wife who doesn't lie

There were two light knocks on the door.

Huo Yan didn't raise his head and said, "Come in."

Zhang Qian came in, holding several report documents in his hand, put them in front of Huo Yan, and briefly reported the progress of several important tasks in hand with Huo Yan one by one.

Zhang Qian has always been able to handle affairs efficiently and prudently, Huo Yan had no objection after hearing this, and threw the document on the table.

He raised his eyebrows and asked suddenly, "How many years have you been at the base?"

Zhang Qian bowed and replied, "Five years, sir."

Huo Yan tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table. After a long while, his sharp eyes glanced at him, and said, "Get ready, I'll raise you a level next month."

Zhang Qian raised his eyebrows and immediately stood up straight, "Thank you, sir."

Huo Yan said: "It's time to mention you, but it's not a good thing if you show your sharpness too much at a young age."

He leaned heavily on the leather chair, folded his hands, and curled his lips: "Congratulations, junior."

They both studied at the Federal Higher Military Academy, but Huo Yan was three years older than him and was Zhang Qian's senior.In order to train the heir, the Huo family will naturally not let the school know Huo Yan's identity. He enrolled as an ordinary person. After graduation, Huo Yan first showed his talents in the military and political circles. The original alumni were shocked and trained with them The star of the military academy who studied was actually a child of the powerful Huo family.

Huo Yan has always consciously cultivated his right-hand men. When he took over military affairs, he also took away a group of people from the military academy. Zhang Qian was one of them. So far, apart from He Yinsheng from the security center, Zhang Qian is the highest climber in this group. The person who is the most important person - of course, starting next month, Zhang Qian's level will surpass that of He Yinsheng.

Seeing that the matter was over, Zhang Qian was about to resign when Huo Yan stopped him.

"By the way," Huo Yan thought of something, "You have time to teach Wen Mo how to use a gun."

The muscles on Zhang Qian's back tensed instantly, his Adam's apple moved, and his face remained calm after restraint, "Yes."

Thinking of Wen Mo's fear of him, Huo Yan decided to explain a few more words: "I know you have always been strict and don't tolerate sand in your eyes, but my Omega is soft-tempered, so I can't be more honest, you just teach me for fun." , don't scare him."

"Yes." Zhang Qian nodded again.

Huo Yan patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, and went out.

Back from Huo Yan, Zhang Qian has been waiting for that Omega to take the initiative to call, he knows that all this is his idea, since he can be so bold, he doesn't care about one more phone call.

He had been waiting all day for a time to lure him to the door, but as night fell, the number never appeared in his call log.

Zhang Qian endured until the next day, and finally called Wen Mo himself with a cold face.

The two made an appointment in the afternoon.

Zhang Qian was driving an off-road vehicle and was heading up the mountain road, where there was a shooting range he often used.

At this moment, the sun was hiding in the clouds, and the climate in the mountains suddenly became a little chilly. However, Zhang Qian still opened the car window and let the cold air hit his body. He pulled the neckline and still felt a little hot.

This hotness actually started a long time ago, and it has not been able to cool down until now.

He has admitted that that Omega is special, he is different from anyone else, in Zhang Qian's philosophy of life, he is not willing to be an adventurer, but that is too dangerous and too adrenaline-inducing Soaring Pretty Omega.He can't see through him, but he knows that he will always see him more than others, at least, he knows that the dignified and gentle skin is not him—at least, he understands him better than his chief.

Zhang Qian is not willing to attribute the relationship between the two to morality and conduct self-judgment. It is just an omega raised by the Huo family. Of course, this will not make an alpha elite feel much guilt.But Zhang Qian clearly knew that this omega would eventually belong to him - Chief Huo is not a long-term lover.

He finally convinced himself with a calm attitude.

When the car was parked in the garage, he couldn't wait to walk towards the shooting range.

This was originally a deserted shooting range for the military, but it was taken over by Zhang Qian and turned into a special venue for himself. He liked to be quiet when he practiced guns, so there was only one security guard in the venue except for daily maintenance. Today, Zhang Qian Qian gave up his leave.

Zhang Qian opened the door and walked in. There were already people standing there practicing. He seemed to have come directly from the office. He was still wearing a military uniform. Target Shooting.

Zhang Qian immediately felt that the heat in his heart became more dry. His Adam's apple moved up and down, and he strode towards him. Once he grasped the hand on the trigger, his narrow and stern eyes narrowed slightly, bang bang Three bangs, all hit the target.

The gun was easily unloaded by Zhang Qian, and he pressed his fingers on the baffle domineeringly. Zhang Qian couldn't wait to cover his lips, but the next moment, he was pushed away. He pressed on the shooting platform, but Wen Mo struggled hard—not a means of playing hard to get.

Zhang Qian stared at him dissatisfied.

Wen Mo suddenly said, "Help me kill someone."

Zhang Qian didn't pay attention to him, his eyes became more ferocious, and with a stabbing sound, all the military uniform buttons that were in the way on Wen Mo's body fell off, crackling and falling around, Wen Mo let him peel them roughly, he just stared at Zhang Qian eyes, and said,

"You have to kill someone for me."

Zhang Qian's movements finally stopped, his eyes slowly turned cold, Wen Mo lay on his back, slightly swollen lips, disheveled clothes, just looking at Zhang Qian quietly, he saw that his eyes were extremely cold, finally floating There was a mocking smile.

Wen Mo stared at him for a long time, and he finally lowered his eyes, "Okay, I understand."

He sat up and put on the messy coat that was hanging on his arms. The buttons of the coat were basically torn off. Wen Mo glanced down, and simply took it off and threw it aside. He straightened his shirt and vomited. With a sigh of relief, he jumped off the shooting platform.

He continued to put on the soundproof cover, picked up the pistol again, stood on the target position just now and quickly emptied the bullets in the magazine, but obviously, his marksmanship was very poor, and only one shot hit the eighth ring.

Zhang Qian's eyes were deep, and he looked at his back coldly.

Wen Mo unloaded the magazine, snapped on a new one, and continued to shoot quickly.

The magazine around him gradually ran out, and Wen Mo finally fired the last bullet in his gun.

He put his hands on the shooting platform as if he was discouraged. After a long time, he finally stood up and put the last unused magazine in his pocket. He put the safety on the gun and grabbed a piece of it. Wipe the gun with a soft cloth and put it in his pocket.

He put his coat on his elbow, and then walked towards the door without turning his eyes. The moment he passed Zhang Qian, he was pulled hard. Zhang Qian took out the gun from his pocket with a livid face. His eyes grew colder.

"So you're going to do it yourself?"

Zhang Qian understood that this was a trap from the beginning, and no matter what purpose this Omega had, he shouldn't get involved in this muddy water again, but he still couldn't help holding him back, almost gnashing his teeth and shouting, "Say! "

But in fact, at the moment when he grabbed him, Zhang Qian was already ready for the other party to take him with a high profile.

But no, he saw his empty eyes for the first time, like a lost animal, Zhang Qian's Adam's apple moved, and he held him tightly.

He knew that it was impossible for him to do the stupid thing of helping him kill a person, and the reason he gave himself was that he had an obligation to stop him.

Zhang Qian seemed to have finally found enough excuses, and pulled him hard into his arms, "What the hell are you going to do!"

The person in his arms shook his head and hugged him tightly,

Zhang Qian saw the madness of this Omega for the first time in his private shooting range. The shooting stage, chairs, and even the dirty carpet all saw their absurdity. He was tireless, as if the end of the world was coming. , he burst into tears and kept asking for kisses, refusing to let Zhang Qian let him go.

Kiss, for them, is really a superfluous action.

Wen Mo finally fell asleep sleepy and tired. Zhang Qian picked him up and took him to a lounge not far from the shooting range.

Looking at the sleeping Omega on the bed, Zhang Qian sat by the bed and lit a cigarette.

When Wen Mo woke up, it was almost dusk, and it was gray everywhere. He rubbed his eyes, and looked up at the man beside him in confusion. He was smoking a cigarette, and there were already a lot of cigarette butts on the ground.

Zhang Qian noticed the movement, looked down at Wen Mo, reached out and scratched his hair, "You can rest for a while."

Chief Huo has a reception in the next urban area today, and will not return to the base so soon.

He was about to raise his hand when Wen Mo took the remaining half of the cigarette butt from his lips one step ahead of him, brought it to his mouth and took a sip, then raised his upper body slightly, and the white smoke lightly sprayed on Zhang Qian's face .

Zhang Qian frowned.

Wen Mo smiled, his brows and eyes were slightly charming, he said: "I've never seen you smoking, why did you start smoking?"

Zhang Qian smiled, he looked into Wen Mo's eyes, then pressed the back of his head, and gave him an extremely gentle kiss without desire - this is of course not common.

"Which military school doesn't smoke." He touched Wen Mo's face, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he asked softly, "Who is it?"

Maybe many years later, Zhang Qian will regret his actions at this moment, but at least not at this moment.

With a flash in Wen Mo's eyes, he picked up the cigarette, took a deep breath, and threw the last butt of the cigarette on the ground, a wisp of smoke dissipated in the air.

His eyes were downcast, looking at the fading cigarette butt, his expression was a little dazed, as if he was thinking about a long memory, he said, "It's my first man."

He smiled and looked up at him: "I lost my virginity when I was seven years old."