wife who doesn't lie

This is a slightly older photo. In the photo, there is a naked child kneeling, who looks to be only seven or eight years old.

But what is incompatible with his immaturity is that he wears a leather black collar around his neck, tied by a thin iron chain, and the other end of the iron chain extends out of the camera, as if being led by someone, His eyes were full of panic and helplessness, but he mechanically made an adult gesture towards the camera, and there was a sign on the ground beside him, which read: NO.151 Meng Mo.

Zhang Qian looked at the photo expressionlessly, as if watching something indifferent, but his hand could not help but caressed Wen Mo's back.

Wen Mo said: "He is the director of our orphanage."

He took the photo from Zhang Qian's hand and covered it with his back, as if trying to cover up an unbearable memory, he gently pressed his face against Zhang Qian's chest.

"I've already called him 300 million." Wen Mo smiled, "But he showed up again with these photos."

Zhang Qian caressed him once and for all, without interrupting his memory.

"For seven years, I was in the orphanage for seven years, until the child of Wen's family got sick, and he needed the same special blood type as me, so... I finally escaped, but a year ago, he appeared again..."

Wen Mo suddenly grabbed the photo in his hand tightly, with a cold light in his eyes, "...I want to kill him even in my dreams."

Zhang Qian asked directly, "How much does he want this time?"

Wen Mo closed his eyes: "1000 million."

This is not an unreasonable number, but Zhang Qian understands that this is an endless nightmare, always hiding mines, waiting to be detonated one day-if these photos leak out, even if the Huo family suppresses them, then this There is no need for Omega to exist anymore.

After all, the Huo family is willing to graciously wipe the ass of Chief Huo's various lace news, but he must not allow the public opinion card of the inspirational civilian omega he created to have any stains, and how to reasonably let a stained Omega disappear from the Huo family , Huo's will come up with a hundred plans.

Wen Mo asked him suddenly: "Is it true that your alpha children will never encounter these things."

Zhang Qian didn't answer, he just looked down at him, and then kissed him gently.

After returning from the shooting range, Zhang Qian immediately called a confidant, "Help me check someone."

One day and one night later, a man walked into Zhang Qian's office. He put a thick pile of documents in his hand, put them in front of Zhang Qian, and said respectfully, "Report sir, here are all the documents."

"Okay, let's go out." Zhang Qian exhaled a puff of white smoke.

The man backed out silently and closed the door.

The huge office was surrounded by smoke, and the ashtray on the table was already piled up with cigarette butts. Zhang Qian finally finished reading the last document. He stubbed out the cigarette, closed his eyes, and fell back on the leather chair. .

Zhang Qian recognized him.

This is a middle-aged male alpha named Meng Xiong. He was once a well-known philanthropist in the Federation. He adopted many homeless Omega children. He gave the children he adopted his own surname and treated them with compassion The interviewed media claimed that he would always be the father of these poor Omega children.

He was once the annual charity figure selected by the O Rights Organization for more than ten consecutive years.

It's a pity that his vision is not good. As a political speculator, he bet all his wealth on the Huo family's political opponents. With the downfall of the political opponents, he was also liquidated and imprisoned. It was released years ago.

Zhang Qian reopened the old information booklet, and took out an orphan registration form numbered 151 inside.

Name: Meng Mo

Gender: Male Omega

Date of Birth: December 2201, 12 AD

Date of adoption: May 2202 AD (half a year old at the time)

Parents: Father is unknown; mother's name is unknown, female Omega, a member of the custom industry, deceased.

There is also a birthday photo posted on the registration form. In the photo, the baby is wearing an ill-fitting lapel sweater, holding a plastic doll in his hand, Wugou's eyes are wide open, looking at the camera curiously and confusedly.

Zhang Qian couldn't help but lit another cigarette. He had actually quit smoking for more than a year, but in the past two days, he smoked almost as much as the previous six months. The breath of nicotine slowly permeated his lungs and soaked into his brain. It pulled his mind to some dangerous places that deviated from reason.

Zhang Qian narrowed his eyes.

Three days later at 12 noon, Wen Mo dialed that number.

The other party readily mentioned a delivery location, which was a tea restaurant next to a bustling market, and Wen Mo agreed.

"I'll be there in half an hour."

"Okay," the other party suddenly smiled gruffly, "We're finally meeting, Xiao Mo, Dad really misses you."

Wen Mo didn't answer, but hung up the phone immediately.

Wen Mo had already prepared a suitable and appropriate excuse for going out yesterday. He arrived near his destination, parked his car in the parking lot of an apartment not far from the market, and got out of the car with a suitcase. After scanning the bustling crowd around him, he put on his sunglasses and blended into the crowd silently.

When he arrived at the agreed tea restaurant, Wen Mo called him again.

"I have arrived."

"Don't worry, you go to the second floor first and find table 13 by the window. I've already ordered for you your favorite custard bun when you were a child." The other side smiled fiercely, "Go, good boy."

Wen Mo hung up his phone and went upstairs, found the table mentioned by the other party and sat down. Soon, a waiter came upstairs with a meal. He was a little confused, and asked hesitantly: "Is there a meal?" I personally ordered it for the guest at table 13, is it you?"

Wen Mo hummed, "Put it here."

The waiter put them away one by one for him. He looked at the customer wearing sunglasses from the corner of his eye, and he always felt familiar, but he couldn't remember. There were still many customers downstairs waiting for him to greet him, so he quickly put this After a little thought, he hurried downstairs.

Wen Mo put the suitcase under his feet, he broke open the disposable chopsticks, took a bite out of a custard bun, and chewed carefully, as if he really was a diner who came here admiringly.

When he bit open the second custard bun, the light in front of him dimmed, and a man sat down.

I haven't seen him for many years. The terrifying alpha man in my memory, who looks like a huge monster, has now turned into a desolate old man. He has a gray beard and sunken cheeks. But what remained unchanged was the pair of eyes that were still dirty and sticky.

He squinted his eyes and smiled: "Xiao Mo, you are so good, as expected, you are the only one here."

He specially shook the cuffs in front of him, so that he could see a black muzzle of a gun clearly inside.

Wen Mo put down his chopsticks, pushed the suitcase under his feet, and said calmly, "This is what you want."

The seat Meng Xiong chose was in the corner, and there were not many guests on the second floor, so no one noticed it, but Meng Xiong still calmly scanned the surroundings, and then carried the suitcase at his feet to the seat next to him. On the chair, he opened the suitcase with one hand, took out a stack at random, and dialed it. After confirming the authenticity, he showed a smile on his face, put the things back, and clacked the suitcase.

Meng Xiong's expression finally relaxed a lot. He glanced at Wen Mo, picked up the chopsticks he had used, picked up the half of the custard bun in front of him, licked the place where Wen Mo had bitten, and stuffed it all in. mouth.

"I really miss this." He stared at Wen Mo with cloudy and wet eyes, like some worms with mucus, "When I was young, I often brought you here to eat, remember?"

He remained silent.

Meng Xiong was not annoyed, he just squinted his eyes and looked at it while chewing, like reminiscing about an old friend.

"Little Mo, you are really...more and more beautiful."

"I really regret that after all these years, I was only asked to taste you once."

The sunglasses covered Wen Mo's eyes, which made him look very calm. He interrupted him, "I hope this is the last time we meet."

Meng Xiong laughed: "As long as I can get along, I won't bother you anymore, but there are always accidents..."

Wen Mo looked at him for a long time, and said, "You don't believe what you say."

Meng Xiong licked the corner of his mouth, and his smile deepened: "I can't lie to my little Mo."

He put Wen Mo's hand on the table into his palm, and kneaded it carefully, "Don't worry, of course I won't show up easily, but—" He suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became sinister , "You have to help tell that person first, now that they are in danger, don't bother me anymore, otherwise...Molly, she will be your end."

Meng Xiong finally felt the violent emotional fluctuations of the Omega in front of him, the hand in his palm was trembling slightly, just like when he was a child.

Meng Xiong smiled smugly, "Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo, you are always so distressing, so many people have lost their lives because of you, are you born to recruit people?"

Wen Mo closed his eyes, and the gentle eyes of a girl floated in front of his eyes. She was covered in scars and naked, but she still held Wen Mo tightly in her arms. She said, "Don't be afraid."

But obviously she herself was terribly afraid, but she still caressed his face gently, and gently comforted him by pulling the corner of her bruised mouth, "Don't be afraid, there is Sister Lily."

In fact, it was a very unharmonious feeling, warm and tender, and it was incompatible with the dark and cold orphanage.Wen Mo is an orphan, but he did receive maternal love, even if it was from a 13-year-old Omega girl.

Wen Mo finally opened his eyes, he quickly pulled his hand out of Meng Xiong's palm, and said coldly, "Let's go."

He picked up the water on the table, turned his face and drank slowly.

Meng Xiong stood up with his suitcase in his hand. He covered half of his face with that old scarf, which made him look more like a downcast homeless man. He glanced at Wen Mo's side face and narrowed his eyes. Eyes, smiled, "Goodbye, my little Mo."

After speaking, he turned his head, looked around vigilantly, and left in a hurry.

Wen Mo let out a long breath, and he stood by the window with the glass of water in his hand, blowing some comfortable warm wind in the afternoon, Wen Mo saw Meng Xiong leaving the gate in a hurry, and quickly walked towards an inconspicuous man. Walked through the alley.

Wen Mo took a sip of water, and he seemed to hear a very thin piercing sound in his ears, but that must be an illusion, how could he have such a developed sense of hearing, but at that moment, he really heard it When they arrived, the whole body of the figure who was about to disappear in the alley was shocked.

The suitcase in the man's hand fell off, and he turned around in disbelief. He shook his hands and mechanically pulled out his pants, which were bulging like the outline of a pistol. But soon, he lowered his hand, and Wen Mo saw Blood slowly oozed from his temple.

His eyes gradually became hollow, and he looked at Wen Mo standing by the window from a distance, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Wen Mo took off his sunglasses and smiled at him very gently.