hug my omega

Thinking that no one at home was waiting for him to go home, Han Zhanchuan lost even the desire to go back, so he simply spent the night in the small lounge separated from the office.

There is no moon tonight, and dark clouds are oppressing the earth. Lying on the bed, Han Zhanchuan kept flashing the things before his rebirth, trying hard to find the few memories about An Mu.

The communicator rang again, it was from An Mu, a photo of Kesheng sky, where there are thousands of dark clouds, and a bright moon hangs in the dark sky.

The trees under the moonlight are quiet, and the gurgling sound of the winding stream seems to be heard, and the cicada clinging to the trunk is flapping its wings, as if ready to take off at any time.

Click on the attached voice, and An Mu's voice sounded, "I heard the maid said that the night is beautiful tonight, so I asked her to take a photo and send it to you. Please help me see if it is beautiful."

Han Zhanchuan didn't reply to the message. He was afraid that chatting at night would make him more emotional and lose his mind, so he ran directly to Kesheng to pick him up, or left the mess here in the empire and flew away with An Muyuan.

But the remaining reason told him that as a soldier, the responsibilities on his shoulders could not be ignored. No matter what, when the people of the empire needed him, he would appear in front of them and protect them from the wind and rain.

Han Zhanchuan didn't sleep well that night. In his dream, the infected were tearing at his companion's body like demons. A large number of infected appeared and swept across the entire empire in an instant.

In the end, the situation developed to the point that the military had to shoot the infected people and destroy them on the spot. In an instant, the streets were covered with blood, and the ground was left with stumps and potholes after the bombardment.

Han Zhanchuan woke up suddenly from his dream. This was the scene brought by the virus before rebirth. The psychological shock to people was too strong at that time, which caused the psychological trauma left by many soldiers after the virus passed.

Han Zhanchuan remembers that he stayed in the military headquarters for a month with his head covered. He used his busy work to prevent himself from recalling the scene at that time.

In this way, Han Zhanchuan walked out of the psychological shadow brought by the virus in his own simple and rude way.

After waking up, Han Zhanchuan didn't fall asleep again, put on his coat, got up, and continued to look through documents and books, looking for the best solution to the virus.

I don't know how long it took, and the piles gradually became smaller like hills, replaced by design drawings one after another in his hand, and he heard the sound of knocking on the door in a trance.

"Come in." Han Zhanchuan said without raising his head.

"You really stayed here all night." Colonel Marcus opened the door and entered, and he saw a small desk lamp and the documents in Han Zhanchuan's hand. He walked over to pick them up and looked at them for a while, "What is this?" ?”

Han Zhanchuan reached out and took the blueprint in the hands of Colonel Marcus, "The design blueprint of the quarantine area."

"Quarantine area, what quarantine area?" Colonel Marcus pulled a stool and sat down at his desk, looking as if he wanted to ask clearly.

"You don't know?" Han Zhanchuan frowned. Could it be that the matter that Dr. Pu Jia reported to the military department has not been approved, or is it that the military department deliberately concealed this matter.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Colonel Marcus was obviously full of curiosity about what the military department was hiding from him.

Han Zhanchuan rubbed the center of his brows to relieve his sleepless fatigue, "Go and pour me a cup of herbal tea, and I'll tell you."

"Stinky boy, you are so right..." Colonel Marcus stopped talking halfway through the sentence, and then realized that Han Zhanchuan was already on the same level as himself. Seeing the smile on his face, he couldn't help but get angry , "You brat."

He was cursing, but his actions were very honest. He made him a cup of herbal tea, put it in his hand and said, "Now you can tell me."

Han Zhanchuan gave an overview of the matter, and all the conclusions were based on what Dr. Pujia told him, and he told Colonel Marcus.

After listening to it, Colonel Marcus did not express his opinion for a long time. It happened that Han Zhanchuan's communicator rang. Colonel Marcus slammed the table and cursed, "What do these people in the military department mean? Human lives are at stake. Go!"

"It is always at the cost of life that those whose interests are paramount will bow their heads and see the sufferings of the world."

Before Han Zhanchuan had time to look at the communicator, Colonel Marcus asked him to take him to see the infected people, and then the two tried to find a way to proceed to the next step.

The number of infected people increases every day. People have moved in to the vacant ward yesterday, and the infected people will also die. During the frantic stage, it is the fastest stage of their physical exhaustion, which almost only takes two days.

Dr. Pujia was not here, and Nurse Elsa was with them. After seeing the infected person, Colonel Marcus realized that what Han Zhanchuan and him said was true, and it was even more terrifying than what he described.

"Recently let Professor Cumberland stay at home. The infected person will bite people randomly during the frenzy period. If they are bitten, they will be infected." Han Zhanchuan flipped through the record sheet of the infected person and warned Colonel Marcus.

Although Professor Cumberland was not affected too much in his previous life, there is no guarantee that it will be the same in this life.

"Understood, I'll call him later." Colonel Marcus nodded, he would never be careless about his omega, "Where's An Mu?"

"I sent Kesheng back to him." As soon as An Mu was mentioned, Han Zhanchuan remembered that the communicator had rang, and took it out to see that An Mu had indeed sent it to him.

It was a picture of him squatting on the lawn in the early morning, holding a lamb that was just full moon in his arms. Kesheng's clothes were made of white silk, showing the boy's slender arms, and the edge of the neckline was dotted with golden rice ear ornaments.

Colonel Marcus accidentally glanced at the photo on the communicator, "Think about it?"

"Yeah." Han Zhanchuan put away the communicator and pulled himself together, "As long as An Mu is still safe, I don't have any worries."

The two walked around the No.1 building of the Department of Infectious Diseases of the People's General Hospital and took note of the general location.

"What are you going to do in the afternoon? Then go back and draw the blueprints? I'll be with you, you can refer to my opinion." Colonel Marcus shook the car key in his hand, looked at the time on the communicator, "By the way, let's go together Dinner, my treat."

"No." Han Zhanchuan refused him without hesitation, "I'm going to see the army under me, and hope they can be useful during this period."

According to the document, Han Zhanchuan came to the army station, which was next to a lake.

When Han Zhanchuan walked in, he wondered for a moment whether he had come to the wrong place. People in training clothes gathered together in twos and threes, with cigarettes in their mouths, squatting on the ground and throwing their cards on the ground.

Shouting, noise, laughter and cursing were mixed together, as if this was not a training base, but an activity center for the elderly.

Han Zhanchuan, who was wearing a neat military uniform, was out of place here. Everyone was entertaining themselves, and there was no time to notice when there was an extra person.

Han Zhanchuan didn't urge him, just stood there and waited, wanting to see when someone would notice him.

A man in a training suit ran back from a distance. The army green training suit was stuck to his back with sweat. The man came back panting and was wiping his sweat with a towel around his neck. He saw Ann Empress Mu was taken aback, and seeing the military rank on her shoulders, she immediately stood still and saluted, "Hello Colonel!"

The full-bodied voice attracted the people in the entertainment. They followed the man's movements, stood up and saluted Han Zhanchuan, and at the same time, they did not forget to cover up the 'criminal evidence'.

"Who is in charge?" Han Zhanchuan glanced across the crowd one by one, and finally settled on an older officer.

"Reporting, sir, it's me!" It really was the older officer. The officer's face was flushed from the suffocation, and he knew that he had stumbled this time.

"This is your responsibility to this army?" Han Zhanchuan's face was tense, and the strong aura of alpha made the people around him afraid to speak, "I think you are tired of work!"

"You, instead of him, become the leader of this army." Han Zhanchuan pointed at the soldier who just ran back and said.

"Yes!" The soldier agreed without the slightest hesitation, "Report sir, my name is Dewen."

"Dewen, take everyone for a ten-kilometer training." Han Zhanchuan's tone was undeniable. At present, it seems that this army still has a long time to work hard if it wants to become a qualified army.

At the very least, Han Zhanchuan had to devote a lot of energy to them.

When they went to practice, Han Zhanchuan drove behind, not letting anyone have a chance to be lazy.

The soldier named Dewen was the most active. During the training, Han Zhanchuan noticed him. Looking at all aspects of his physical fitness, he knew that he had never slacked off on weekdays.

In contrast to other people, alcohol and meat entertainment made their physical fitness not what it used to be, at least not up to the level of a qualified soldier.

The military vehicle drove slowly at the end of the line. Han Zhanchuan asked Dewen to get in the car and helped him drive the car. Han Zhanchuan opened the sunroof and watched every soldier, not letting them fall behind.

The training, which was supposed to end in one and a half hours, was abruptly dragged on for three hours. When they returned to the station, the soldiers lay motionless on the ground, only the violent ups and downs of their chests showed that they were still alive.

"Everyone get up!" Han Zhanchuan had already changed his method, holding a horn in his hand, and yelled at the soldiers in the open space, "Take each other's relaxation training, don't let me collapse on the ground!"

The soldiers didn't expect to meet an officer in charge this time, and they dared not speak out, so they could only obey and get up.

Facing this lazy army, Han Zhanchuan took out the detailed schedule set by the homework, which clearly stated what kind of tasks to complete every day.

He gave the things to Devin, and said that he would come to check irregularly, hoping that he could use his position to bring the physical fitness of this army back to normal levels.

The day passed quickly, Han Zhanchuan decided to sleep in the office tonight, but when he happened to pass by the door of his house, he went in by mistake, and when he came back to his senses, he had already carried some An Mu's clothes got in the car.

The smell of omega pheromones still remained on the clothes, although it was extremely faint, it was still possible for a keen alpha to smell it.

Han Zhanchuan came to the rest room of the office with his clothes in his arms, and spread the clothes on the bed expressionlessly, making it look like a nest, lying in it, surrounded by the smell of omega pheromones. Zhan Chuan was very relaxed.

"The little lamb is very cute." After nearly ten hours, Han Zhanchuan finally replied.

An Mu's reply was quick, and the boy's melodious voice sounded, "The lamb licked my palm today. It's fluffy, and I also think it's cute."

Han Zhanchuan unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, fiddled with the clothes around him, put the communicator by his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "I miss you, so I borrow your clothes."

On the distant Kesheng planet, the little prince was about to go to bed, but after hearing Han Zhanchuan's words, his whole body shrank into the quilt in shame like a well-cooked hairy crab.

Uncontrollably thinking about Han Zhanchuan holding his clothes in his mind.

After a long while, I poked my head out and said to the communicator, "I miss you too, but it's a pity you didn't leave me any clothes."