wife who doesn't lie

There is a bright moon hanging in the sky, the night is as cool as water, and the occasional soft sound of waves comes from a distance, everything seems so peaceful and tranquil.

They travel through the night.

Zhang Qian held onto Wen Mo's wrist tightly, and he insisted on taking him back to his residence. He didn't know why he had such a strong desire to take him away, maybe he understood it, but he didn't want to delve into this matter hopeless desire.

Clothes were thrown around in a mess, Zhang Qian stepped into the bathtub with Wen Mo in his arms.

The sensor in the bathtub detected the body temperature, and soon, water at a suitable temperature flooded up, covering the two of them.

Wen Mo seemed to be extremely tired, and buried his body in his arms, he rubbed his warm neck, and he called him again, "Zhang Qian."

Zhang Qian's Adam's apple rolled, he put down the shower head in his hand, and embraced him.

The water vapor evaporated, and Wen Mo's snow-white skin had already been soaked in warm water and turned pink, with drops of water hanging on it, like a bright pink rose, but maybe his current posture was too much like an obedient and well-behaved child. It will not make people want to blaspheme.

Since he called Zhang Qian, he didn't continue talking, just hid in his arms like a small animal, and gave all the weight to Zhang Qian.

He was so sleepy that he could barely lift his eyelids.

Zhang Qian looked down, pulled the towel over to wrap him up, and carried him back to his bed.

Zhang Qian didn't have a family, and he wasn't keen on bringing people back, so the apartment looked like a single young man's monotony and simplicity. He took his own shirt as pajamas for Wen Mo, and Wen Mo was dressed loosely, as if stealing A child in adult clothes, he hugged the quilt, looked at Zhang Qian without a glance - he was blowing his hair.

The warm wind was blowing, and the white noise of the hair dryer had a relaxing magic power, Wen Mo gradually closed his eyes.

When Zhang Qian put down the hair dryer, Wen Mo had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Zhang Qian stood for a long time, then slowly sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his defenseless sleeping face with his knuckles, his breathing was very even, and continued with a peaceful frequency.Zhang Qian lay down gently, carefully took him into his arms, stroked his soft, slightly cool hair, and lowered his head to put warm kisses on it.

Zhang Qian thought, how could he get to this point.

Because of an Omega.

He remembered the first time he saw him, it was in the hospital, Omega had a thick bandage on his chest, his face was so thin that only a thin chin was left, he lived in a high-class but slightly empty ward, alone Holding the soup spoon and drinking the soup slowly, the wrist joints were so thin that they protruded.

Zhang Qian didn't quite know how his sternum was broken, but he only knew that Chief Huo had taken a fancy to a new love - a beautiful but too thin Omega.

Of course, Zhang Qian knows the future fate of this Omega. Chief Huo has so many men and women, no matter how beautiful a low-level Omega is, it is definitely not special. Sure enough, Chief Huo has only been interested in it for half a month, and he soon got bored. Throwing him to a villa under his name, Zhang Qian hardly saw him again for a long time after that.

——How did they say the first sentence later, it seems that on a rainy day two years later, he delivered the soup cooked by himself to Chief Huo, and seeing Zhang Qian standing on the eaves, he handed him the umbrella in his hand , with a smile on his face, he said, here you are.

Probably because of the luxurious life that raised him up, he shed that layer of obscurity and was astonishingly beautiful.

At first he thought it was just a throbbing that was close to nothing, but it turns out that falling in love is such a simple thing.

It is indeed a ridiculous thing to ask the other party to be loyal in a relationship that is not bright, but jealousy is not so easily persuaded.

Zhang Qian gently held his hand, and pressed his soft palm to his nose. He sniffed, but was still not satisfied. Finally, he went up his wrist and all the way to the glands on the back of his neck. He sniffed heartily. Smelling the blood-heating white tea scent, if he could see his own appearance at this moment, he would know it would be hideous.

In the middle of the night, Wen Mo woke up. He saw Zhang Qian in the moonlight. He had a pillow tucked behind his back. He didn't know how long he had been sitting like this.

Wen Mo rubbed his eyes, put him into his arms like a cat, he hugged his waist, put his chin on his chest and looked at him, his eyes were shining, Zhang Qian hooked the corner of his mouth, lowered his head, the two of them Naturally took a kiss.

The moonlight poured in from the window and sprinkled on them, making a pair of wild mandarin ducks look like a pair of lovers.

The sticky lips parted, Wen Mo panted slightly, Zhang Qian went to look for his lips again, but Wen Mo suddenly said, "Zhang Qian, go get married."

He said, "I'll let you go, I won't seduce you anymore."

The air froze for a moment.

Zhang Qian's eyes were like a sultry beast, he hugged him, blocked his lips as if he hated him so much, Wen Mo struggled, Zhang Qian simply locked him tightly in his arms, desperately Take control of the aggression.

Wen Mo was forced to bear it on his back, he was almost suffocating, but he meekly let him vent the biting kiss.

After a long time, Zhang Qian finally let him go, and leaned against the head of the bed dejectedly.

Lost in the night, lost direction.

Wen Mo touched Zhang Qian's face, raised his chin, and gave him a light kiss.

"You."

He looked into his painless eyes, and pressed the soft kiss again, his soft tone almost sighed, "You."

There was pity in his eyes, like a merciful Bodhisattva who saved all living beings, "But how can I give up..."

Wen Mo kissed him affectionately, and he whispered tenderly, "How can I be willing to give you up to someone else."

Zhang Qian didn't know whether gentle poison would be better, but he could no longer escape.

After suffering from insomnia for two days, Zhang Qian finally fell asleep. He hugged Wen Mo's waist, and despite his huge stature, he slept very sweetly buried between Wen Mo's neck.

The night became more and more quiet, Wen Mo lowered his eyes, he glanced at the man sleeping in his arms, raised his hand to gently touch his head, and smoothed the slightly messy hair bit by bit, his eyes The middle is deep, like hiding a deep and bottomless lake.

At the beginning of January, Mr. Huo stepped down as general, and Huo Yan officially took over the power.

In fact, Mr. Huo has already retired to the second line for a long time. The position of admiral is not so much the top spot in the military, but rather a noble appearance given to Mr. Huo by Huo Yan, a reward for his past efforts for the Huo family. sure.Although there are still a few senior generals in charge now, everyone with a discerning eye knows that the era of Mr. Huo has completely passed, and now this man who is nearly [-] years old is the number one figure in the Federation.

The Huo clan also held a ceremony in the ancestral house, and Mr. Huo personally bestowed the dark black eagle emblem symbolizing the scepter to Huo Yan.

Since then, the head of the Huo family has officially changed positions.

Mr. Huo was not happy. The most regrettable thing in this world was the aging of the beauties, the most important thing was the old age of the general. For the transition of power, a generation of heroes was lonely and jealous, even though this heir was personally selected by him.

So when he saw the Omega with lower eyebrows behind Huo Yan, his face darkened even more.

Of course, the old man doesn't have the right to preach now, but a bit of the majesty of the patriarch is allowed. With a snort, he slammed his crutches on the ground and entered the hall.

Wen Mo is such a sensible character, he approached Huo Yan and whispered: "I'm going upstairs, I won't go in."

Huo Yan was displeased, "You are a lowly person, and today I just want to raise your identity."

Wen Mo twitched the corners of his mouth as if being amused, and said softly, "I don't care about these things. I should be happy on a day like today. Don't make the old man angry."

After speaking, seeing that Huo Yan's trousers were not in order, he half-knelt down to help him tidy them up. Huo Yan looked down at him for a few times, and pulled him up.

His face softened a lot, and he pinched Wen Mo's face, "The room on my side has been cleaned all the time, you go up and rest, and I will take you out to have fun at night."

Wen Mo nodded, raised his chin and kissed him, his eyes were as gentle as water.

Huo Yan couldn't help biting his cheek lightly.

After following Huo Yan for three years, Wen Mo was allowed to enter Huo Yan's room in the ancestral house for the first time. Although he was the most favored, he had the same power as Huo Yan's other lovers.

It is not much different from Wen Mo's imagination. The room where this alpha lived from childhood to adulthood is full of cool colors, even the bedding is in dark colors. The room is clearly cleaned every day. The display racks against the wall are filled with all kinds of classic guns and weapons, as well as many miniature fighter jets, aircraft carriers and other models. The wall near the window is an entire bookcase, displaying many geography, technology, Wen Mo was so bored with books on military and other aspects, he plucked them slowly like plucking the strings of a piano.

His eyes fell on a particularly conspicuous thing in the corner of the bookshelf. It was a sandalwood box of some years, the edges were even slightly worn, and it had an aura that was incompatible with the surrounding things. Unexpectedly, there was actually a box full of superman monster cards that were very popular many years ago.

Wen Mo frowned, and opened a sheet casually. An arrow was drawn on a Superman's head, and a few crooked words were written next to it, "A Yan is number one in the world."

It can be seen that the handwriting has gone through many years, and some are dim and discolored.

Wen Mo was certain that the alpha would not want him to spy on his childhood, so he quickly put the things back and returned them to their original state.

He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, then walked to the door again, leaned against the door and listened to the movement. After confirming that the cleaning maid had left the corridor, he immediately went to the bathroom, closed the door behind his back, and took out a small SIM card, insert, power on.

He would repeat this action every odd-numbered day at two o'clock in the afternoon, but in the past two months, he had never received any news.

There was a faint burnt color between Wen Mo's brows, just as the phone was about to be turned off, the screen flickered, showing that a message had been received, and he quickly clicked on it.

【An, don't worry. 】

At that moment, Wen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly sat down along the wall.

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