported Wen Qingmo's shoulders, and temporarily ended the hug. She stared at Wen Qingmo in front of her closely, her eyes were mixed with tension and seriousness, and even Wen Qingmo's heart was suspended. Lu Xi gulped down his saliva After that, he organized his language and spoke cautiously.

"Are you pregnant?"

The author has something to say:

Pregnancy-related knowledge is not very carefully checked, there may be a lot of private things, mainly to write about Wen Zong, who is sensitive, loves and acts like a baby after pregnancy, and spoils his deer