end of marriage

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When Omeag went home through the pines and forests, the first snow of mid-winter fell.

The snowflakes hit under the street lamp, sparkling crystal broken light, and Omeag's face was illuminated with a brilliance like a bright moon.

Alpha called at this time, there was a lot of noise on the phone, and someone yelled "Brother Yan" into his ear lingeringly.

That was the Omega that Alpha had just found recently, obedient and pleasant, just like him, with a pair of beautiful almond eyes.

"An Mo, where are you?" The man frowned when he heard a howling wind.

"Outside." The Omega named An Mo replied.

"It's so late, why don't you go home?"

An Mo smiled lightly, thinking that he was really interesting, and now that he was able to go home a few times, he blamed him for being disobedient.

But he still said: "I have something to do, let's go back now."

Someone from Alpha was urging, and a sweet voice came through the cold microphone: "Brother Yan, come here quickly, I seem to be a little drunk~"

An Mo paused, and Alpha said to him impatiently, "Since you're out, come and find me."

An Mo immediately refused: "No need."

He suddenly remembered that one day not long ago, Alpha was drunk, and he called him to go over in the same way.

An Mo was worried after all, and rushed away from the school in a hurry. When he opened the door, Alpha was sitting in a dark corner of the sofa smoking a cigarette, and a soft Omega was hanging on him.

An Mo forgot how he was feeling at that moment, or, he didn't want to remember.

Alpha was indeed drunk, he raised his eyes, and the long and narrow eyes were full of confusion.

An Mo found desperately that he was still throbbing because of the young man's eyes.

But he didn't show any emotion, sat beside Alpha calmly, and asked him: "Are you going back or staying here?"

His tone was very light, so light that even his soul became transparent.

The man was a little furious. He hated An Mo looking at him like this and talking to him like this.

For some reason, after staring at An Mo for a while, he pushed away the delicate Omeag wrapped around him, kicked over the red wine on the coffee table, and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck!"

The fragments of the wine bottle splashed on An Mo's wrist, drawing a long bloodstain, and he secretly turned his hand behind his back.

Then, Alpha drove everyone out of the private room, turned around and smiled gently at An Mo: "Brother."

"Teacher An."

"I'm drunk, come and help me."

In fact, An Mo didn't pay attention to him, Alpha's face turned dark, and he walked to him by himself, holding his wrist that was scratched by the debris, rudely.

An Mo played wild games with him, Omega's physique was already limited, he was soon imprisoned by Alpah, his wrist was tied with a belt, and more blood flowed from the grinding wound.

Alpha likes to bleed on him, or leave him with some marks.

He was tortured by Alpah for most of the night, and when he returned, he had a high fever and slept for a long time.

Alpha didn't go home for several days again.

In the end, when Alpha's assistant came back to pick up the documents, he saw that he was suffering and bought him antipyretics.

So, this time, he definitely won't bring himself to be humiliated again.

Seeing his refusal, Alpha dropped his tone indifferently: "Then you go back early, I'll see you later."

Now Alpha always talks about looking for him and looking at him when he goes home, as if the place where they used to live was just a rough hotel.

An Mo acted kindly: "I know."

The man immediately cut off the phone, and the lonely busy voice whistled in the cold, chilling An Mo's heart.

Today is the third wedding anniversary of him and Alpha.

He thought that Alpha would hold the newly found Omega to open a room, but he still has a bit of conscience, and he didn't forget to coax him perfunctorily.

But An Mo is old, no longer a candy, a bouquet of flowers can be coaxed well.

It didn't take long before he returned to the apartment.

The moment he pushed the door open, the cold air remaining on his body collided with the temperature inside the room to create a swirling warm current, which made An Mo feel that he was not so cold to the bone.

He didn't go back to the bedroom, but sat quietly on the sofa, pulled a blanket casually, and curled himself up into a small ball.

It was pitch black all around, he turned on the TV, and the distant fluorescent light flickered on and off, his breathing was clearly audible in the darkness.

A Compas wall clock is placed on the left wall of the living room. The position is neither high nor low. He can see it at the same level when he raises his head slightly. This is a hanging method that pays attention to Feng Shui.

He couldn't reach it when he hung up, Alpha said it was troublesome, but forced him up.

The hour hand was "tick-tock-tick", An Mo was a little tired listening to it, and covered his face with his hands, feeling drowsy.

As expected, his Alpha arrived home before midnight this morning.

But he still didn't wait to open the door for Alpha, and when the doorbell rang, he was already asleep.

After pressing the key for a while, Alpha finally took out the key and opened the door himself.

When he walked to the entrance, he saw An Mo nestled on the sofa, curled his mouth, did not turn on the light, but walked quietly to his side, and put his hands on his soft hair.

An Mo woke up immediately, grasped his fingers, and yelled, "Zhou Luoyan..."

Zhou Luoyan, a top alpha who was three years younger than him, was also his legal husband.

"What are you calling me?" Zhou Luoyan pressed his thumb against his cold lips.

"Ayan..."

"Well, I'm here."

"You're back..." An Mo stretched out his arm and touched his neck, his tone was too lazy, almost coquettish.

Zhou Luoyan picked him up, hung him on his body, lowered his head to smell the fragrance in his neck, and suddenly felt that Omega seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and it no longer weighed much in his arms.

A pungent smell of alcohol mixed with a strong smell of O pheromone rushed over the tip of An Mo's nose, and his brain suddenly woke up at this moment. He opened his eyes suddenly, pushed Alpha away coldly, and almost fell from his arms .

"elder brother--"

"Go and rest when you get back." An Mo interrupted him before he could say the next sentence.

Zhou Luoyan was exchanged for some tenderness by his intimacy of touching his neck: "Okay, I'll carry you back to the bedroom."

"No need." An Mo refused, put on his slippers silently, and prepared to leave.

Zhou Luoyan suddenly hugged him from behind, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Brother, today is our wedding anniversary."

"Ah."

"Don't go, just stay with me, okay?"

An Mo knew that he was disgusting himself on purpose, that he smelled of other Omeag's pheromones, and wanted to keep him.

"I am tired."

Zhou Luoyan smiled slightly: "Brother, you are really indifferent."

An Bo was too lazy to quarrel with him, so he opened his fingers, but was pressed even harder by Alpha, he held his hand in front of him, and kissed his fingertips: "You really can't let me treat you better."

An Mo only felt that his fingertips were burned by the poisonous snake's tongue.

"Mr. An, you must pay off your debts."

"Or, you can say something soft to me." Zhou Luoyan smiled viciously, and touched the fragile glands on An Bo's neck with his hand, "Don't always be so stubborn."

An Mo said: "I am not as obedient as your Omega lover outside."

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Luoyan still grinned, "Brother doesn't care."

Naturally, it was useless for An Mo to care. On the contrary, the more he cared, the worse Zhou Luoyan would be.

Zhou Luoyan was too lazy to say any more, grabbed An Mo's arm, and dragged him into the bedroom impatiently. An Mo punched hard, trying to push him away, but he locked him with his hands: "Brother, don't let me abuse you."

An Mo's eyes turned cold, and he stopped talking. Zhou Luoyan let go of his hand in satisfaction, hugged him from behind, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Brother Mo, your pheromones are overflowing."

"Brother's pheromone smells so good, what is it?" He asked with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"Jacaranda."

"Oh, yes, Jacaranda, I like it very much."

An Mo doesn't like jacarandas, they like warmth, they are not resistant to frost and snow, flower language, waiting for love in despair.

This is an extremely inauspicious and mournful flower.

After Zhou Luoyan finished asking, he suddenly pinched An Mo's neck and kissed him with an unprecedented tenderness.

At this time, An Mo will feel that the two of them have returned to many years ago, back to——

When An Mo met him for the first time.

At that time, the boy leaned against the wall to smoke, his forehead hair was cut a little messy under the midsummer sun, and the smoke rings he spit out just gathered and dissipated in the breeze, he found himself looking at him, turning his head, his narrow eyes reflected With a fiery look, a flamboyant and flamboyant smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.

Only then did An Mo know that there really is such a romantic and opportunity-filled thing as love at first sight in this world.

Later, in the same midsummer, he blocked himself outside the classroom, took away his book, used it to cover the faces of the two of them, bound his hands in midsummer's cicadas, and kissed him, he said, Teacher An , Brother Mo, marry me.

An Mo finally understood that "marry me" is different from "I like you" and "marry me".

In fact, he was already exhausted, but he was still waiting to save up all the disappointments.

Once liking becomes a habit, it will become poison seared into the bones and blood, smoke inhaled into the lungs, and every withdrawal will be painful.

He hides his liking and has been in pain like this for a long, long time.