【Tea cloth ABO】feeding bottle, report and rose

The banquet hall was crowded with people, and almost all the employees of the company were present. Everyone was dressed in formal attire, which was enough for the boss who was giving a passionate speech on the stage at the moment.

"... Passione has been established, and it is the joint efforts of everyone present that can achieve today's glory! I, Diablo..."

Who wants to hear such nonsense.

Bugarati hid at the dessert table in the corner and secretly stuffed into his mouth the unknown number of small cakes tonight.He lowered his head and quickly bounced his fingertips on the touch screen of the mobile phone, complaining in real time to his lover who was far away at home what happened in the venue.

"If he doesn't finish talking, I'm going to starve to death here."

"Haven't you been eating cake?"

"Then I'll be bored here"

"Ah... is it very affectionate?"

The sudden voice in his ear startled Bugarati, he quickly put away the phone and pressed it to his chest, and when he turned around, he saw Proxiet standing behind him looking at him with a teasing expression on his face.

"What are you doing? Peeping other people's chat records, shameless." Bugarati put his mobile phone in his pocket, pretended to look up at the impassioned company boss on the stage, and followed the crowd to applaud against his will.

Proxieter glanced at him, sighed and clapped his hands together: "Oh, you know? Diablo is now in a divorce lawsuit with his wife."

Bugarati turned his head and was a little shocked when he heard the words: "Really?!"

The blond beauty rolled her eyes: "Why am I lying to you? Dobio came to me last week to ask for an account. It must be a problem with the distribution of the company's property, but I don't know how they plan to divide it. Dobio said it was about The shares are allocated, but according to Diablo's virtue, he will definitely not allocate too much of the company to his wife, I guess it is still real estate..."

Bugarati didn't listen to Proxiet's words, and he hadn't had time to think about this matter related to his future career, but another question immediately popped into his mind.

"What about Trish?"

"What?" Proxiet was taken aback, as if he hadn't responded to Bugarati's question.

"Trixiu, doesn't Diablo have a daughter?" Bugarati reminded, "I remember that his daughter was only about the same age as Naranga."

"Oh, yes! Trish... It seems that the custody rights have not been decided yet, and they are temporarily planning to let the daughter decide by herself." Proxiet recalled for a while, "Dobio seems to have mentioned before that Diablo is now and His wife takes care of the daughters separately, one, three, five belong to Diablo, and two, four, six belong to his wife. Let the children choose themselves on Sunday, anyway, the little girl seems to have never chosen her father."

Bugarati couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that, what should I say?He just doesn't think Diablo is suitable for raising children.

"It's better to follow her mother." The black-haired Omega shook her head, "I can't imagine Diablo educating children."

Probably because Bugarati didn't reply to the message for too long, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated several times. Only then did Omega remember that he was still hanging out with someone earlier, and hurriedly opened the dialog box.

"What are you doing?"

"Has the dinner started yet?"

"If you have something delicious, don't want me :("

"Hey," Proxiet, who was on the side, peeked at Bugarati's phone and sighed again, "It reminds me of when I was young, so good."

Bugarati stopped his hand to reply, no matter how he heard it, he felt that the other party's words had a strange taste.

"You run on me?" The black-haired Omega squinted at the guy beside him and raised his eyebrows.

Proxiet shrugged: "You are too sensitive, Bugarati. Although you are already the father of two children, you are still young."

"Ha, you're running on me."

"To be honest." Proxiet ignored Buccarati's white eyes, and poked him in the side with his elbow, "What are you going to do with your little boyfriend?"

"What do you mean?" Omega folded his hands on his chest, his side face turned away so that the falling black hair blocked the other party's sight.

"Don't pretend to be stupid." Years of acquaintance and contact have made Proxiet know Buccarati too well. This guy's secret affair is not for excitement. By now, I'm afraid the whole company knows that he is in a relationship. Only Prosciutto.

"Believe it or not, I'll let the whole company know that you have the shamelessness to hook up with a live-in nanny who is more than ten years younger than yourself after drinking two more glasses of wine later."

Without even thinking about it, Bugarati stepped on Prosciut's new Gucci leather shoes, and threatened in a low voice before the latter was about to roar: "Then believe it or not, I'll tell Risu right now. Back then, he always thought that he had sex with you after drinking, but it was actually a conspiracy planned by you in advance!"

"You fart, you have no evidence!" The blond beauty's expression became distorted because of the pain in her feet, or perhaps because of the anger in her heart.

"Oh? You pretend I don't know?" Bugarati raised the corners of his mouth and twitched the corners of his eyes, "How many hours did you squat in the bathroom before going to the bar? Then I went into the bathtub and it was full of your golden hair, it's disgusting!"

"I just shaved my fucking legs, so don't say something that is misunderstood, okay? And I obviously cleaned it very well, so you pervert went to the trash can..."

"What are you talking about?"

The deep baritone sounded behind him, and Bugarati quickly retracted his foot on the Prosciutto shoe, and the blond beauty couldn't help but stood up straight with a shudder.The two Omega stared straight ahead and applauded the amiable and respectable leader Diablo.

"It's nothing, we're scolding Diablo for endless nonsense." Buccarati nodded and answered Risut who walked beside them.

Risut said nothing but nodded silently in agreement.

"Really, this bastard doesn't usually come to the company, and he saved his words for a year until tonight." Proxiet looked up at his Alpha with a smile on his face.

"I just came from Solbey, and their personnel department said that after Christmas, our company will recruit a new batch of interns." Risut seemed completely unaware of the turmoil between the two of them. , calmly opened his mouth to chat about the information he just learned, "Pu Luo, it seems that your finance department will be assigned one."

"That's great." The blond beauty whistled softly, "I'm worried that no one will take over, and if Diablo doesn't recruit new ones, how will I take my maternity leave?"

Bugarati replied casually: "You'd better get pregnant first."

"...I'm already pregnant."

"Ugh?!"

"Ugh!!"

The black-haired Omega stared at the blushing Proxiet who was rarely seen next to him. After being shocked, he raised his head to look at the equally shocked Risut and asked in confusion, "What are you 'ah'?"

The tall Alpha turned his head mechanically, his crimson eyes were full of disbelief, and he shook his head at Bugarati with an almost dull expression: "I really don't know." Then Risut immediately approached Pro Xiu Te's side reached out and subconsciously took him into his arms: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just took a test this morning, I think we were so...uh..." Omega tilted his head, and he couldn't help but bleed when he was wrapped in his arms by the always dull Alpha in public. The flow speeded up, "I originally wanted to spare time to go to the hospital next week, and I'll tell you when I'm sure."

Diablo's long speech on stage finally came to an end, and the most enthusiastic applause erupted in the venue tonight.Risut's palm carefully covered Prosciut's lower abdomen, taking advantage of his height, it seemed that he was going to completely wrap him in his body.

"You should tell me, I'll go with you next week." He leaned close to his Omega's ear, and leaned close to Proxiet's face amidst overwhelming applause, "This is the child of the two of us."

The blond beauty's face was flushed instantly, and her mentality seemed to have returned to the night when she dragged the drunk Alpha from the bar into the other's house. He closed his lips tightly and couldn't speak for a long time.

Although it was interesting to see Prosciutte deflated, Bugarati decided to remind the two people beside him to pay attention to the situation.

"cough."

Risut came back to his senses and released the arms that imprisoned the other party. Diablo finally stepped down, and the employees began to move freely. Not far away, colleagues from the engineering department were waving to Risut.

"Then I'll... go over there first." Alpha also rarely felt sorry for his gaffe, before leaving, he thought about it and lowered his head to look at Proxiet, and told him, "Then don't drink tonight."

The latter replied with a smile on his face that finally returned to normal: "You too, drink less."

As soon as Risut walked away, the blond beauty immediately turned her eyes to the man beside her: "Buggarati, you are jealous."

"Crazy." The black-haired Omega took out his mobile phone and started chatting with the person at home again, "I was afraid that your blood pressure would rise and you would have a miscarriage on the spot."

"You are jealous, you are jealous that Risut and I can show our affection in public."

"It's none of my business for you to have sex in public." Bugarati sneered at this.

When Proxiet saw this, he reached out and tapped the top of the other party's chat box: "Look, the notes you gave to your poor family are so pitiful. Forget about Apache, and add a parenthesis after it-nanny. Bugara Mention, how afraid are you that others will find out that you are in a relationship?"

His typing fingers froze, and his eyes wandered away from the screen, aimlessly wandering away.Of course Buccarati knew what Proxiet meant, but he kept forcing himself not to think about it.

After all, the more you think about it, the more hopeless you will feel.

"Proxiet, I ask you a question, please answer me carefully."

"what?"

"If you were at your age and met Risut when he first joined the company, would you stay with him?"

"will not."

Buccarati raised his head and stared at the blond Omega beside him with wide eyes. The other person looked as usual. He didn't expect Proxiet to answer so simply.

"why?"

"You know, I don't like people younger than me." Proxiet shrugged indifferently.

The corner of Bugarati's mouth twitched: "Then you were so active in encouraging me to go... What are you doing?!"

"That's you, Bucciarati." The blond beauty replied with a serious face, "You have a special maternal love, so you are more suitable."

"Are you sick? Proxiet!" If it weren't for the fact that he was still at the venue, Bugarati would have been so angry that he would have cursed now.

The latter glanced at the man next to him who was on the verge of eruption, and patted him on the shoulder: "But what should I say? That's Risut." The blond Omega turned his head and looked at the man who could survive in the crowd. The man who let himself discover at a glance, "Who knows? Maybe I spent the first 30 years of my life preparing for his appearance."

Coming out of the brightly lit banquet hall, the night wind at the end of December made people shiver uncontrollably.Prosciutt followed into Risut's car, and everyone in fancy clothes had already arranged the show after tonight. Bugarati nodded and smiled to every colleague who greeted him and said goodbye, with a calm expression as always.He handed over the car keys to the driver in charge of the hotel, and the young man got into the car and rolled down the window and asked the man who was still standing in the cold wind suspiciously: "Sir, won't you come up?"

Bugarati shook his head, turned and walked into a dimly lit alley away from the crowd.The dark alley was the shortcut to a park behind the hotel, and someone was standing there waiting for him on the stone pavement under the night.

The black knee-length windbreaker perfectly highlighted Apaki's slender figure. Bugarati ran over and circled the man. He was very satisfied with the Christmas gift he gave him.

"What are you looking at?" He followed Apache's gaze, and there was a young couple sitting on the shore of the lake in the distance, leaning together to eat fried pizza sold at a roadside stall.

"I'm looking at the layout of this artificial lake, and they planted irises on the shore. It's a good wetland plant, and we can grow it too."

Bugarati curled his lips. He didn't open his mouth to break Apache's small thoughts, but put his arms around the opponent's waist, and buried his face in Alpha's broad and strong back.

"Mr. Bugarati is so active today, is it my birthday?" Apaki's voice pierced his chest and beat into Bugarati's ear, which was close to the other party.

They hid under the night, and the nearest street lamp was more than ten meters away from them.Apaki's silver hair scratched the tip of Bugarati's nose, and it smelled of the same shampoo as him.

"How do we go home?" Omega let go of the arms around the other party, raised his head and took a step back.

Apaki turned around and reached out to hold Bugarati's palm.

"I'll take you to the subway."

Since he bought the car, Bugarati seldom took public transportation. He stood aside and watched Apache skillfully buy tickets for himself.Today is the weekend, and the subway stations on weekend nights are always crowded with young couples whose dates are over.

"Let's go." Apaki turned around and naturally took Bugarati's hand and walked towards the entrance.

"Apaki," Bugarati followed behind the man, unable to bear looking around.The lights here are brightly lit, and Apache holds his hand in such a majestic way, "What do you think we look like in their eyes?"

"Like a couple."

The person in front of him quickly gave a reply, and Bugarati's cheeks couldn't help but turn red.

"They look like a good match."

"We are also a good match." Apache stopped and turned to look at Buccarati behind him, "I don't think there will be anyone who knows you here."

Omega was dumb for a moment, then he bit his lip and denied: "I didn't mean that."

Apache didn't answer, but just stood there and looked at him.

Bugarati sighed, and looked around for a while with erratic eyes: "I always feel that others are watching us."

"No one is watching us."

"Maybe so, but in my heart..."

Before he finished speaking, Alpha's lips pressed against his cheek.Apaki's body temperature always seems to be low, and so does his lips. It may also be because of the night wind, it feels like a piece of ice on his cheeks.But the temperature of this piece of ice is extremely high, and the hot Bugarati is about to melt into a puddle of water here.

The little Alpha raised his head again in the Omega's shocked blue eyes and stood back on the spot.Bugarati looked at Apaki, watching his slowly blinking white eyelashes caressing his chest like feathers, itching and tender.

"Look, no one's looking at us."

The people walking around in a hurry did not stop, and everyone had their own important things to do.This is Italy, and it's just a kiss.

Apaki took Bugarati's hand again, and this time the little Alpha slowed down, deliberately sticking to Bugarati's side.His heart was beating so fast, and the hands of the two were so close together that they seemed to turn their pulses into the same frequency.Bugarati has never talked about love in the traditional sense, and the first half of his life should be attributed more to the category of "friends with benefits".But he didn't want to tell Apache this secret, perhaps Apache was his predecessor in terms of love.

"Have you tidied up your things?"

The train started to run, and they sat side by side on one-piece seats, listening to the howling wind that slipped into the compartment through the cracks in the iron sheet.

"It's finished. In the afternoon, Mista and Nalanja helped me tidy it up together." Apaki recalled that after the two little guys were busy at home in the afternoon, Nalanga secretly stuffed his own photo into it. He wanted Apache to take it away with him in the suitcase, but Mista found it and threw it out, and was reprimanded by his brother, "Apaki is not coming back".

Alpha looked back at the real father beside him with some complacency, and said, "Nalanga wants to come with me."

Bugarati couldn't help laughing: "Yeah, he kisses you very much now."

"We also put together a 'Preseppe', which you'll see when you get home."

"I saw the Christmas wreaths you made, hanging in the hallway upstairs."

"Hmph." The big boy in front of him laughed, "The one with the best look is mine."

Looking at Apache's expression, I have to say that it is very similar to Gedo and Nalanja who want to praise themselves after helping with housework.Bugarati suddenly remembered the words that Proxieter made fun of himself tonight, saying that his maternal love was overflowing.

"What's the matter?" Apaki put away his smile and asked in Bugarati's ear, probably sensing the strange expression on the person beside him.

Omega coughed dryly and changed the subject, he didn't want to think about it any more tonight.

"Nothing, it just occurred to me that there was no snow in Naples this Christmas."

"Ah—" little Alpha dragged out the ending, "Does Mr. Bucciarati like snow?"

"Just... you always want to see some snow at Christmas, don't you?"

"Then you can come to my house next time." Apache said with a smile, "It's best to come every year."

Realizing the meaning in Little Alpha's words, Bugarati didn't bother to talk to him, and said perfunctorily, "It depends on the mood."

"Then when will you be in a good mood, can you make me a regular?"

"Didn't you already become a full-time member... ah..." Halfway through the sentence, Buccarati realized what Apache's "regularization" implied. Omega opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer it for a while. .

Alpha let out a long sigh, and said slowly: "Skiaro and Ticano are together. He sent me a message in the middle of the night that day, very happy."

"Really? That's good." Buccarati replied softly, he didn't want to talk about it anymore, so the older adult spoke bluntly tonight, "I'll take you to the train station tomorrow. "

"No, don't you still have to go to work?"

"It's okay, there's nothing to do at the end of the year, I'll slip out as soon as I punch my card." Omega raised his head and looked at the man beside him, "Remember to post a video when you get home."

"Why," Apache laughed, "do you want to see snow?"

"Yeah." Buccarati smiled and turned his gaze back to the dark world in the subway tunnel outside the car window.

"I want to see snow."

-TBC-

Preseppe is a model that reproduces the scene of the birth of Jesus Christ, similar to arranging a Christmas tree, which is a major feature of Italian Christmas.