I'm a mustard omega

God, who rewarded me with mustard-flavored pheromones, seems to have finally realized that he no longer has trouble with me. After locking and sealing the broken door leading to the road to marriage, he kindly opened it for me. A skylight smaller than a fingernail.

Mr. Beta Junqi, who is said to be 34 years old but looks more like 43 years old, stared critically at my face in the photo, no, maybe he stared at the 99 perfect freckles on my face , nodded in great agreement, and replied to me, "It's really crippled", and the fat belly squeezed in through the nail-covered skylight, ah no, it was squeezed into the chair opposite me. down.

I'm flattered, no, I can't be flattered, I have to be calm.

I calmly pulled the dining table fifty centimeters in my direction, and only then did the super-heavyweight stuff his big belly under the table top of the dining table with a heavy breath.

I watched him being sandwiched between the dining table and chairs like cream in a sandwich biscuit, and I admired calmly: "Mr. Qi, you have such a good figure and are very malleable!"

Mr. Qi, who crawled for nearly an hour before arriving for the appointment, was probably starving. After he sat down, he didn’t look at me for a second time, and ignored my words. He ordered a big bowl of beef noodles in a hoarse voice. He started to play with his mobile phone.

In order to perfectly fit Mr. Qi's living habits, I also ordered a bowl of beef pan noodles as the Romans did, and then imitated his appearance and started playing with my phone with my head down.

No, I can't bow my head!

God knows when that thick layer of yellow powder on my face will fall from my face like a peeling wall and sprinkle the whole table.

I can't keep pace with Mr. Qi and play with my mobile phone with my head down. I feel like I'm sitting on pins and needles.

No, I can't sit on pins and needles, I have to be calm.

I straightened my neck like a still water, and quietly watched him across the dining table with his index finger pointing and drawing on his oversized mobile phone screen, frowning, laughing, and slapping the table with his broad and thick palm excitedly. I was very pleased that the vinegar bottle, chili jar and napkin box on the table were trembling like him.

No, I can't be relieved, I can only feel calm.

I admired calmly, this is such a straightforward Beta, who dares to love, hate, think, and act, and doesn't care at all that he is eating, and the customers who are about to eat are looking at him like an idiot.

It seems that Mr. Qi is even better in the aspect of mind like still water.

It's a match made in heaven with me.

Just when I was satisfied and calmly described our future happy life out of thin air, Mr. Qi's plan came.

He seemed to be really hungry, and anyone who crawled on the road for an hour would be dizzy and hungry.

He slapped the super-large-screen mobile phone on the table, picked up the big sea bowl and started to eat bitterly.

On the one hand, I was worried that his oversized mobile phone screen would be smashed by him, which would cause his straightforward temperament to be shattered into dregs, and on the other hand, I was worried that he would choke himself to death, so that I had to continue the endless Blind dates and the constant shadow of being nailed to the family tree pillar of shame.

Fortunately, although Mr. Qi's eyes are small, his throat seems to be quite large, because I watched him put a whole marinated egg into his mouth, and I didn't know whether he chewed it or swallowed it without chewing it.

He wasn't choking, but he seemed to be.

I hurriedly asked the waiter in the store who was busy like a puppy chasing his tail to get a bottle of water, and very considerately unscrewed the bottle cap with my waxy yellow paw and handed it to him.

Mr. Qi choked so hard that he almost convulsed.

He grabbed the bottle, which looked extremely small and thin against his huge body, and drank a whole bottle of mineral water to get the marinated egg down the esophagus.

After the stewed egg was passed down, he seemed to be finally moved by my thoughtfulness, and the gaze that hadn't glanced at me since sitting down gave me a shocked look.

I followed his gaze and looked down, surprised, ah no, I was astonished to find that the yellow powder I applied on my fingertips fell off because of the action of twisting the bottle cap just now, revealing my fair and smooth skin.

I can now finally assert that the yellow powder that my stinky Omega nephew got from nowhere is a real fake, because not only did the two patches on my fingertips fall off, but I also started to feel the smudges on my face. The skin under the yellow powder was itchy, like chickenpox.

I calmly endured the itching of ants crawling on my face, hands and waist, and decided to go back and report to my Alpha brother, who is six years older than me but already has a 15-year-old son, and ask him to discipline him. Discipline his stinky little Omega son, don't casually use some fake and shoddy products to harm his acne-prone face.

But right now I don't have time to worry about that because my board is here.

I picked up a pair of disposable chopsticks and broke them into two pieces with stillness. With stillness, I saw the yellow powder on my fingertips sticking to the chopsticks, and the yellow powder on my hands floated like a poisonous mist. In the bowl of Mr.

Mr. Qi finally couldn't sit still.

He stared at those cloudy eyes in shock, and asked me hoarsely: "Do you have albinism?"

I……

I didn't know how to explain this matter, so I could only spread the yellow powder on my fingertips to cover my fair skin calmly, and corrected it calmly: "It's vitiligo."

After all, compared with albinism, vitiligo seems to be more worthy of Mr. Qi, who is not very rich but very strong.

Mr. Qi frowned with a brow that could kill two flies, looked at me with disgust, and then cast his gaze into my bowl that hadn't moved a chopstick.

I looked at the soy-sauce-colored noodle soup in his big sea bowl, and immediately understood. I tenderly pushed my small bowl of ban mian to his big sea bowl, and asked, "Well, I can't finish it. If you don't dislike……"

Before I finished my words, my small bowl of Pan Mee has been thrown into Mr. Qi's big sea bowl like a fish in water, with noodles and soup, and I can't wait to stir up two small soy sauce Color waves, recognized Mr. Qi as their ancestor, ah no, the master.

Mr. Qi pushed the empty bowl in front of me, and said to me in a loud voice: "You have been here for an hour, you must have eaten, I did a good deed, and you can eat for you, you don't need to thank me."

I was shocked, no, I admired Mr. Qi as a heartwarming man who is so considerate and considerate, he is willing to let go of his dignity and eat other people's leftovers!

In my opinion, only my Alpha brother-in-law, who always smiles wickedly when he sees everyone, can do this kind of warm-hearted behavior in the whole world.

I really didn't expect that Mr. Beta Junqi in front of me would do such a heart-warming thing.

I think I found a treasure.

However, there is one point where he might be mistaken.

In order to make a good impression for him, I have been tirelessly repairing my makeup since morning until now. Since I entered this small restaurant, I haven’t had any water, and now I’m dizzy, dizzy and dull-eyed. back.

Now I can sit in front of him with peace of mind and watch him gobble it up, all because of me as an Omega, ah no, all because of my dignity as a Beta and the yellow powder on my face that may fall to the ground at any time to support me not to fall down.

I watched my small bowl of ban mian being swallowed by him three times, five times and two times, so I had to ask the busy waiter for another bowl.

As a result, as soon as my small bowl of Pan Mee came up, I jumped into his bowl as if I recognized my ancestors.

"Don't order any more if you can't eat it, it's a waste of food." He complained and swallowed my small bowl of pan mee into his stomach.

After repeating this, I ordered a total of five small bowls of Pan Mee, and I didn't even touch a single piece of dough residue.

I was so hungry that I was about to collapse, and I raised my hand to call the waiter who was finally idle to order another bowl, but Mr. Qi slapped the waxy yellow paw I just raised, and supported the table top for five The centimeter stomach stopped me with a mouth full of oil: "Don't order it, don't order it, I'm almost exhausted, and I don't know why you order so much when you can't eat it."

I silently withdrew my claws, thinking whether to explain this beautiful misunderstanding, Mr. Qi suddenly wrinkled his huge wine-grooved nose, and leaned in front of me to smell it.

I was so scared, no, I held my breath calmly, touched my neck quickly, and sucked my nose calmly.

Although I took inhibitors before I came here, the ghost knows whether the advanced inhibitors that my unreliable Omega mother bought me this time are said to be imported. After all, the inhibitors she bought for me before None that didn't make me leak pheromones like counterfeit products.

So just to be on the safe side, for the past 29 years, I have been carefully controlling my emotions and trying to keep myself calm, because inhibitors are just a comfort to me, no, sometimes this is worse than fake and shoddy products The inhibitors I use can't even give me comfort.

After I smelled a pungent stench in the air, I realized calmly that it wasn't me who leaked the pheromone, put down my waxy yellow claws, and looked calmly at Qi who was frowning so hard that he was about to kill four flies. gentlemen.

Mr. Qi stared at those small cloudy eyes and lifted his round belly from under the table to the table, raised his rough dark hand and pointed at my nose and asked me harshly: "Do you have body odor?"

I was ignorant, no, I looked around calmly, trying to find the source of the smell, but there was almost no one in the small restaurant except the two of us.

Just as I was about to defend myself, Mr. Qi had already slapped the table with his palm, shattering the six empty bowls on the table:

"You have body odor and dare to go on a blind date with me? Do you know that I have a cleanliness freak, and I can't stand this unpleasant smell?!"

After Mr. Qi finished speaking, without giving me any chance to defend himself, he aggressively squeezed out from the gap between the dining table and chairs, and rushed out of the small restaurant with shaky steps.

I just felt that when my eyes went dark, a gust of pungent and foul-smelling wind blew by, and the world returned to calm.

My heart is as still as water, no, my mother can no longer be as calm as water!

I realized with fury that this bastard Beta, who had made me suffer for two and a half hours, cheated me with a big bowl of five small bowls of pan noodles, and then blamed his body odor on my head. Run away!