hug my omega

The first time he failed to get through, An Mu's courage had run out, and he was unwilling to touch the communicator again, but Han Zhanchuan half coaxed him to try again.

Although he doesn't like Patriarch Neil, he is An Mu's uncle, and he can be regarded as one of the few relatives. If An Mu is not forced to take a step forward, Omega will probably spend it with guilt.

"An Mu?" Neil's slightly surprised voice came from the communicator. After realizing that he had lost his composure, he immediately returned to his usual calm.

"Uncle." An Mu looked at Han Zhanchuan anxiously, grabbed his hand, and then fell silent.

It was Patriarch Neil who spoke first, "Are you safe in the empire?"

These words instantly reminded An Mu of the time when he was married to the empire alone, and Uncle Neil had said the same to him at that time.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have quarreled with you." Once the words were spoken, the tears couldn't hold back, and they fell down.

Han Zhanchuan held An Mu in his arms with some distress, and let him lie on his shoulders. In the final analysis, if it wasn't for him, An Mu would never have quarreled with his uncle who has been with him for many years.

Han Zhanchuan was as quiet as Patriarch Neil, and could only hear the sobbing of An Mu alone. After Omega calmed down, Patriarch Neil opened his mouth.

"I'm not angry with you. Uncle's biggest worry is that you will wrong yourself."

The two were close, so Han Zhanchuan could hear the voice on the communicator. He thought it was best to give An Mu a private space for the next words. He hugged Omega to the bed, patted his head, and signaled that he would go After being in the living room, he went out.

The apartment, which he hadn't been back for a long time, felt a little strange. Han Zhanchuan paid attention to the movement in the bedroom, but suddenly felt sleepy, and leaned on the sofa to take a nap for a while.

Opening his eyes again, An Mu, whose nose was red from crying, lay on his lap, curled up on the sofa and fell asleep, opened his mouth to breathe, and could still see the looming little tongue.

Han Zhanchuan silently looked away, realizing that it was getting late, so he pinched An Mu's nose, trying to wake him up.

An Mu was in a deep sleep, and Han Zhanchuan pinched his nose and couldn't breathe. He just waved his soft fists indiscriminately, trying to drive away the guy who disturbed his sleep.

Seeing that he still didn't wake up, Han Zhanchuan smiled lightly. He had no choice but to carry An Mu back to the bed. It was only afternoon, and Omega was sleeping so soundly. He might just stare at him at night.

Just admiring the sleeping face of his own omega, the annoying communicator sounded, and Han Zhanchuan had to take a look. It was indeed a message from the military department. After a closer look, it was not a notice of punishment or interrogation, but a notice from Louisville. His Majesty's call.

Han Zhanchuan frowned. If he had to choose to have dinner with Lieutenant General Isaiah or meet His Majesty, Han Zhanchuan would choose the former without hesitation. He hated the emperor who played with him in his previous life .

Looking at An Mu who was still sleeping, Han Zhanchuan decided not to wake him up for the time being, but in order to avoid An Mu's fear when he woke up and found that he was gone, he left a note on the bedside, telling him about his whereabouts. Let An Mu not have to wait for him.

After freshening up and putting on the neat military uniform, Han Zhanchuan drove to the building in the city center.

The empire has abandoned the prosperous palaces, and instead built high-rise buildings for officials to work and live in, and the interior is equipped with the most advanced security equipment. If you want to go in without anyone knowing, or bring something out, it is more difficult than going to the sky.

Han Zhanchuan was released after undergoing a careful search, and everything that could be used as a weapon was detained on his body. He frowned displeasedly, but these are all things that must be experienced to enter this building.

A special person will lead Han Zhanchuan through one corridor after another, to the biggest door, where His Majesty Louis Wei is already waiting for him.

Pushing open the door, what Han Zhanchuan saw was a garden glass room, in which there were all kinds of flowers and plants, all of which were collected from various planets.

There is a small pavilion in the middle, with vines wrapped around the Roman columns, and bright red flowers blooming on it, and His Majesty Louis Wei is sitting in the small pavilion, drinking afternoon tea leisurely.

"I have admired your name for a long time, Senior Colonel Han." His Majesty raised his eyes, smiled at him, and motioned him to come and sit down.

After Han Zhanchuan saluted, he naturally sat down in front of His Majesty, picked up the tea that His Majesty pushed him, and drank it in one gulp, which made His Majesty laugh out loud, "It's a pity that this tea is for you."

Han Zhanchuan also smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Why did His Majesty summon his subordinates? It's not just to buy me a cup of tea."

"You are really right." His Majesty Louis Wei refilled the empty teacup, "I called you here today to drink tea."

Hearing the chirping of birds in the glass room, Han Zhanchuan looked up and saw a brightly colored parrot landed on the pillar, with a thin chain tied to its feet, and one end of the chain was a wooden post not far away .

"This is my parrot, sent by Kesheng's patriarch." His Majesty Louis Wei touched the parrot's head with his fingers, and the little guy rubbed his fingers obediently, "I thought it was fun, so I kept it by my side."

"The fur color is very beautiful." Han Zhanchuan said.

"No matter how beautiful the fur color is, it's useless if you don't obey me. You'll still be abandoned by me." His Majesty Louis Wei's subordinates suddenly became ruthless and grabbed a parrot's wings. The pain caused the little guy to flap his wings immediately and bite him back.

The blood immediately overflowed, and Han Zhanchuan pinched the parrot's neck quickly with his eyes and hands. With his hands, the parrot fell limply, and then asked worriedly, "Your Majesty, your hand..."

"No problem." His Majesty Louis Wei looked at the parrot and wiped his hands with a handkerchief, "It's a pity, I quite like this little guy."

"Forget it, you go back, I'm not in the mood to drink tea because of this." His Majesty Louis Wei waved his hand, got up and walked out of the glass room, followed by a large wave of maids.

Han Zhanchuan lowered his eyes to look at the parrot in his hand, put it in his pocket silently, and left after him.

After leaving the building, I bumped into Lieutenant General Isaiah head-on, his bright blond hair was shining in the sun, "Colonel Han, return my spaceship to me."

"It stopped at the flight department." Han Zhanchuan subconsciously protected the pocket where the parrot was hidden, "You need to rectify the interior of the spaceship, otherwise if the military department launches anti-corruption and anti-extravagance, you will be the first to be recruited .”

"Tsk, there is a mine at home, how can you still find me." Lieutenant Isaiah shifted his attention, "Let's go, His Majesty summoned me."

Looking at the back of Lieutenant General Isaiah leaving, Han Zhanchuan suddenly felt a little lonely. Lieutenant General Isaiah should also be an upright officer, but under the intertwined interests of the military department, he had to abandon his belief and become This is what it looks like now.

Driving away from the monitoring range of the building, Han Zhanchuan lightly stroked the parrot's head with his fingers, and followed his hands to exert force, only to hear the bone click, because the parrot miraculously opened its eyes, shook its neck and stood up, tilting its head Crooked Nao looked at Han Zhanchuan curiously.

An Mu, who was supposed to be sound asleep, woke up not long after Han Zhanchuan left. The smell of alpha pheromone in the air faded, and An Mu got up in a daze. After scanning the room and finding that Han Zhanchuan was not there, Suddenly a little flustered.

Fortunately, I saw the note on the bedside in time, and I was relieved.

An Mu rummaged through boxes and cabinets at home, and followed his memory to find the books on mechs that Professor Cumberland had given him.

Sitting on the sofa with a book in his arms, he read it while waiting for Alpha to come home.

The door opened, and it was not Han Zhanchuan who came in first, but a parrot with bright fur, flapped its wings, flew down, landed on the dining table, and stared curiously at the strange environment.

"Parrot!" An Mu stared wide-eyed, observing curiously from a distance, "Where did this come from?"

"I picked it up randomly on the road." Han Zhanchuan didn't tell the truth, firstly because he thought it was unnecessary, and secondly because it was too troublesome to explain, "It looks like your Kesheng breed."

"Yes." An Mu nodded excitedly. As soon as he whistled, the parrot flew towards An Mu and hid obediently on his shoulder. "It's so obedient."

An Mu, who was fine at first, suddenly had red eyes. He groped the hair on the parrot's neck, stared at Han Zhanchuan aggrievedly and said, "His vocal cords have been poisoned, and he can't speak."

"It's so pitiful." An Mu scratched the hair on the parrot's head, and it was so comfortable that it leaned against An Mu, "Can we raise it?"

"Yes." Han Zhanchuan nodded. He didn't know what he thought at the beginning. After knowing that the parrot was sent by Kesheng, he couldn't bear it and wanted to protect it. Could it be that this is Aiwujiwu.

Seeing the scene of An Mu playing with the parrot, Han Zhanchuan suddenly felt that it was worth the risk of being discovered.

Han Zhanchuan, who came out after washing up and changing into pajamas, saw An Mu curled up in a corner of the sofa with a book in his arms. The parrot didn't seem to want him to read the book. It pecked at the tree with its beak, tore a corner of the good book here, and poked a hole there. .

An Mu angrily pushed the parrot away, and taught, "Xiao Chuan! How can you destroy books, and put you in a cage like this."

Ogawa?

Han Zhanchuan's forehead twitched slightly, the name sounded familiar.

Noticing the book on An Mu's lap, Han Zhanchuan asked, "What are you reading?"

"Review the parts of the mecha." The mention of this Anmu became interested, "Professor Cumberland told me that the first university will hold a mecha competition, and if you win the special prize, you can join the first university for teaching. I want to try."

Professor Cumberland is no longer in the university, and now he can only rely on An Mu's own ability to get in. Omega did not complain about the difficulties in the process, but was full of enthusiasm.

"Go to the study." Han Zhanchuan said, "I'll read it with you, and ask me if you don't understand."

An Mu rarely came to Han Zhanchuan's study, firstly because he didn't dare, and secondly because Han Zhanchuan had explicitly prohibited him from entering.

It's funny to say that after living in the apartment for five years, there is still a room that looks like a strange room.

An Mu moved a chair and sat down at the desk, spread out the heavy books, and wrote and drew on the book with a pen in one hand to help memorize the knowledge points.

Han Zhanchuan was by his side. He didn't do anything, just looked at An Mu quietly.

"You can do your own thing." An Mu found it difficult to accept Han Zhanchuan's gaze, which made him unable to concentrate, and would always look at Alpha unconsciously, "Don't worry about me, I..."

Lips stuck to each other, rubbing each other with indescribable ambiguity.

Han Zhanchuan slipped his hand under the omega's clothes and stroked his sensitive waist.

Omega was frightened at first, but obediently cooperated with Alpha's movements, panting slightly after leaving her lips, Han Zhanchuan's slightly hoarse voice came from beside her ear, "Do you like children?"

An Mu instantly understood the meaning, blushed and nodded slightly, and tightened his grip on Alpha's clothes.