wife who doesn't lie

The morning mist cleared on Mingyang Mountain, and the sun rose in the east, dispelling some of the cold air of early winter. The vastness and vitality in the mountains came together, and Huo's old house seemed to be gradually waking up.

The huge old house is no less clean than the original villa. Before dawn, dozens of servants have already started a new day of busy work, but everything maintains a kind of tranquility that is out of the world.

When Wen Mo woke up, Alpha was no longer by his side. He looked around this strange yet familiar cold-colored room. This was the second time he was allowed to enter this room, but obviously, he would also be in this room in the future. regular customer, just because he has a new identity.

Wen Mo's body felt a little uncomfortable. He sat for a long time before getting up and getting out of bed. He opened the dark blue curtains and opened the window. Fresh cold mountain air poured in. Wen Mo's chaotic head Instantly woke up.

The location of the old house is indeed excellent, with a good view. Wen Mo looked into the distance and saw Huo Yan who was running in the morning on the mountain road in the distance. He was not afraid of the cold in the mountains. The muscles are golden, like a layer of sweat, reflecting the light of the morning sun, alpha is full of energy, very self-disciplined, no matter how busy he is, he still keeps exercising every day, like a never-tiring machine, this energy Wen Mo was very envious, he looked down at him faintly, Huo Yan's gaze was coming this way, Wen Mo put aside and went to wash up.

After a while, Huo Yan came back, sweating all over his body, bypassing Wen Mo who was brushing his teeth, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he had already changed into a large bathrobe, wearing a fresh With the fragrance after bathing, he took an electric shaver to sharpen the green stubble on his chin, walked behind Wen Mo, and naturally passed his waist and hugged him in his arms.

He looked at the two embracing each other in the mirror, while reaching into his nightgown, caressing the slightly protruding belly, Wen Mo felt slightly uncomfortable, he spit out the water in his mouth, grabbed a tissue and wiped it off. Wipe the corners of his lips and prepare to go out.

He was pulled back instantly, Huo Yan supported his buttocks and placed him on the sink, trapping him with his muscular body.

"Are you used to living? If you are not used to it, you can go back to the villa."

"No need," Wen Mo cooperated with him, "It's pretty good."

Since the two announced their marriage news, Huo Yan has lived here with Wen Mo. This is a signal from Huo Yan to the outside world, and of course, it is also for Wen Mo—he is his "real" wife, not a It's just in name, after all, this old house hasn't had an Omega owner for nearly a hundred years.

Of course Wen Mo is kind.

Huo Yan smiled lowly, put down the razor, bent his head and kissed him, sucking the pale pink lips until they were red, and he lowered his voice again, "Does that body feel uncomfortable?"

Wen Mo has already passed the first trimester of pregnancy, Huo Yan hasn't touched him for more than a month, and he drank a lot of wine during his big wedding yesterday, so he inevitably indulged a bit at night, so it's no surprise that he has more messy things on his body Bite marks, scratches.

It is undeniable that Huo Yan is a vigorous man, and he is just at the age of youth, but he really has not touched other people during this period. It is not so much that he restrained his unscrupulous attitude in this regard, it is better to say that he did not Willing to give in, he admits that he is obsessed with this Omega, no matter in any aspect, and now, their relationship is even closer to the most primitive animal nature.Everything seems to be back to the basics - they are just a pair of alpha and omega who are naturally highly compatible.

So instead of being annoyed, Huo Yan liked it very much. To a certain extent, only at this time can he peel off his layers of skin and see his naked soul. At this time, Wen Mo is more real than ever , let Huo Yan feel a strange resonance of the same kind, which has a fatal attraction to him, even a wet and stubborn look makes him feel extremely sexy.

Wen Mo didn't answer his question directly, but only curled his lips into a smile, gently pushed him away, jumped off the sink, and walked towards the door. Huo Yan looked at his back, licked his teeth, and felt special heartbeat.He followed his heart, trapped him on the sofa like a hunt, and got into his arms. Wen Mo bit his lip and pushed his head, "Huo Yan..."

He snorted and said, "I'm going to the orphanage later, don't make trouble with me."

Huo Yan was so annoyed that he got up and blocked his lips, and said dissatisfiedly: "You are now my Huo Yan's new wife first, why are you so tired."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Wen Mo's eyes quickly turned cold, Huo Yan's heart skipped a beat, his Adam's apple rolled, and he kissed him as if to comfort him, and then said: "Okay, I'll take you there later."

Wen Mo didn't speak, just pushed him away, pulled off his messy nightgown expressionlessly, and entered the dressing room.

Huo Yan scratched his hair irritably. He touched a cigarette and was about to light it, but threw it away again, "Fuck!" He kicked the lighter away hard.

Five minutes later, Wen Mo came out of the locker room. He changed into a smart suit, glanced at the alpha sitting on the sofa with a gloomy face, paused, and walked over, "I don't mean to send me off. Is it?"

Wen Mo had a calm face and a gentle tone of voice.

With a dark face, Huo Yan suddenly grabbed the back of his head and blocked his lips. He finally let go of him, and wiped off the wet stains on his lips with his thumb, "Can you—"

He gritted his teeth, "Could you fucking be more polite to me."

Huo Yan was furious, but obviously he had no way to dispel it.

Wen Mo smiled, stood up straight, "Let's go."

Huo Yan remained motionless, looking at him sullenly.

As if he didn't see the man-eating look on his face, Wen Mo took his hand and softened his brows, "Let's go."

The hand in the palm was slender, soft, and warm. Huo Yan squeezed it, and the displeasure in his heart suddenly disappeared. He borrowed some strength and stood up.

Wen Mo finally returned to the orphanage, which was regarded as a nightmare when he was a child. At first, he wanted to escape in his dreams, but now, he took the initiative to come back as the owner. This is a wonderful way for fate. irony.

Huo Yan's promise was fulfilled very quickly. On the second day after the proposal was successful, the management right of the Paradise Orphanage fell into Wen Mo's hands.

Wen Mo has been busy with these things during this time, including the renovation of the orphanage, including the investigation of some personnel conditions, etc. When the orphanage was closed down, more than 2000 Omega orphans had been transferred to the Federal Welfare Institute for temporary entrustment. The O rights organization is in charge of supervision, and now that the orphanage has resumed operations, the guardianship relationship of these orphans has naturally returned.

Since last month, the orphans in the orphanage have been gradually transferred back in batches.Considering that these orphans have adapted to the orphanage for a long time, out of psychological care for the children, the O rights organization took the initiative to allocate some manpower from the orphanage to assist in the transition.In this matter, Wen Mo did not intervene too much. Although he has the name of a dean, he is not eager to do everything. Get out and walk around.

In the huge auditorium, the monk was teaching the children a daily group morning class. The monk's white monk's uniform did not have a trace of creases, and it was as holy as dust-free. He paced back and forth on the stage, and glanced at a Another innocent and young Omega child, he opened his hands like a believer in charity.

"Mr. Meng will always be the beacon of our O group. We are loyal to his direction, practice his truth, and realize his great ideal. For this, we must selflessly give everything, even our lives!"

"The brave will be completely free! The selfish will be spurned by all ages!"

The microphone transmitted the monk's voice, which echoed in the huge auditorium one after another, and the children read along with the voice of the baby: "The brave will be completely free, and the selfish will be spurned by all ages."

Wen Mo folded his hands and leaned expressionlessly on the Roman pillar outside the auditorium door. He had been observing all this for half a month. He stood up straight, got up and walked back.

Wen Mo returned to the office and continued to organize the half-finished work. After a long time, he finally put down the pile of materials, leaned on the back of the chair for a while, and pressed the call button on the landline.

Five minutes later, the door was knocked twice, and someone came in. The person came in with single eyelids, a high nose bridge, a pair of glasses, and a monk's white robe. He was the teaching monk who was in the auditorium just now.

"Dean, you are looking for me." Omega maintained a kind of alienated politeness, with his back straight.

"Oh, Cultivator Zhao is here." Wen Mo glanced at him, the corners of his lips curled up, "The children have worked hard this year thanks to you."

"You're welcome," the monk glanced at Wen Mo's slightly protruding belly, and a trace of sarcasm was barely noticeable on his face, "Everyone is an Omega, helping them is helping ourselves, not to mention hard work."

"Yeah." Wen Mo seemed to agree, he stopped being polite, and went straight to the point, "I'm looking for a monk this time to inform you that you don't have to attend the routine morning classes from now on."

The smile on the monk's face faded away, he looked directly at Wen Mo for a moment, and said lightly, "Prince, you may have been away from the O group for too long and you don't know - morning classes are a must for all Omega education and teaching institutions."

He added, "This is clearly stipulated by the O rights organization."

"Oh, so," Wen Mo quickly made up his mind, "Then the content of the morning class should be changed to drills. It just so happens that these children have too little time for exercise, so they are wondering which time to put it in."

He glanced at the daily schedule of the orphanage, as if he couldn't be bothered, "That's it, the Human Resources Department has recruited a few qualified teachers to cooperate with you, and you just can relax a bit."

The monk stood there, he looked at Wen Mo coldly, "You shouldn't do this."

Wen Mo interrupted him, "This is my final decision as the dean."

The monk clenched his fists, finally raised his chin, and calmly said condescendingly, "I will complain to the O rights organization."

Wen Mo smiled, apparently not caring.

The monk walked away.

Wen Mo ignored it and continued to look through the files. The door rang twice, and his assistant came in with a thick stack of resumes in his hand.

"Dean, this is the interview resume screened by the Human Resources Department."

"Well, let it go." Wen Mo didn't lift his head.

After reading the last file, Wen Mo felt a little tired, but fortunately, he had a general understanding of everything, so he stood up and prepared to take a sip of water.

He was pouring water into the water glass, and his eyes accidentally fell on the stack of resumes. He saw a familiar person and looked at him with gentle eyes. After a while, a smile appeared on his lips. He picked up his mobile phone and dialed Called Yi Yuxi a number.

"Hello, Cheng Fan."