Quick Travel: He is obviously cannon fodder but becomes a heartthrob

The Imperial Military Academy implemented a semi-closed management system, and He Jia would only take a day off to go home and rest for a while on weekends.

In the early morning, when the sleeping alpha was awakened by the faint sound of voices downstairs, it was inevitable that he would feel a little restless.

He Jia stood up, looking unhappy.

He seemed to smell that sweet and sticky smell in the air again, vaguely present.

He couldn't help but think of the omega with her head hanging down in the cafe that day, and her white and tender neck under her black hair.

He Jia closed her eyes, feeling a little moved, her Adam's apple rolling up and down.

The next second, he sat up from the bed suddenly. After realizing what he was doing, he grabbed a handful of hair irritably.

"That's crazy." He Jia cursed secretly, rushed into the bathroom and took a cold shower to calm down his anger.

After waking up, He Jia's hair was still wet with moisture. She put on some clothes casually and left the room.

He saw two figures on the sofa from a distance upstairs, and suddenly curled his lips and sneered.

He said why he had a dream today. It turned out that the real master was rushing over.

He Jia went downstairs with a stinky face.

Mother He could see his expression from a distance and couldn't help scolding him in her heart. He was as smelly and hard as the stones in the pit.

"He Jia." The woman glanced at him and then at the girl next to her, her eyes very suggestive.

He Jia pursed her lips and looked at the girl.

She wore a light green skirt today, and the shoulder straps were replaced with straps, which made her lips red and teeth white, with crescent eyebrows and starry eyes.

Song Song stood up and smiled at He Jia, her cheeks filled with joy, so beautiful: "Good morning, He Jia."

He Jia's eyes rolled unconsciously, and finally moved to the back of her neck that was covered by her long hair, and then she let out a cool "hmm".

The next second, the young man immediately glanced away, his face was so cold that he seemed to have never seen her from the beginning to the end.

The girl was a little discouraged. She sat down slowly under Mother He's gentle pats and comforted her and regained her smile.

Little did he know that the cold young man was regretting in his heart why he was always so out of control.

Even just now, he had an inexplicable urge to step forward and lift her long hair, and take a good sniff of the fragrance in the air to see if it came from that small place.

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"He Jia, Song Song came specially from Rockville Manor to see you today. It's her first time here. You are the host. You have to treat guests well. You can take her to your home later."

Mother He took a sip of scented tea and finished her words casually but without argument.

The boy seems to still be in the rebellious stage, and he doesn't like others giving orders the most, but this person is still his mother.

He frowned and stood up reluctantly: "I know, mother."

"Please, Miss Elisa."

Song Song glanced at He Jia's mother and saw the latter smiling at her and giving her a comforting look. She nodded and followed He Jia.

Mother He was very satisfied with the choice of Song Song as her future daughter-in-law. Although her parents died young, both of them were once senior researchers and even directors of the Imperial Research Institute. Under the secret promotion of the new emperor, they experienced a lot. A struggle overt and covert.

With such open and covert fighting, who can guarantee that the accidental death of the Song couple has nothing to do with those forces in the past?The two of them could be considered to have been forced to take sides and sacrifice in this struggle.

The He family, as an upstart in the empire, faces almost the same mission as the Song family.

He's mother sympathized with Song Song and the Song family, but she wanted to save the lives of her family.

Song Song is now raised in Arthur's name and protected by Duke Lanlost. If He Jia can marry her, it can be regarded as establishing a line with the old nobles of the empire.

I believe that even if it gets to the point where the situation becomes tense, both parties will not show any mercy to the He family.

There is a large garden outside the He family's villa. Although it is not as good as Rockville Manor, it still made Song Song look at it many times.

The girl leaned down slightly and sniffed the roses.

The beautiful face seems to be placed among the flowers, delicate and eye-catching, and the person is more delicate than the flowers.

He Jia looked at her involuntarily and quickly looked away.

The young man said in a worried tone: "Have you seen enough?"

Song Song thought for a moment, nodded, and then looked at him cautiously.

He Jia frowned for a moment, but actually he was distressed inside.He didn't understand why he always showed his emotions to this weak omega. She seemed to be pulling his eyes and attention with every move she made.

He was controlled by this omega.He Jia gritted his teeth and thought.

But he felt a little regretful and thought about whether his attitude towards her was too cold.

She is just an omega, maybe she doesn't want to be like this...

"He Jia, can I pick a flower here?" The girl raised her head and looked at him.

Her eyes always seemed to be wet, like a deer's, and it seemed that no one could refuse her.

He Jia tilted her head unnaturally: "It's up to you."

The garden outside the villa is in a greenhouse, where many flowers blooming in different seasons can be seen.

Song Song picked a white gladiolus and looked at it carefully. She gently folded the petals and suddenly stood up to face the boy.

She arched her eyebrows and revealed a few white teeth: "He Jia, this is for you."

The young man paused for a moment, as if he didn't expect that she would give him flowers from his own house. Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha was not the same thing.

Someone with an upright mouth coughed twice, his eyes fell on the gladioli flowers, and his eyes suddenly became dark.

He Jia's voice was somewhere between a boy's and a man's, a little less deep and steady, and a little more cold and clear.

He asked: "Glade. Do you know the flower language of gladiolus?"

The girl unconsciously tugged on her skirt as if she had done something wrong.

She mustered up the courage, looked directly at He Jia's sharp eyes, nodded and said, "I know. Gladiolus means steadfastness."

The girl's voice was very soft, but it seemed to be filled with all the power.

He Jia lost consciousness for a moment.

He knew what she meant. She was expressing her determination to him. If she was a lover, she would be willing to spend her life with him and be loyal to him.

pity.

A truly mature alpha does not need a weak omega wife who can only control him at any time and can only stay at home and cry.

What he needs is a partner who can stay with him and fight cooperatively.

He Jia suppressed the discomfort in his heart and returned to the inhumane indifference he had when they first met, with a bit of youthful arrogance.

He let go of his hand and dropped the gladioli flower to the ground.

"I don't like Gladiolus, and I don't like you even more."

The young man put down his words and turned around to leave without looking back.

Song Song was left there, looking at his back helplessly, and afraid that rashly stepping forward would cause further dissatisfaction.

After thinking for a moment, the little girl knelt down and picked up the discarded white gladiolus.

Tears slipped down like beads and fell on the petals, like morning dew.