wife who doesn't lie

Everything is at peace.

Wen Mo lay lazily on the bed, not even wanting to move a finger. He was limply brought into a sweaty chest, and then his forehead was pressed against his warm lips.

Zhang Qian's brows were cold, but Wen Mo's familiar warmth was in his pupils. His fingertips caressed Wen Mo's cheek, and his eyes never left from the beginning.

Wen Mo rubbed his head into his neck, "Zhang Qian," he rubbed against him, then buried his face in, "My estrus period will be here in a day or two."

He clearly felt Zhang Qian's muscles tense up, feeling hot and tense.

Wen Mo's voice was light and light, "Are you willing?"

What do you want, you don't need Wen Mo to elaborate, the stern young man in front of him just rubbed his soft, hot, swollen glands with his calloused fingertips, and he stared at Wen Mo's round, watery eyes. It took a long time before she kissed him lightly.

"I'll figure it out," he said.

Wen Mo smiled, the corners of his eyes curved like crescent moons, very pure, like an innocent child, he hugged his neck, and took the initiative to give him an extremely deep and lingering kiss.

The next day, a loan letter was sent to the security center.

The chief officer, Qiao Weimin, quickly called Cheng Fan to his office. He took out a cigarette, puffed it on the table, looked at Cheng Fan, and frowned.

"Why do you look so bad?"

Cheng Fan's complexion was very pale, his eyes turned dark, as if he was sick, he forced a smile, and said, "I didn't sleep well last night."

"Young people, pay attention to your body, don't rely on your youth to build it up." Qiao Weimin reprimanded a few words.

"By the way, Major Zhang Qian is in need of manpower. He has appointed you to be seconded. You can report tomorrow."

Cheng Fan was startled, and just as he was about to say something, Qiao Weimin had already spoken, "Don't worry, I'm asking Second Lieutenant Wen for help in name, after all, he's your superior anyway, and it's impossible to get past him."

He seemed to have thought of something, and thought for a moment: "I'll talk to him personally later, but you have to remember that you are in charge of all affairs, so don't give us the center trouble."

Like everyone else, Qiao Weimin is certain of the fact that the Omega is just a good-looking public opinion card placed by the Huo family in the security center, and he is not capable of doing things. Zhang Qian wants Cheng Fan, but Qiao Weimin must be connected Take that Omega with you.After all, he is the person favored by Chief Huo, so he must give enough face. Qiao Weimin doesn't want to be swept away by innocent gossip.

Cheng Fan sighed in his heart, he didn't know what the other party was thinking, but it seemed that the identity of an Omega was doomed to this prejudice, Cheng Fan was powerless to change all this, he could only bow his head silently and confessed.

Then Qiao Weimin visited Wen Mo's office in person, said with a smile the purpose of his visit, and then bowed and added, "You don't need to add much help, and Cheng Fan, you just go and guide him."

Wen Mo smiled softly, "I will follow your arrangements for everything."

Qiao Weimin felt relieved. He glanced at Cheng Fan who was standing beside him, and cleared his throat, "After you pass by, you should listen more to your chief's opinion, ah, do you hear me?"

"Yes." Cheng Fan silently nodded.

When Qiao Weimin left the office, Wen Mo stretched his waist, looking in a good mood, Cheng Fan hesitated to speak: "Sir..."

Wen Mo glanced at him, and interrupted him with a smile, "It's okay, I really need your help."

He reassured: "Take your time."

Of course, we can only take our time, just like in the security center, except for Cheng Fan, in the eyes of others, he is just an Omega who serves people with Israel, without any ability.But so what, he doesn't need to prove how capable he is, the last thing Wen Mo cares about is the evaluation of the alphas.

The reason why he was in a good mood was that borrowing Zhang Qian's department was his next plan, but he didn't expect Zhang Qian to help him realize it ahead of time-this made him feel bad.

He thought happily, then his upcoming estrus would not have to be distracted to do something with it, which was a relief, but it seemed a bit unaccustomed to him.

After all, pleasing, fawning, seducing, seducing, this is the normal state of his bed.

Wen Mo thought about it, and dialed Zhang Qian's landline, "Major Zhang, I will report to you tomorrow."

His voice was unusually soft, with a hoarseness that both of them could understand. After a while, the other party uttered a nasal sound.

At sunset, a special car came to pick up Wen Mo and sent him to a beauty center.

Wen Mo was lying on his stomach, and a beta waiter pushed the essential oil inch by inch for him.

"Your skin is so good, like silk." The waiter praised.

It's not that the waiter is exaggerating. Wen Mo's skin is naturally fair and delicate, and he also pays great attention to the maintenance of the day after tomorrow. You can know how much he cares for his skin just by the frequency of his consumption here. After all, this famous beauty center is not for everyone. They are all affordable, and the people they serve don't have to be rich, but Wen Mo is obviously a regular customer here.

——Beauty and body are Wen Mo's best weapons at present, and he takes care of them as carefully as he maintains his gun.

"You are so beautiful, Mr. Huo must love you very much." The waiter said with a smile.

Wen Mo switched sides, he saw himself in the mirror, twitched the corner of his mouth, and answered her, "Of course."

When he came out of the steam room in a warm and dark red, he put on a thin bathrobe and sat on the glass window sill to drink water and breathe, while making some plans for the future.

The breeze came slowly, blowing on the face, with a pleasant comfort.

This beauty center is located by a lake in the suburbs, with beautiful scenery and fresh air. There are several private clubs built near the lake. Occasionally, one or two egrets will pass by the water, full of tranquility and peace.

Wen Mo's eyes lingered casually, and suddenly he frowned, and his eyes fell on a figure not far away.

The man staggered and ran out of a private club not far away, and fell down within a few steps, but soon he struggled again and ran towards this side in a panic.There are two or three people chasing him far behind.

After seeing the other person's face clearly, Wen Mo stood up suddenly - it was Cheng Fan.

Why is he here?

Wen Mo put down the water glass with a bang, and hurried downstairs barefoot without even wearing slippers.

Cheng Fan stumbled and turned to a corner of the house. He couldn't hold on any longer, and he fell to his knees on the ground. He bit his lip tightly, trying to use the pain to keep himself awake, but his whole body was shaking, and the heat was gone. His consciousness was about to burn out, he could hardly hold on anymore, he could only listen to the sound of messy footsteps getting closer and closer, just when he was about to collapse, a warm hand grabbed him , pulling aside forcefully, he was led into a door in a stumbling manner.

Wen Mo hurriedly pulled people upstairs, stuffed Cheng Fan into the innermost locker room and locked it tightly, he came out panting, the waiter who was waiting by the side was already standing there at a loss, with surprised and flustered eyes.

Wen Mo tried his best to breathe smoothly, and smiled at her, "I can let you have the best performance this year, but you have to keep your mouth shut."

It is no ordinary person to be able to serve such a waiter in such an institution. She quickly calmed down and nodded immediately, "Don't worry."

Wen Mo looked at her appreciatively.

With a bang, the door was thrown open, and a muscular man strode in, followed by two security guards in suits and leather shoes. He was obviously taken aback when he saw Wen Mo.

Wen Mo also frowned, how could it be He Yinsheng, the adjutant of the Security Center?

He Yinsheng was dressed in casual clothes, obviously he came out to relax, but his clothes were messy, there was an obvious wound at the corner of his mouth, his hair with hairspray was a little collapsed, and he looked embarrassed. He Yinsheng has always been self-confident, well-dressed, and gentle He had never seen him like this before, but this was not the time for him to study carefully. He tied the belt around his waist and asked suspiciously, "Why is Second Lieutenant He here?"

He Yinsheng glanced around, and then returned to him, "Did you see anyone just now?"

"No." Wen Mo frowned slightly, with some inquiring, "Are you catching someone?"

Without waiting for He Yinsheng to reply, he asked the waiter again, "Did you hear anything just now?"

The waiter shook his head: "No, sir."

He Yinsheng squinted his eyes slightly, glanced at the two people, and saw that the expressions of the two people were calm, and they did not seem to be fake, but he clearly saw people coming this way, how could they disappear for no reason? Thinking of this, doubts arose in his heart.

Wen Mo was as anxious as anyone else, and hurriedly told the waiter: "Don't stand there stupidly, tell the front desk to close the gate and keep it safe. If someone is really hiding here, don't tell them to run away."

"Yes." The waiter responded and immediately picked up the communicator.

Wen Mo looked down at his hands, the palms were oily, he seemed to have nowhere to wipe, so he could only bend down and massage his snow-white calf, he raised his head and said, "Then go find it quickly, don't Delayed here."

A faint fragrance mixed with rose essential oil rushed over, and He Yinsheng's heart felt hot, and he couldn't help taking a step back. He glanced at Wen Mo, and his pupils suddenly dilated—the glands on the back of this guy's neck didn't have any isolation measures , but also dare to face three young alphas, this is simply doing death!

He Yinsheng couldn't help frowning, and looked back from the corner of his eye, and as expected, the two security guards were staring at the Omega blankly, their eyes reddish.

Slut!He Yinsheng cursed inwardly, he turned his head and looked around in a hurry, and once again confirmed that there was nothing unusual, he left with a dark face and two security guards.

When the door was closed, Wen Mo heaved a sigh of relief, clapped his hands and stood up straight. He handed the waiter a black card and smiled: "I will prepay for next year's expenses first, and then I will pay [-]% of your tip separately."

The waiter was flattered, took the card quickly, and thanked him repeatedly.

Wen Mo closed the door tightly, and he tore off a protective film of the isolation sticker again, pasted it on the back of his neck, and then entered the dressing room.

Cheng Fan, who was lying on the ground, was blushing and twisted his legs sadly, as if he was in great pain.

Wen Mo frowned, he felt something was wrong, although it was very faint, he did smell a faint smell of sage, this smell is very familiar to Wen Mo, and it belongs to Omega.

With a thought in his mind, Wen Mo suddenly lifted Cheng Fan's back collar. There was a faint trace of surgery there, which would not have been found without such a close observation.

Some questions lingering in Wen Mo's mind during this period suddenly had answers, he whispered: "Are you an Omega too?"