After becoming an Omega, he was targeted by the boss

On a peaceful night, the breeze was blowing, and there was a small cedar tree behind. The wind brought the fragrance of cedar into the nostrils, and slowly fermented it into Tang Yuan's good mood.

Losing all glory and brilliance at this moment, as if returning to the most authentic form of life, really...not bad.

"Thank you~" Wen Mo's voice was like a mosquito humming, but it still reached Tang Yuan's ears verbatim.

"Ok?"

"I'm not that ignorant." Wen Mo was a little awkward, but still whispered what he wanted to say: "I know I should thank you today, thank you for coming to comfort me, but I don't have anything good to thank you for, I also know that you don't need anything, so I treat you to a super delicious bowl of noodles..."

Tang Yuan laughed: "Where is the face?"

"You ride along this road until you reach the T-junction, where there is an aunt who sells noodles." Along with the voice, Wen Mo's stomach growled, which was clearly audible.

Tang Yuan teased: "Do I want to thank your stomach? It's hungry, and even brought me some noodles to eat."

"Don't talk, concentrate on riding."

Tang Yuan came to a conclusion for Wen Mo in his mind: he was vicious and angry from embarrassment.

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Sure enough, there was a small stall at the T-junction, which was not very big. There were only five or six small tables on the small stall, and all the young people who looked like students were sitting here and there.

Tang Yuan parked the car under the pagoda tree next to the stall. As soon as Wen Mo got out of the car, the grandmother in front of the stall greeted him warmly: "Momo, did you bring friends?"

"Aunt Zhang, you're not a friend, this is our boss." Wen Mo went to the refrigerator next to him to get a bottle of Coke and a bottle of mineral water, and then took Tang Yuan to find an empty table and sat down. It's like going back to your own home.

Aunt Zhang gave Wen Mo a reproachful look: "You child, how could you come to a roadside stall like Aunt Zhang to treat the boss to dinner?" Then she turned around and took a clean rag, and wiped the already clean table again Take a moment: "Boss, don't mind. Momo, this child has no brains since he was a child, but he is still a good boy."

Tang Yuan restrained his usual sharpness, and looked a little more approachable: "Aunt Zhang, you work hard in silence." Tang Yuan deliberately called out the word Mo Mo in a soft and long way, giving rise to a sense of ridicule and ambiguity for no reason .

Perhaps because Tang Yuan called her nickname, Wen Mo felt a little uncomfortable, as if Wen Mo had caught something, fearing that Tang Yuan would hold on to his nickname, Wen Mo hurriedly said to Aunt Zhang: "Aunt Zhang, the two Bowls of simmered noodles, one bowl with spicy food, one bowl with no spicy food."

"Both bowls must be spicy."

Wen Mo was a little shocked: "I thought people like you eat lightly."

"Doesn't eating noodles in this atmosphere pay attention to heavy taste?" Tang Yuan handed the mineral water he just got to Wen Mo: "This is also replaced with beer."

Wen Mo: "..." He really underestimated his boss. He couldn't afford to lose his own territory, so Wen Mo decided to replace his coke with beer.

But just as he opened the refrigerator door and was about to reach for the beer, Aunt Zhang stopped him: "Momo, your boss can drink beer, but you can't. Your dad tricked you into drinking with me the year before last. Just fell down, your father is not here, if you fall here today, I will not be able to lift you up."

Aunt Zhang chattered about shaking off Wen Mohei's history, and at the end she did not forget to care about Old Wen: "Mo Mo, I haven't seen you and your dad coming together for a long time."

Wen Mo: "Old Wen got himself into the hospital, but the problem is not serious, he won't die."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Tang Yuan remembered that Wen Mo had a father who was seriously ill, but it seemed that the illness was not as serious as the rumors. Looking at Wen Mo who came back from the wine exchange, Tang Yuan asked, "Do you often talk to your father?" Is dad coming here for noodles?"

"My dad and I came to Aunt Zhang's place to eat noodles when I was 5 years old. It has been more than ten years since I was a snack." Wen Mo was a little proud when he said this: "Mr. stall, but Auntie Zhang’s noodles are very authentic, and the taste is much better than those big restaurants in Excelle.”

Tang Yuan found it interesting: "You are being very polite now."

Wen Mo scratched his head like a little stupefied: "Don't you think you're not bad?"

Tang Yuan raised his head to look at Wen Mo, his eyes were so deep that he couldn't see the bottom: "I'm not bad?" These words were said lightly, which made people feel dangerous.

But Wen Mo didn't realize it: "Yes!" Seeing Aunt Zhang approaching, he cheerfully greeted him again. Although his leg was injured, Wen Mo's mental health was not affected at all, as if all bad emotions could not be tolerated. troubled him for a long time.

Two bowls of hot noodles are served. The noodles are thick, the red oil is fragrant, and the noodles are firm. Although simple and cheap, it really makes people's index fingers move.

Tang Yuan and Wen Mo faced each other, eating their own noodles, under the street lamps, beside the road, occasionally people passed by, noisy, it was the smell of smoke and fire in the world.

Wen Mo went to visit Tang Yuan occasionally, only to see Tang Yuan sip noodles and drink, and didn't speak much in between, his movements were elegant and gentle. At the same time, in such an open-air mat, Tang Yuan exuded a masculine air and freedom.

Wen Mo complained in his heart, when can he be so masculine, raised his hand and looked at his thin arm, which was white and thin, Wen Mo felt that his future was bleak.

Wen Mo, with a hopeless future, turned his grief and indignation into appetite, and decided to work hard to eat noodles, maybe he could grow stronger?After eating a bowl of red oil saozi noodles, Wen Mo's lips were bright red, even the tip of his nose was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the smell of cedar around him suddenly became much clearer.

Tang Yuan's particularly sensitive nose caught the familiar scent at once. He glanced at Wen Mo and smiled viciously: "If you become an omega, will you cry?"

Wen Mo was stunned, even his chopsticks froze in mid-air, as if he felt that Tang Yuan's question was nonsensical, he said blankly, "Huh?"

"I said..." Tang Yuan repeated slowly, "If one day you become an Omega, will you cry?"

Wen Mo didn't feel Tang Yuan's harshness, so he took it for granted, "Why are you crying? It's just becoming an Omega, not a caterpillar, and Mr. Tang, you have a really big brain, look at me." Wen Mo raised his arm I did a bodybuilder's movement, "Omega is very delicate, and my beta is very rough, not a species at all."

Wen Mo tried his best to make a concave shape, but the muscles did not dent a few pieces, but the clavicle looked slender and fragile, as if it would break if it was folded.

Wen Mo was alive and kicking in front of him, and Tang Yuan also sighed in his heart:

Tsk, it seems a bit silly, and it will blow your hair~ It really doesn't look like an Omega, but it's not destined to be a beta.