wife who doesn't lie

Although it seemed that Wen Mo lived alone in this forest house, only Zhang Qian would come over from time to time, but Wen Mo always knew that Zhang Qian had at least three bodyguards in the dark.

It's just that when Zhang Qian came, the bodyguards would withdraw temporarily, as if they were the only owners of this house.

Time here is not turbulent, stays very slowly, and has a completely different time dimension from the outside world.

No matter how much hustle and bustle there is, it has nothing to do with this house. There are only days here, peaceful and peaceful.

With a bang, the kitchen door was swung open by a cotton mop.

"Zhang Qian! Hurry up! Heat insulation pad!" Wen Mo was holding a casserole steaming white, looking anxious, Zhang Qian's heart tightened, he stepped forward quickly, took his, and put it directly on the table .

Wen Mo ouched, lifted it up and looked, sure enough, the dark red tabletop had been left with scald marks, Wen Mo pushed him angrily, "Let you take the mat, look, it's a good table .”

Zhang Qian glanced at him, silently took a cushion from the shelf beside him, and re-matched it.Wen Mo wrung out a damp cloth, trying to wipe off those marks, but it was obviously in vain, and his face was a little annoyed.

"Okay," Zhang Qian approached him, and said softly, "I will remember next time."

Wen Mo glanced at him angrily.

There was a smile on Zhang Qian's handsome eyebrows, he held him in his arms from behind, and kissed his cool black hair.

After the meal, Wen Mo directed Zhang Qian to wash the dishes. This seemingly smart man broke a spoon and the casserole in one meal.

Wen Mo sighed and thought, probably God would never be willing to create a person without a disability.

Of course, he would not take the initiative to do work for himself, so he left Zhang Qian alone in the kitchen to continue wrestling with the pots and pans, and slowly prepared to go to the hot spring behind the house.

After soaking, he changed into his nightgown and sat cross-legged on the sofa to blow dry his hair. Zhang Qian had already done everything in the kitchen, and he simply took a shower from the bathroom. He sat down next to Wen Mo and took the He passed the hair dryer in his hand, and helped him dry the last bit of wet hair, and then simply dried himself, put the hair dryer aside, and sat back.

Even though the other sofa was as big as Zhang Qian wanted to huddle with him, the firewood in the fireplace started to burn again, crackling and emitting sparks, and the fire light imprinted on the faces of the two of them, casting a little melting bright yellow.

Zhang Qian turned on the satellite TV, and started a documentary about the military casually. Wen Mo complained that he was old-fashioned and boring, so he snatched his remote control and changed the channel. He watched the cartoon with relish.

Of course, what Wen Mo didn't know was that when he was staring at the TV, Zhang Qian was also looking at him. Wen Mo's expression was serious and focused, innocent like a child. It seems to have been affected by those childish plots, with obvious fluctuations, very cute, Zhang Qian couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed him on the cheek, Wen Mo frowned and pushed him, as if annoyed that he affected him.

Zhang Qian smiled softly, pulled a blanket over, wrapped Wen Mo in his arms, smelled the smell of his hair, and fell asleep on the narrow sofa.

They lived such a daily home life together, eating together, sleeping together, and doing housework together, as if they were a real couple, but what was special was that Wen Mo resisted going to bed, maybe it was the shadow left by his previous injury, Or maybe something else.In short, Wen Mo didn't like to go to bed. He pushed the passionate Zhang Qian, and didn't struggle too much. He just kept looking at him with black and smoky eyes. Zhang Qian sighed. No matter how passionate he was, he could only Suppressing his impulse, he took him into his arms.

He bit Wen Mo's shoulder hard as if unwilling to do so, but the force was quickly removed and turned into a helpless kiss.

The two seem to be living in isolation, but in fact Zhang Qian has always maintained contact with the outside world. He arranged a lot of actions remotely to counter Huo's pressing every step of the way. However, he did not let Wen Mo know all this. .

He didn't want anything else to pollute such a peaceful home.

But two days later, when he left temporarily, an alpha woman broke the tranquility.

When the woman named Chu Mei stood in front of Wen Mo, she first looked him up and down, and then leisurely looked around the house, with a superior attitude.

At this moment, Zhang Qian was not around, Chu Mei sat down like a hostess catching rape, she put down her bag, put her leg lightly on the other leg, her posture was elegant, and the corner of her mouth curled into a smile: "Why, by People can afford sex, don't they even have the rules of serving people?"

Wen Mo looked at her.

The sarcasm on Chu Mei's face was even worse, her eyes lingered on him undisguisedly, as if teasing a vulnerable pet, she raised her brows, "It's really beautiful, no wonder it made Mr. So angry."

She leaned lightly on the sofa and said, "It seems that my fiancé has a good vision, but—"

She chuckled lightly, "I'm not very smart, what's the matter, I don't want to please my future mistress, if Director Zhang gets bored one day, I can still take advantage of today's kindness , and I will introduce you to a good place.”

Wen Mo suddenly smiled, and as she said, he picked up the kettle and poured water for her, and put it lightly on the coffee table in front of her.

Chu Mei smiled appreciatively, picked up the cup, blew on it, and took a sip slowly.

Wen Mo sat down opposite her, and suddenly said, "Aren't you tired?"

Chu Mei still drank water, but raised her eyes.

The corner of Wen Mo's mouth twitched slightly, "It's a very simple reason. It's very tiring to put on airs like a famous lady when the main house finds a lover to vent their anger. It's better to be a hysterical shrew."

Wen Mo put his legs up lightly, met Chu Mei's eyes, and smiled, "Isn't it?"

Chu Mei narrowed her eyes slightly.

"But..." Wen Mo sneered, "The person you should be looking for is your fiance, not me."

"Get out!" His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he was inviolable, "Right away!"

Chu Mei's pupils shrank, and finally she couldn't maintain that noble and calm, the smile on her face disappeared, and there was a gloomy light in her eyes, just as she was about to attack, when the door slammed, Zhang Qian, who was trusting all the way, came He broke in, grabbed Chu Mei's wrist, and shouted:

"what are you doing!"

Chu Mei shook her hand viciously, her eyes were full of resentment, "Zhang Qian! Our Chu family gave you the scepter, not for you to use it to snatch a lover! We are getting married soon! Do you understand!"

"Married?" Zhang Qian's face was ashen, "You should know what the essence of this marriage is. We agreed at the beginning not to interfere with each other. Do you want to break the contract now!"

His eyes were dark, like a wolf ready to go, "You are right, I need the Chu family, but the Chu family needs me more! Your father should know this better than you!"

Chu Mei seemed to have lost her strength, two lines of tears rolled out of her eyes: "Zhang Qian, you bastard!"

Wen Mo took a deep breath and stood up. As if he was too lazy to watch the farce, he bent over and picked up the glass, passed the two of them, and walked to the kitchen.

There is a fragrant smell in the kitchen.

Wen Mo stirred the borscht in the soup pot, as if he didn't hear the violent quarrel outside, he just stirred it patiently, occasionally took some out to watch the heat.

The dispute outside ended with the woman breaking down crying and slamming the door.

Wen Mo lifted the lid and took a look. It seemed that it was almost ready. He scooped up a little soup, tasted it, and found it was a bit weaker, so he added some salt, and was about to taste it again, when he was hugged from behind up.

Zhang Qian's low voice came: "I promise, what happened today will never happen again in the future."

He held Wen Mo in his arms, "I don't have anyone. This marriage is only a means to win over, and it is also a guarantee for some forces."

He quickly added: "We both know about this matter, including Chu Yunkuo."

Wen Mo didn't say anything, just blew on the soup on the spoon, and turned around: "Taste it."

Zhang Qian looked at him, without any other expression on Wen Mo's face, just looking at him with those watery and gentle eyes, Zhang Qian's Adam's apple twitched, and he lowered his head and took a sip.

"Is it good?" Wen Mo asked softly.

"It's delicious." Zhang Qian hugged him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would escape. He buried his face deeply in Wen Mo's neck and rubbed it. His voice was very low, like an order. It seemed to be pleading, "You have to cook for me for the rest of your life."

Wen Mo didn't answer, just smiled slightly.

After dinner, it was still Zhang Qian who washed the dishes. After this period of practice, he has become an expert at washing dishes. He can wash every bowl to a bright shine. An excellent husband, although he didn't do well at the beginning, he is learning very hard.

After tidying up the kitchen, Zhang Qian took Wen Mo to the hot spring pool. There are abundant geothermal resources here. Several springs were dug out at the beginning of the construction of the house, so the indoor soup pool was planned accordingly. Wen Mo likes it very much and soaks in it every day. a while.

Wen Mo was lying on the edge of the pool, and the warm water soaked him into powder. He lazily placed his slender legs alternately in the water, like a cheerful fish. Make Zhang Qian, "Zhang Qian, I'm thirsty, go get me a glass of water."

Zhang Qian got up immediately and went, and after a while, poured him a glass of water.

Wen Mo supported Chi Shi and sat up. His cheeks were flushed from the bubbles. He exhaled and drank slowly. When he found that Zhang Qian was looking at him, he smiled slightly, jumped into the water and swam over again. The water in the river was given to him.

The two shared a soft kiss.

Wen Mo rubbed his nose against his, smiled, and said, "Get up, my hands are wrinkled."

Zhang Qian picked him up, wrapped him in a towel, and carried him back to the bedroom.

Zhang Qian still dried his hair for him. He put him on the bed, but didn't bring him a nightgown right away. He bent down, put his arms on both sides of Wen Mo's head, and kissed Wen Mo's eyes.

"Let me touch tonight." Zhang Qian's hot breath fell on his lips, "I really..."

His Adam's apple moved, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I really miss you so much."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Qian's body shook violently. He stood up straight with his forehead supported, and shook his head vigorously. His eyes widened, and he looked at Wen Mo almost immediately.

He instantly understood that the saliva he gave him was his gentle trap.

In fact, how could a cautious person like Zhang Qian fall for it so easily, but he never thought of guarding against that kiss.

Wen Mo smiled, sad and tender.

He sat up and said softly, "Zhang Qian, let's get married."

Zhang Qian stumbled towards him, and he held him tightly in his arms, he had never been so embarrassed before, he wanted to bite him fiercely, but in the end he softened his posture and begged, "Don't go, please. "

How could a naturally proud Alpha be willing to say such undignified words to a humble Omega?

But this alpha is indeed begging.

Zhang Qian's consciousness was fading away, and an unprecedented sadness hit his heart. He tried his best to say, "Don't go—"

Wen Mo struggled to support Zhang Qian's tall body, and slowly put it on the bed.

He gently caressed Zhang Qian's face, his eyes lingering on his handsome and cold brows, at the last moment when his consciousness disappeared, he smiled and gave him a last light kiss.

"Zhang Qian, let's get married."

Wen Mo closed his eyes and said it again.

He said this to Zhang Qian more than once, but this time, he said it most sincerely.

Everything here is just a dream, a mirage built on mistakes. He should have left earlier, but maybe everything here is so peaceful that he couldn't help but get lost. He greedily enjoys the opportunity that does not belong to him The tranquility, and try my best to maintain this dream that I will wake up sooner or later.

But everything must be returned to its original position, maybe today's visitor is here to remind him.

Wen Mo got up, changed into the clothes he had prepared, his eyes fell on the man on the bed, he looked at it for a while, and finally pulled out a backpack from under the bed.

When he opened the door, he took one last look at the man, turned his head and left.