wife who doesn't lie

The wheels rolled over the asphalt road, picked up scattered dust, and quickly disappeared at the end.

The interior of the car is very quiet, with a faint leather atmosphere lingering, the neon lights on the street are already on, and a little colorful halo is projected in.Huo Yan's face was indifferent, he held the sleeping Omega in his arms without saying a word, perhaps because he disliked the dullness, he turned on the nearby car video, and the female anchor was professionally broadcasting recent hot news.

It is an obituary from Imperial Medical University. Professor Li Xiang, who made great contributions to virus research, passed away suddenly due to a heart attack.

"The unyielding soul will never be obliterated! Professor Li Xiang is the greatest fighter of our time!" The news was interspersed with the scene of Meng Jin's passionate speech at the memorial service. He looked resolute and his eyes were full of tears.

They were once issued a top-secret arrest warrant, but now they are in a completely different situation.

The picture of the news was fixed on the black-and-white photo on Li Xiang's tombstone. On his epitaph were three words written by Meng Jin himself.

"Respect freedom."

Wen Mo slowly opened his eyes, he still maintained the snuggling posture, his slightly red and swollen eyes were looking at the bright neon lights outside.

Huo Yan knew that he was awake and saw it, so he just looked down at him and said mockingly, "What a 'spiritual leader' of Omega."

Wen Mo was silent, and he said softly: "Yes, they are hypocritical, selfish, and despicable, they can sacrifice their companions for the sake of profit, there is no bottom line...they are simply..."

He closed his eyes and laughed at himself, "It's as ordinary as an alpha."

For an alpha, this is of course a very ironic reply, especially since he has just granted his kindness to one of his prayers, what he deserves is Omega's gentleness and not a sarcasm, but surprisingly, Huo Yan He was not annoyed by Fu Ni, although he looked displeased, he raised his hand quite easily, and stroked his soft hair like stroking a cat.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouths."

Soon, his movements froze extremely slightly.

The hostess continued to broadcast another piece of news, which was today's well-known family marriage. The male protagonist of the marriage was wearing a well-tailored black tuxedo. His hair was combed up high, and his facial contours were more profound. He walked into the holy church with his noble and beautiful wife in his arms amidst the sky filled with white rose petals.

The Omega in his arms only glanced lightly, lowered his eyes as if he was not interested, he snuggled up to Huo Yan, very well-behaved.

Seeing his meekness, Huo Yan's teeth moved, and his good mood was completely ruined.

He said to the driver coldly, "Changing the road, go to Hongshan."

The driver responded immediately, and soon, the car drove out of the bustling urban area and headed for the suburbs.

The military shooting range in the suburbs had already been informed of the arrival of VIPs. Before the car arrived, the heavy iron gate was slowly opened in advance. Not long after, the car drove into the garage under the guidance of the guards.

The man got out of the car and pulled Wen Mo off. He sneered.

"I'm in a good mood today, I'll give you a chance."

He didn't explain the opportunity, but Wen Mo seemed to have guessed something, he pursed his lips, and his heart began to jump.

Of course the man knew that he had understood, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, "Five bullets, the number of rings exceeds me, I allow you to make a condition."

Wen Mo clenched his hands, "Okay."

Huo Yan sneered, and walked towards the gate with two long legs.

The shooting range has already been prepared. This is Huo Yan's special place for target practice. Huo Yan walked over, picked up the gun skillfully, and loaded it quickly. He didn't even take a moment to rest, as if showing off his skills, he slammed at the target. Boom, boom, four shots in a row.

When Wen Mo saw the number of rings on the electronic display, his breath almost stopped.

Four ten rings, and it was fired quickly in just one second, almost as accurate as a machine. He left a shot unfired, but it was just a joke of a high-ranking person. He had already set up the trap and put the bait. Just waiting for Omega to jump in and take his own humiliation.

Wen Mo glanced at him silently, he stepped forward, put on the sound-proof earmuffs, raised the gun, loaded it, and aimed at the target.

Soon, he fired the first shot, eight rings.

Wen Mo hesitated for a moment, but after almost a moment, he fired again.

Second shot, seven rings.

The third shot, eight rings.

When preparing for the fourth shot, Wen Mo was no longer as snappy as the previous shots. He held the handle of the gun tightly with both hands and did not move for a long time, as if knowing that hope was lost, he gritted his teeth and finally let it go. hand, begging: "You teach me."

He seemed to have forgotten that this was a game, and just begged that alpha, "Please teach me."

Huo Yan didn't do anything, just looked at him indifferently.

Wen Mo confronted him for a moment, his eyes gradually lost, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything after all, and continued to raise his gun towards the target in despair. The moment he was about to fire, the light and shadow in front of his eyes darkened, and his back stuck On a warm body, a big palm wrapped his hand, and raised the shiny black pistol with his hand.

"The right shoulder is relaxed and the muscles tense to produce a flicker."

"Keep your elbows straight and don't tense too much."

"Hold your breath, your wrist is too tight."

The deep voice was as emotionless as a broadcasting machine, but he was giving him serious instructions.

With a bang, the electronic voice began to announce the number of rings: "Ten rings."

Wen Mo's hands felt cold, Alpha had already let go of him, Wen Mo maintained this posture, and fired the last shot.

"Ten rings." The voice of the electronic counting ring is still standard and cold.

Wen Mo closed his eyes, exhaled, and put down the gun like the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

There was a crackling sound from behind, and in a ray of fire, Huo Yan tilted his head slightly and lit a cigarette. He took a deep breath, the smoke filled the air, and quickly blurred his face. Put it in your pocket and head for the door.

He still has the last shot to fire, and the winner has not yet been decided. Although for this match, the result is almost a foregone conclusion, but he seems to have forgotten about it.

The sensor door opened and closed again.

Wen Mo was the only person left in the bright and spacious shooting range. Wen Mo stood in place for a long time, then suddenly unloaded the old magazine and replaced it with a new one. He raised the gun again, narrowed his cold eyes, He fired four times on the bull's-eye, bang bang bang, and soon, he put the gun down, ripped the sound shield off and set it aside.

He went to the door.

The electronic voice behind him sounded coldly: "Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings."

Wen Mo walked towards the door calmly.

It was already eleven o'clock at night, and it was dark outside.

Huo Yan was standing next to the car smoking a cigarette. The white smoke drifted into the slightly cold air and disappeared into nothingness. He threw away the cigarette butt, stomped it out, turned around, and saw his warm mo who was looking at him not far away. Glancing at him, he opened the car door with a cold expression and sat in. Wen Mo opened the door on the other side and also got in.

Back in the car, the two of them didn't say anything, but Wen Mo looked very sleepy. He put his arms around Huo Yan's waist and lay in his arms. Soon, he fell asleep.

Wen Mo slept soundly, maybe it was too many days without a good night's sleep, he slept very deeply, his dark eyelashes gently cast a faint shadow on his snow-white cheeks, rising and falling with his steady breathing Volt.

Huo Yan looked at him, his eyes became colder and colder.

The car drove into the villa, and the security personnel and Song's mother got the news, and they were already waiting there.

Song's mother knew that Alpha must have brought back some kind of love, secretly sneered in her heart, took out two pairs of indoor slippers from the side cabinet, and put the toes inwards on the ground.

But the man came in with a person in his arms, Song Ma didn't dare to look too much, she just stepped back and waited humbly with her head bowed.

The man put on his slippers and quickly went to the stairs.

Song Ma got up and stood up straight, but suddenly she froze.

She hurried forward a few steps almost without thinking.

She stared at the eyebrows protruding from the man's arm, and said in a daze, "Is it...Xiao Mo?"

The man stopped, and he glanced sideways at Song Ma, with a cold look on his brow.

Song Ma's heart skipped a beat, and she realized what a irrational and stupid thing she had done. She took a step back in panic, and quickly lowered her head.

But she waited for a long time without hearing the reprimand, and when she looked up again, the man had already disappeared at the end of the stairs with him in his arms.

Song's mother took a few steps back as if she was exhausted. She held on to the handle of the railing and looked at the stairway where there was no one there.

Huo Yan unceremoniously threw him on the bed.

Wen Mo was sleeping soundly, the sudden sense of weightlessness woke him up suddenly, he sat up propped up, the light was off, only a faint moonlight shone in, he looked around in confusion, and finally his eyes fell on on Huo Yan.

He could see that Alpha was not in a good mood, it could even be said to be on the verge of fainting.

Wen Mo glanced at him silently, climbed out of the bed, and unbuttoned his shirt for him. He caressed his thick chest muscles that were bursting with heat, moved closer, and kissed him lightly.

Huo Yan looked down at his movements, and said coldly: "Do you think I can't see your tricks?"

Wen Mo froze, raised his head to look at him, and said, "I didn't."

Huo Yan grabbed him suddenly, and rubbed his lips hard like gnawing food. Wen Mo struggled, but Huo Yan hugged his waist and pressed him on the bed.

The fiery kiss was gradually getting out of control.

Wen Mo found the gap and pushed him away forcefully.

Huo Yan fell on the bed by accident, but Wen Mo didn't wrestle as usual, but sat astride his waist and abdomen at once, and under the moonlight, he looked down at him, and again That made Huo Yan's blood-hot eyes look like that.

Panting, he moved back and sat on his lap, his eyes fell on the thin waist and abdomen, the once deep incision had healed, leaving only a light-colored slightly raised scar.

Wen Mo stared at Huo Yan, and slowly leaned down, he had a thick and cool complexion, but his hot kiss landed on the scar.

Huo Yan snorted almost uncontrollably.

Wen Mo jumped into his arms like a leopard, he rubbed into Huo Yan's hair, and gave him a rough kiss.

Alpha's bloodiness was completely aroused, Huo Yan grabbed his waist, turned over and pressed him under him.

Under the moonlight is another battlefield.

The author has something to say:

Because of unexpected things at work, the three-dimensional energy has been occupied a lot, so this period of time has been changed to every other day, see you the day after tomorrow.

In addition, there are many similar pulls in this article, and I think a lot of these descriptions are needed.Of course, the opinions will definitely not reach unity, so you can choose to fatten up or abandon the article.

Entertaining myself and entertaining others is always the first purpose of my writing.

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