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Wen Mo only flinched for a moment, and quickly walked over calmly, sat down next to Huo Yan, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I accidentally touched the mute button on my phone."

His voice became softer and softer, "I can't sleep, go for a walk outside."

Looking at Huo Yan with a cold face, Wen Mo hugged his tight waist and kissed the corner of his mouth flatteringly, "It's so cold outside."

Huo Yan touched his cheek with his hand, and it was really cold, and he yelled: "If you know it's cold, come back sooner! My mother almost made the military intelligence department look for you all over the city in the middle of the night!"

Wen Mo's heart trembled, and his face was flattering, "I know I was wrong, but I just couldn't sleep. Seeing the beautiful fireworks outside, I thought about going for a walk, but it didn't work out... There will be no next time, please forgive me good."

Song Ma laughed and said, "It's all my fault. Originally, Xiao Mo said he wanted to take a walk, but I just forgot it because I was so stupid and told him to take the order by himself."

Huo Yan glanced at her, Song Ma jumped a lot, lowered her head, did not dare to speak any more, and silently retreated.

Wen Mo bit his lips, and rubbed against Huo Yan pitifully like a small animal, "Don't be angry with me, please, I'm scared."

"I see that you are very courageous." Huo Yan looked at his pitiful little appearance with a soft heart, and only sneered, "When did you buy this old lady, let's just open my eyes and talk nonsense, and I will do this to you How dare you run out at night for me! You're not afraid of being snatched away!"

In the past two years, the war had just subsided, and the villa was equipped with dozens of security guards. Because the security has improved recently, and Wen Mo doesn't like so many people, most of them were withdrawn, leaving only two.

"I was wrong," Wen Mo kissed his lips softly, "I really dare not."

Huo Yan carried him upstairs, Wen Mo didn't have time to think about anything else, his biggest task now was to please this alpha, he watched his face, carefully curry favor, and worked hard to calm his anger.

In the middle of the night, Alpha finally pardoned him, picked him up, and threw him on the bed.

Wen Mo clutched the pillow tightly and buried his face deeply in it, he thought, he really lost his mind tonight.

His hunch was so right, he shouldn't have gone out in the first place.

Everything that deviates from the track is doomed to no good results. Tonight, because of a thought, he almost lost all his efforts. Wen Mo's eyes were red, and he moved unbearably. He thought, this is a gift given by God. He was really terrified in his heart.

This thrilling night passed by so calmly, but this unexpected accident was like a flame, burning and spreading, exposing the unsteady things under the fragile cortex.

On the first day after going to work in the new year, Wen Mo received a new message from that number, with only seven words on it, "Today's fifteen, old place".

At almost three o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Mo found an excuse and asked the driver to drive him to a pharmacy he frequented. He went in, and soon walked to a row of shelves dedicated to Omega contraceptives. After looking over the bottle, he finally found the contraceptive pill box marked with a small free in an inconspicuous corner. He glanced around from the corner of his eye, and quietly put the bottle of contraceptive pill into his pocket.

He casually brought a few more pregnancy test sticks, paid the bill and left the pharmacy.

Although he successfully got the medicine bottle again, Wen Mo didn't feel much relaxed. This wasn't the first time he had done this, but hopes rose and fell again and again.

He tightened the bottle of medicine in his pocket, and glanced at the sky from a distance. Not far away, a layer of dark clouds gradually enveloped the sky, oppressing the sky.

The gloom in the afternoon seemed to be a sign. After returning, Wen Mo saw many people coming in and out of the special operations department, as if in a hurry. Wen Mo felt even more uneasy. He opened the door and entered. In the office, he opened the blinds.

While observing the movement outside the office, he asked Cheng Fan: "What's going on outside, in such a hurry?"

Cheng Fan glanced at it, and said in a low voice, "I heard that someone was caught, but I'm not sure about the specifics. The special investigation team is in charge."

Wen Mo's pupils shrank, and the cup in his hand almost fell.

He grabbed the cup in his hand and sat down slowly, trying not to show any abnormal expressions. After sitting down, he couldn't help touching the mobile phone in his trouser pocket.

The meeting room was filled with smoke, and several people were having a meeting.

Zhang Qian sat in the middle, his eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion, and his chin was blue. He took off his coat and threw it to the secretary. He was looking at the materials one by one with his forehead propped up. The door of the meeting room knocked twice, and one A man dressed as a sergeant walked in.

He piled a thick stack of papers on the table. "Major, this is all the information about the suspect."

"Let it go."

A middle-aged lieutenant showed joy on his face: "It can be considered that I caught one, but I didn't expect it to be an Omega."

"You really can't judge by appearance," the other clicked. "This Omega is so cunning. If it wasn't for Lao Lu's shrewdness, he probably slipped away again."

Zhang Qian put out the cigarette, "How about others?"

"In the detention room," the middle-aged lieutenant continued, "don't worry, few people can withstand Lao Lu's methods, let alone—"

He sneered, with contempt in his eyes, "A weak little Omega."

Zhang Qian was noncommittal, pulled out a piece of material in front of him, and the sergeant then briefly introduced, "This Omega is called Meng Ling, a 21-year-old male Omega, an orphan. He came out of an orphanage when he became an adult, and first became a lover for an oil businessman. Two years later, it was transferred to another partner by that businessman, but was soon abandoned—"

With a thought in his mind, Zhang Qian interrupted him, "What's the name of the orphanage?"

"Paradise," the sergeant looked down at the material, "Paradise Orphanage."

He raised his head, and was about to continue talking, when he found that Major Zhang was frozen, he asked in confusion, "Sir?"

Zhang Qian came back to his senses, rubbed his face, and said calmly: "Okay, let's put these here first."

"Yes."

Zhang Qian explained everyone's division of labor again, and let everyone go out.

The conference room suddenly fell into silence.Zhang Qian felt a pain in his head. He sat quietly in the same posture just now for a while, and then lit a cigarette. Surrounded by the smoke, he lowered his eyes, opened the stack of information books, and took out a thin sheet of paper from inside. Thin yellowed paper.

It was a list of orphans in the orphanage. Zhang Qian glanced down and landed on a familiar name.

It was clearly still at three o'clock in the afternoon, but the sky was as dark as midnight. Not long after, there was a bang, and the heavy rain overturned, as if someone had knocked over a bowl in the sky.

In the corridor, two alpha soldiers were smoking. Their military uniforms were a bit messy, and a lot of blood was splashed on their collars.

"Fuck!" One cursed angrily, "I didn't expect this Omega to be so hard! I can't dig out a word in three days!"

The time limit given above was one day, but it was the third day, and they didn't dig out any useful information from the weak Omega's mouth.

The anxiety and fury of the two alphas can be seen,

"Damn it, what a bitch, I can't kill him today!"

A man threw away his cigarette butt, opened the iron gate and strode in. A few minutes later, a shrill scream pierced through the iron gates, breaking through the rain curtain.

Wen Mo left from the upstairs corridor expressionlessly, but his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh.

The next day, the Omega named Meng Ling died. He pretended to be unconscious and while the staff removed the brace, he bumped his head into the sharp corner of the stage and died on the spot.

No one expected it to turn out like this, just such a skinny guy - just an Omega.

On the day when he heard the news of his death, Wen Mo was very calm. He worked as usual and worked harder to serve that alpha. He had no dignity at all, and kept his attitude extremely low, dissolute and innocent.

Afterwards, the satisfied man hugged him and cursed contentedly: "Little slut, I will die on you sooner or later."

Wen Mo didn't say anything, just buried her in his arms as weakly as a silk flower.

Wen Mo knew that he had to do something. He hadn't received any messages from that phone for many days. He knew that something must have happened to them. This critical moment was not a time to take the initiative, but Wen Mo He understands that he must try to keep his fellows as safe as possible—there is no perfect egg under an overwhelmed nest, and he can never be alone.

So he knocked on the door he hadn't knocked on for nearly a week.

Perhaps because of the busy work of this week, Zhang Qian looked a little haggard, and there was a trace of fatigue that he had never seen on his stern eyebrows.

Wen Mo stood at the door for a moment, and locked the door behind his back. He didn't speak, but walked towards him step by step, and silently threw himself into his arms.

"Zhang Qian..." His eyes were red, "I miss you."

God lowered his eyes and frowned and told the world that Eve was bewitched by the snake and ate the forbidden fruit symbolizing original sin. Unwilling to ambush the excuse of their own selfish desires, they work together and they fulfill each other.

It's just that humans are always good at lying.

The biting kiss, the strength of kneading into the flesh and blood, Wen Mo responded fully without any rejection, as if there was no tomorrow.

The man finally fell into a deep sleep.

Wen Mo closed his eyes, stroked his hair, his red lips pulled a very shallow smile like crying, and he kissed his wet forehead lightly, he thought, everything was wrong in the first place .

Originally, everything was wrong.

He confirmed that he was fast asleep, quietly climbed out of bed, came to the computer with bare feet, took a deep breath, and quickly entered the lock screen password.

error.

He frowned and entered again. This time, he slowed down a bit to ensure that every number was accurate.

When he saw the prompt that the password was wrong again, a cold anxiety suddenly rose from the soles of his feet. Wen Mo took a step back, but bumped into a thick warm chest.

He turned around in panic, Zhang Qian looked at him expressionlessly.

The indifferent man walked towards him step by step, with an extremely strong sense of oppression, Wen Mo was forced to step back step by step, he was finally blocked by the desk, and there was no way to retreat.

Zhang Qian finally stopped less than a punch away from him. He was shirtless, and there was a fresh bite mark on his shoulder. Everything showed what happened to the two of them just now, but the Omega that caused all this was tight With lips tightly closed, a pair of slender legs leaned against the desk, faintly on guard, like a vigilant animal caught in its claws.

Zhang Qian raised his hand, bent his fingers and gently caressed his beautiful face, lowered his arms expressionlessly, gently wrapped his arms around his waist, pushed away the leather chair and sat down, hugging him on his lap.

No one doubts that this is an ambiguous and warm scene between lovers.

The young alpha man was full of heat, but Wen Mo was already completely cold, and he held him in his arms stiffly, unable to move. He saw Zhang Qian's fingertips land on the keyboard, and typed out a set of words similar to the one before. With different numbers, the locked screen suddenly lit up.

He clicked into a folder in front of Wen Mo. Wen Mo caught his breath just by glancing at the thumbnails, his whole body trembling unavoidably. In those thumbnails were a pair of carnival AO, that was them Evidence of betrayal together, that was the bargaining chip he had planned to control him.

But these videos and pictures shouldn't have appeared elsewhere. He hid them so cautiously and carefully. He was almost 100% sure that no one would find his plan B, which had never been activated, except himself.

But who is Zhang Qian? He is the most favored elite of the military. He is a cadre who was included in the Huo family's power expansion system at the age of 16. How could he be easily controlled.

Wen Mo clenched his hands tightly, his palms were trembling.

He saw Zhang Qian clicked on one of the photos again. In the photo, the two were cuddling together, Wen Mo was lying in his arms, with Bai Shengsheng's legs crossed, he was smiling, holding a cherry in his hand, dangling on him In front of him, however, the man on the opposite side frowned, as if displeased.

Wen Mo remembered that he was displeased because he was teasing him, and deliberately put the cherry on his lips to feed him, and when someone opened his lips, he immediately took it away. How could a man who has always been cold and used to do this to him? Childish things, he grasped his wrist holding the cherry, and suddenly grabbed the cherry and blocked Wen Mo's lips, Wen Mo whimpered, and the juice of the cherry dripped down his chin The ground wet the quilt, a large bright red flower bloomed faintly, Wen Mo giggled, the cherry juice on his lips was gently licked away - they seemed to be a pair of lovers in the period of passionate love .

But not far away, an invisible camera recorded all this as a bargaining chip for future threats.

Wen Mo closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he reached out and turned off the screen.

Hearing Zhang Qian's voice, he said, "Who is Meng Ling?"

Is a sarcastic Omega.Wen Mo thought about Zhang Qian, he had been at odds with him since he was a child, and when he saw what he was holding, he wanted to grab it, and if he couldn't grab it, he scolded him, his face turned pale, as if he was born with hatred, and he became more bitter when he grew up , seeing Wen Mo never had a good face.Such a person died, died in Omega's self-defense, died in an alpha massacre.

"Same as me," Wen Mo said, "Orphans in the Paradise Orphanage."

Zhang Qian asked again: "Did you get involved in those things?"

Wen Mo's eyes moved, and he said extremely calmly: "No."

He heard a sigh from behind, and the arms around his waist were gradually lowered like shackles, and Wen Mo felt a slight push on his back.

He stood up immediately.

Zhang Qian had already closed his eyes, resting his elbows on the wooden chair handle, rubbing his brows with his thumb and index finger, he looked extremely tired.

He just said tiredly, "You go."

He didn't ask a single word about the others, and he didn't even say anything about the photos.

Wen Mo knew that any words were superfluous at this moment, he quickly went back to the lounge, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and put them on, he saw his pale face in the full-length mirror, and the bed behind him, the mattress was still messy The quilt was half lifted, curled loosely, as if waiting for someone to come back, Wen Mo looked back, without hesitation, and hurried out.

When he walked to the door, the man behind him spoke again.

"Stop it, start now, or—"

Otherwise, the man didn't continue to talk, but both parties already knew it well.

Wen Mo put his hand on the doorknob, he closed his eyes, bit his lips tightly, and after a long time, he turned around.

"But we are accomplices," he added, "we have already been accomplices."

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