Chapter 47： (1/2)

The screen flashed, and Zheng Feiyu's blood dropped to freezing point.

He remembers this clip.

More than a year ago, when he woke up in a shabby rental house for the first time, He An sat by the bed in the same posture, wrapped in a dirty thin blanket, and looked at him in panic.

But the face in the memory ... why became a nightingale?

Zheng Feiyu tried hard to recall the appearance of He An, but found that he couldn't remember anything. When he was awake, he only saw He An's side, and vaguely remembered that it should be a face with mediocrity and solitude, which could not be compared with Little Nightingale. With four postures, he could never do anything.

There must be confusion between memories and dreams.

No, he immediately denied this conjecture: how could the last night's fish-water Huanming muscle piercing bones be just a spring dream?

Little nightingales are real.

He asked the "birdcage" for photos of each little bird, rummaging one by one, but found nothing. He refused to give up and called all the little chicks who had been out of the cage to the reception room last night. The sweet Omega pheromone was mixed together and thicker than the thick syrup.

He had seen each face in person, and had examined each person's back neck in person—the skin was smooth and undamaged, and none had been marked.

"He was ... the one in the middle of the night yesterday, which closed the plenary hall ..."

"Yes, it's him, it tastes exactly the same!"

The little chicks whispered. Many people are agitated, showing a look of love-after all, which Omega does not want to be bathed by the powerful Alpha pheromone?

One of them apparently got out of bed without getting enough sleep, his body up and down.

He raised his hand and said lazily, "Sir, you don't have to find them one by one. It's your pheromone last night, who really did it with you, not to mention this club, you are separated by ten streets. Can catch him. "

The other little chicks nodded in agreement.

There were a few bold steps forward, and Mao Sui recommended himself and said with a smile, "Sir, don't you look for him. He looks good, don't we look good? You pick a pleasing eye to take back to raise a cricket, maybe for a long time ... just like it. "

Zheng Feiyu was unmoved: "Sorry to disturb you."

His attitude was cold and clear. The little **** looked at each other, disappointed, and turned away one by one.