wife who doesn't lie

The night in early spring was very cold, and halfway there, it started to rain drippingly.

Wen Mo was drenched all over, the skin on his ankles had already been worn out, and the stinging pain hit him from time to time, but he continued to walk forward as if he didn't realize it, like an ascetic monk seeking Taoism.

Near the early morning, he finally saw the villa.

He stood still and continued to walk towards the door.

Before entering the door, Song Ma, who looked anxious, had already rushed out holding an umbrella, and pulled Wen Mo under the umbrella, crying with some reproach, "You are back, you are so anxious to death."

She didn't know what happened at all, but she understood that there must be a problem between Mr. Huo and this omega.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Mr. Huo came back alone. Mama Song welcomed the master into the door with trepidation. Although the other party didn't show any expression, Mama Song couldn't feel the terrible low pressure. She didn't dare to ask anything. , I just sent people upstairs, and I couldn't wait to call Wen Mo, but I made more than [-] calls in one night, but no one answered.

As Huo's servant, Mama Song also had a set of rules to abide by. Naturally, she couldn't go out to find someone herself, so she could only call her husband secretly, forcing him to find someone.

Looking at Wen Mo who was drenched all over at this moment, she was both anxious and pitiful, and hurriedly went to the drying room to get a dry bathrobe, and asked Wen Mo to change it.

Wen Mo sat quietly on the sofa, his body sank into the soft cushion, wrapped in a blanket, like a well-behaved pet, not long after, Mother Song brought a bowl of ginger soup, and Wen Mo obediently blew it After getting drunk, some blood finally returned to his pale face, "Mother Song, go and rest."

The ancient clock on the wall showed that it was already one o'clock in the morning. For a person like Song Ma who went to bed early, staying up until this time was a physical burden. However, Song Ma did not move. She put down the bowl and sat in Wen Mo Beside her, tonight, she didn't have any sense of being a servant at all, and she had a pitiful look on her face, "My dear boy, you go to the guest room to sleep first, and apologize to Mr. Huo in the morning, Mr. Huo loves you so much, no matter what, I won't argue with you, be obedient, huh?"

How could Song's mother think that this well-behaved Omega would offend Mr. Song, but here, Song's mother could not think of any way except to lower her stance actively.

Wen Mo's eyes fell on her face, and after a while, he smiled, his brows were soft, "Well, I see."

He added, "Mom Song, thank you."

Song Ma sighed, got up and walked back, turned around after a few steps, wanted to say something, looked at Wen Mo's calm profile, and finally returned to the room.

Wen Mo retracted his feet, leaned slowly to the side, and lay directly on the sofa. The warm yellow light shone on his face, and the long eyelashes cast some shadows on his pale face. His eyes fluttered up and down, and he watched the hammer of the wall clock swinging from side to side, and slowly closed his eyes.

Once again the night passed.

In the maid's room.A little light leaked in from outside and sprinkled on Mama Song's sleepy face. Mama Song opened her eyes suddenly, realizing that she had overslept, she hurriedly put on a coat and left the room.

In fact, it is not too late to wake up, after all, the sky is not yet fully lit at this time, only the east is showing a little paleness, but for a conscientious servant, getting up to work when it is still dark is perfectly normal matter.

Song's mother was anxious, afraid that she would not have time to prepare breakfast, she hurriedly put on her clothes and went to the kitchen. When she was approaching the door, Song's mother heard a small sound, she paid attention, and tiptoed over, halfway. In Ming's kitchen, she saw Wen Mo in a bathrobe standing in front of the steaming counter, carefully stirring the contents of the casserole, and the aroma had already escaped.

The morning sun fell on his face, looking peaceful and peaceful.

Song's mother showed a gratified and bitter smile, and only retreated lightly.

She thought, this Omega is so well-behaved and sensible, and has such a good life, how could Mr. Huo be willing to be angry with him?

Mama Song sighed.

Wen Mo closed the lid, turned off the fire, then went to the bathroom in the basement to take a shower, and changed out of the smoky bathrobe.

He went to the laundry room to get a set of Alpha's military uniform, and went upstairs calmly.

He knew that the man was almost awake at this point, and his biological clock was always on time.

Gently pushed the door open, and sure enough, the man was already sitting on the bedside smoking a cigarette.

Wen Mo's footsteps paused slightly, and he went in as usual, and put the freshly ironed military uniform on the bedside, he half-kneeled beside the bed, looked up at him, and said softly: "I cooked abalone Porridge, would you like to try it?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Huo Yan's mouth. He took away the cigarette butt from his lips, exhaled lightly, pinched Wen Mo's chin, and looked at him jokingly.

Wen Mo raised his eyes and said, "Last night, I didn't let anyone touch me."

Huo Yan smiled lowly, with a frivolous smile in his voice, "Really?"

Wen Mo nodded seriously, his eyebrows gentle.

Huo Yan stubbed out the cigarette, and the sarcasm became more serious, "Then I have to check it out."

He lifted his arm like a chicken, and threw it on the bed.

Of course, this is not a love affair, it can even be said to be abuse.

Wen Mo's head was covered in cold sweat, and he only smiled flatteringly with a pale face. At this moment, he is the most docile sheep, the morning dew that cannot withstand the scorching sun. He looks so soft and harmless, yet so weak and helpless, He didn't have any resistance, as if he didn't dare, and he didn't seem like he would, he just faced the cruelty imposed on him by the man obediently while trembling.

Of course Wen Mo is a person who can endure pain. This is a skill he possessed since he was a child. Which orphanage child can't learn to endure, but the tearing feeling still makes Wen Mo inevitably think of the long-buried seven-year-old In the memory of that year, he desperately suppressed the desire to scream in horror, he just hugged his neck tremblingly, and kissed the corner of his lips tenderly, as if treating his most beloved lover.

Huo Yan finally let him go, he buttoned his collar unhurriedly, before leaving, he bowed his head and kissed his forehead mercifully, and then walked downstairs easily.

When he went downstairs, Mama Song came up to meet him, watching his face.

"Sir, would you like to have breakfast at home?" She accompanied her smiling face, and her voice became more submissive, "Xiao Mo cooked abalone porridge early in the morning, and the heat is just right now."

Huo Yan sat down quickly, "Okay, bring it here."

Mama Song beamed with joy, and immediately went to the kitchen to prepare. As early as Wen Mo went upstairs and did not come down, she knew what happened in the room. While scooping up the hot porridge, her face was strangely hot I am happy to think that this turmoil is finally over.

Mr. Huo seemed in a good mood. He ate two large bowls, then wiped his mouth with a tissue, got up quickly and walked out.

Song's mother watched the car drive out of the yard gate happily, and when she heard no sound, she went upstairs immediately, knocked on the door of the master bedroom, and was about to open the door to enter, when she found that the door was locked from the inside.

Song Ma frowned, "Xiao Mo?"

There was no response, and Mama Song knocked on the door again.

After a while, there was a soft voice from inside, "Mother Song, I'm taking a bath, so don't come in yet."

Song Ma breathed a sigh of relief, and was even more happy. She let go of the doorknob, hummed a song and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for him.

Wen Mo sat quietly on the toilet with his stomach in his arms. His face was pale but calm, his eyelashes drooped, and he stared at a certain place on the floor.

After a moment of relief, he stood up, took out a pill box from the inside of the closet, threw a contraceptive pill into his mouth, and swallowed it skillfully. When he put it back on tiptoe, he found a few bright red drops dripping on the ground blood beads.

He took out a few paper towels to wipe the blood, but as he moved, there were a few more drops on the ground, and he simply went into the bathroom.

The mist rose, Wen Mo raised his head and faced the shower, hot water flowed down his body, the continuous blood was diluted into light pink, mixed with water and flowed into the floor drain, Wen Mo washed very seriously, He even hummed a little tune that Song's mother often hummed. After washing, he dug out the medicine box, knelt down in front of the mirror, carefully applied the medicine to himself, stuffed the hemostatic cotton, and then put on a new one. clothing.

He quickly and diligently wrung out a wet cloth, and carefully cleaned up the dripping blood on the ground.

Finally, he pulled away the messy, blood-stained bed cover, rolled it up, and threw it into the laundry basket.The room was restored to its original appearance.

He went downstairs with a clothes basket.

Song's mother was busy in the kitchen. Wen Mo took a look at her from a distance, went to the laundry room, threw the bed cover into the washing machine, threw a detergent, and pressed the start button.

When he came out, he happened to meet Mama Song coming out with a plate. She had heard the movement in the laundry room, and looked at Wen Mo suspiciously. Wen Mo smiled, and said, "Mama Song, I want to eat the dishes you cooked." It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten meat wontons.”

"Hey." Seeing his gentle smile, Song's mother dispelled the doubt at once, and she was more relieved. She put down the plate and wiped her hands on the apron, "You eat some side dishes first, and I will immediately do it."

When Song Ma brought a steaming bowl of vegetable and meat wontons, Wen Mo had already eaten more than half of the bowl of abalone porridge he cooked. He seemed to have a good appetite. When he saw the bowl of vegetable and meat wontons in Song Ma's hand, his eyes changed Liang, took it.

Floating in the white bone china bowl are a few powdery wontons, dotted with green onions, which can arouse people's appetite.

He lowered his head and smelled it, and praised, "It smells so good."

Song's mother was a little proud, "This is the handicraft handed down from the old Song family. Back then, my mother used this bowl of wontons to bring us brothers and sisters into the city."

She realized that she was a little talkative, so she smiled embarrassedly, "In the future, if you want to eat, just say it, and I will make it for you anytime."

Wen Mo smiled, the corners of his eyes were curved, very pretty.

Song Ma looked at him with relief. He seemed to be in a much better mood, but his complexion was not very good. His originally red lips were a little white. Also, he must have not slept well last night. The omega can bear it a little bit, and it feels like the chin is a little bit sharper.Song's mother felt a little sad in her heart, thinking, fortunately Mr. Huo's side is finally fine.

But, how long can it last this time?

While sighing, she heard Mama Song, Mama Song came back to her senses, and saw Wen Mo took out a card and handed it to him, he said: "I heard that you just had a grandson, and you won't have a chance to see him. Even if it's my gift to him, the password is the landline number at home."

Song's mother was shocked, and hurriedly pushed back the card, "Oh, he is a child, what kind of money can he get?"

Wen Mo said: "Take it, there is not much money in it, just a little money for toys."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, "I still want to tie his grandma to cook a few more bowls of wontons."

Song Ma was amused by him, and knew that she would look petty if she refused again, so she simply took it, "Then thank Uncle Mo for that kid."

This little Uncle Mo made Wen Mo smile, and his brows softened.

She put the card in her pocket with confidence. Of course, she didn't know at this time that the money in the card was not a small number, it was enough for her to live a life of financial freedom. This Omega has realized her impasse, and bids her farewell quietly.

She just looked at the gentle him, and thought sourly, she would treat this Omega better in the future and cook him a lot of delicious food.

After Wen Mo finished eating, he went upstairs again, and Mama Song began to pack up the dishes and everything in the kitchen, and went to water the flowers and plants in the yard, but saw that there were a lot of security guards around the villa, they were patrolling, their eyes But staring closely at the villa.

Mama Song shook the watering can, feeling a little strange, thinking, maybe something has happened recently, and Mr. Huo is worried about the safety here?Of course, she didn't want to go elsewhere, and she didn't know that this was the monitoring of an omega that hadn't been punished enough by alpha. She just put down the watering can, and soon put her mind on preparing the dinner menu.

Although she knew that Mr. Huo might not come back, Mama Song carefully prepared a table of dishes, thinking that the two had just reconciled, and having a candlelight dinner together would certainly enhance their relationship.

But Wen Mo will never eat the carefully prepared dishes on her table.

The doorbell rang and two security guards in black suits entered.

One of them nodded respectfully, "Mr. Huo asked us to pick up Mr. Wen."

Song Ma recognized him, and he was often in charge of security by Mr. Huo's side. Song Ma had no doubts about him, and was happy for Wen Mo, but she was a little frustrated. She carefully prepared the dishes all afternoon. Go upstairs to call Wen Mo, but Wen Mo has already come down from upstairs.

He was well dressed, so handsome and beautiful that people couldn't help but focus their eyes on him.

Song Ma smiled, and immediately took a pair of out-going shoes from the shoe cabinet and put them away. After Wen Mo put them on, he followed Anbao out the door, and turned around after a while.

He asked, "Mom Song, is your birthday next week?"

Song's mother's heart suddenly became warm, and she smiled, "Yes, next Wednesday."

She thought to herself, if the husband is not at home then, she is going to cook a few dishes and invite Omega to celebrate with a big face.

With a smile on his face, Wen Mo said, "Then I wish you a happy birthday."

"Hey," Song Ma replied quickly, "Thank you, Xiaomo."

Song Ma didn't think of the strangeness of this sentence at all at the time, she just watched him get into the shiny black car with relief, the window was rolled down, Wen Mo waved goodbye to her, Song Ma also waved her arms vigorously in response to him .

Under the sun, Omega was smiling, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off.

Song's mother didn't know that it was Omega's farewell to her.