I'm a mustard omega

I, Lin Jinghe, a talented, fair-skinned and beautiful Omega young man, the youngest son of Lin Yiming, the chairman of the Lin Group, the largest financial giant in Cangmin, is sitting on a stool by the window of a small restaurant along the street in the downtown area. Holding the exquisite makeup box I found from my sister Omega who is married to a businessman, I carefully and rigorously put freckles on my face like repairing rare treasures.

The only waiter in the small restaurant has been slashing me for half an hour, the guy who uses their restaurant as a dressing room. The behavior of not ordering food at the table is disgusting, but I still sit on my uneven stool, staring at me in the mirror, who has a sallow complexion and freckles on my face, and carefully studies the arrangement and combination of these small spots. Considering whether they can express my mediocrity to the greatest extent, in order to be worthy of the Beta gentleman who is half an hour late.

Mr. Beta Junqi, who has been floating on the road for 10 minutes ago and is not coming to create a sense of mystery, is the brother of my neighbor's aunt's sister's daughter's daughter's husband's mistress who recently introduced me to a blind date object.

According to the third brother, ah, according to the elder brother of the third, this mysterious Mr. Qi is a 34-year-old bicycle repairman, and his family lives in an alley 10 minutes walk from the small restaurant.

I guess this Beta gentleman failed to get from his house to the small restaurant in 10 minutes, either crawling or using a wheelchair.

But I didn't feel a bit impatient because of this, after all, my four-wheeler has two more wheels than his two-wheeler, and whether I can successfully get out of the order before my 30th birthday and avoid being caught by my unreliable Omega My mother nailed my name to the family tree of shame, and now it's all up to this Beta on the road.

I glanced at the time calmly, turned on the phone and dug out the photo album and tried to remember the appearance of this uncharacteristic Beta gentleman again, so as not to cause heinous embarrassment because of admitting mistakes when people came.

Judging from the photo that little three brother gave me, ahhhh, this mysterious Mr. Qi looks quite mediocre, a grade even more mediocre than the average Beta, not to mention the same as those who are born with Compared with Alpha with its own noble aura.

But this does not affect my determination to come to the appointment. After all, I am not a person who judges people by their appearance, and I will not discriminate against a naturally ordinary Beta just because I am a naturally noble Omega like those ignorant idiots.

In order to prevent my beauty from causing any psychological harm to this Mr. Qi, I thoughtfully made myself up to match his appearance, and in order to make the effect more realistic, I spent my young age to start smearing Omega's nephew's makeup box, very carefully put a thick layer of sallow powder on his neck, hands, waist and other skin that may be exposed.

Like drawing a posthumous photo, ah, like drawing an illustration, I silently portrayed Mr. Qi's appearance in my mind for a quarter of an hour, and then carefully counted the freckles on his face in the duck-egg-sized makeup mirror.

98?It seems to be a fly in the ointment.

I picked up the half of a light brown pen I didn't know what to use for from my Omega sister, stared at my pockmarked face for a moment, and put the 99th perfect freckle on the tip of my nose.

The 99th freckle is not only a symbol of perfection, it also seems to bring me good luck.

Because Mr. Qi, who had been climbing for about five or ten minutes, ah no, Mr. Qi's call finally came.

I'm full of enthusiasm, no, I can't be full of enthusiasm, I can only feel calm, God knows what the hell I did in my previous life, this life has violated the laws of evolution, and I was rewarded with mustard-flavored pheromones by God, and as long as Any kind of fluctuation in my emotions, it will be released on its own.

I can't let it go, after all, I'm an Omega with a Beta face to face right now.

And Beta has no pheromones.

I answered the phone calmly, and then heard the hoarse and loud baritone voice on the phone and at the door of the small restaurant at the same time: "I'm here, where are you? Why can't I see you?"

I silently watched the Mediterranean middle-aged man with oily face, fat head, big ears, big ears, big ears, big belly, and mischievous eyes. He was talking on the phone loudly, shaking his head and looking for people in the room, and silently took the photo of Mr. Qi from his mind, ah bah , Mr. Qi’s photo was dragged out and scanned 180 times, pore by pore, at a speed of [-] miles, and he came to a conclusion that surprised no one—this Mr. Qi is not without characteristics, he It's just that his characteristics are lost to P.

But it doesn't matter if he has special features or not, and it doesn't matter if he looks mediocre. With my talent and wealth, as long as he wants, I can dress him up like a dog at any time, and shape him into a Beta who is even more Alpha than Alpha. god.

Of course, if he only wants to be a mediocre Beta than the average Beta, I am willing to wear this sallow powder and freckles all over my face to be mediocre with him.

—as long as he proposes to me before my 30th birthday, and spares me the humiliation of being nailed to the pillar of shame in my family tree.

The potbellied Mr. Qi stared at his small eyes while talking on the phone and passed his cloudy eyes over my head. Through the crowd, I saw a large black patch of discoloration on his big belly. Knowing whether it was gasoline engine oil or gutter oil stains, I quickly dug out a black pen I didn't know what it was used for from my sister's delicate makeup box, and painted a big mole above the corner of my mouth with heavy ink.

Mr. Qi is so informal, so naturally I can't fall into the cliché.

Everything is for a perfect match with Mr. Qi!

It took me less than a minute to get my makeup done after I received Mr. Qi's call. I put the makeup box on the ground and kicked it against the wall. Mr. Qi waved Erkang's hand.

"Mr. Qi, I'm right by the window, did you see me waving?"

Mr. Qi's muddy eyes glanced over my waving paws and the three empty seats next to me over and over again, and after turning around seven or eight times in the small restaurant that was boiling against the sky, he finally locked on to my waving hand as if it was in the sky. Wax-yellow claws that spread poisonous gas.

I saw him hang up the phone with a constipated face, lowered his big shiny bald head, stretched out his rough and dark fingers to swipe the phone twice, then squeezed all the way across the dining table to me, and put the phone screen upright. One centimeter away from the freckles on the tip of my nose, I asked in a hoarse voice, "Is this you?"

My eyesight is excellent, but this close distance is far beyond the focal length my eyes can adjust.

In order to prevent the yellow powder on my face from falling off like an avalanche, I carefully tilted my head back and looked at his oversized mobile phone screen covered with scratches and dust, ah no, yes The fair-skinned, well-behaved and cute 14-year-old Omega boy in his mobile phone.

I was depressed, ah no, I can't be depressed, I can only feel calm.

I realized with a calm heart that my unreliable Omega mother must have done this.

Because this photo is only stored in the encrypted album of her mobile phone, even I, the owner, have no backup.

I don't understand whether she wants to make me better or ruin me by sending this photo to this naughty Mr. Qi.

I only know that thanks to this photo, I carefully prepared to attend the blind date after waiting patiently for nearly an hour.

However, as a 29-year-old leftover Omega who has not yet married, I still want to save it without hitting the south wall and looking back.

I nodded slowly, opened my mouth as little as possible, and replied calmly: "Ah, it's me. I'm sorry, I'm disabled."