wife who doesn't lie

It was an evening, and Huo Yan still remembered it many years later.

In the sunset, the love of his life hugged a thin layer of soft light and led a child down the stairs with bare feet. He was wearing simple white short-sleeved linen trousers, lowered his eyes, and spoke softly. Talking to that child, he was smiling, with a spring-like softness on his lips.

Huo Yan couldn't help being attracted by such a picture, a wave of tranquility surged into his heart again, which made his heart feel like a quiet lake, all the hustle and bustle has faded away, leaving only the shape of the sparkling wind .

Going down the stairs is obviously not an easy task for Huo Yao, who is about to turn one year old. He tried his best to support his wobbly chubby body, and finally knelt down on the pedal with a snap. Wen Mo smiled , bent over to pick him up, held him in his arms, and walked towards Huo Yan.

Huo Yan's pupils moved, and he looked away uncomfortably. He only picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

Mama Song had already brought out the dinner, she was obviously surprised, she couldn't help looking at them while laying out the dinner plate.

Wen Mo put Huo Yao on his lap, looked at Huo Yan, there was still a gentle smile on his brow, "Where did this baby come from?"

Huo Yan froze when holding the cup, he met Wen Mo's eyes.

"What a lovely child," Wen Mo gently stroked the soft hair on Huo Yao's head, and laughed softly, "How does he know my name is Mo Mo?"

There was a faint light on Wen Mo's face, as if a little shy, "It's been a long time since anyone called me that."

With a bang, the gold fork fell to the ground. Mama Song seemed at a loss as she rubbed her apron with her hands uneasily, "I'm sorry, sir."

She immediately picked up the fork, pulled the corners of her mouth forcefully, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "I'll change it right away."

Before getting permission, Song's mother fled to the kitchen as if in a hurry.

Wen Mo looked at Song Ma suspiciously, but he was quickly attracted by Huo Yao who was dancing and dancing. He lowered his head and smelled the milk smell on his body, as if he couldn't smell enough, he buried his face in his neck , Huo Yao chuckled, his saliva was about to drip, and the chubby man who looked like a lotus root was holding onto Wen Mo's clothes, "Mo Mo! Mo Mo!"

Wen Mo's eyes were filled with starlight.

Mama Song didn't come back, it was another servant who brought up a new fork, and she pushed a baby seat, Wen Mo put Huo Yao in, pulled the chair closer, and it was very close to her close.

Wen Mo kissed Huo Yao's cheek, as if he liked it very much.

Huo Yan's eyes were deep, he looked at Wen Mo for a long time, in the end he just grabbed his shoulders and placed a light kiss on his forehead.

"Wen Mo, this child will live with us in the future."

"Really?"

"Ah."

Wen Mo smiled, very happy.

Song Ma is a commoner beta. She was born at the beginning of the rebellion war and grew up in the flames of war. When she was almost 30 years old, she married a beta husband who was also poor and white. After marriage, the two had two children. She lived in poverty, but fortunately, people's fate is always unpredictable. In an extremely lucky fate, she got the opportunity to work as a servant of the Huo family, a maidservant of the eighth-rank official of the Human Dao Prime Minister's Mansion, let alone the Huo family.Therefore, her industrious husband also relied on her little shade in Huo's family to take charge of the distribution of materials in Huo's old house.

Relying on the hard work of the husband and wife, they finally changed their lives. Now they have established a firm foothold in the central city. The eldest son is a small supervisor in a good company, and the youngest daughter has passed the Qianjun Kazuma passed the assessment of the Federal Medical Association, which was like a single-plank bridge, obtained the qualification of a registered psychologist, and opened a psychological clinic.

Today, Song Ma is almost 60 years old. Originally, the two children were going to take her back to enjoy her old age, but Song Ma was never a person who would be idle. She refused the kindness of the two children and continued to stay in Huo Shi.On this day, she took a rare half-day off to go to her daughter's clinic.

"It's best to let your friend's child come over in person, but according to your description," the daughter pondered for a moment, and gave a judgment, "it should be a kind of stress disorder."

Song's mother couldn't understand, her daughter smiled, she was very considerate of her mother, she softened her voice, "Mom, let me explain to you this way, people have the instinct of self-protection, what will happen when they encounter strong and unacceptable stimuli?" What to do? Either destroy the source of the stimulus, or—”

She leaned back in the chair and sighed, "Destroying yourself, in simple terms, means deconstructing and readjusting until everything is rationalized and a new balance is reached."

"Or it can be said simply that if he can't kill others, he can only kill himself."

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, my daughter felt that such an explanation was not logically correct. Just as she was about to add a few more words, she saw that Song's mother was already in a daze, her eyes were straight, and her daughter frowned, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Song's mother burst into tears, and her daughter hurriedly pushed away the chair and walked over.

"It's okay, mom, don't worry, you can ask your friend to bring the child to an interview, and I'll arrange the nearest time for him, okay?" The daughter comforted her softly, "Besides, maybe the child will adjust himself. "

"No more," Song's mother was very sad, and the muddy tears kept rolling down, "he will only embarrass himself."

Mama Song never thought that one day she would cry over and over again for an Omega.

But she still had nothing to do except shed tears for him.

But Wen Mo is not abnormal, he still goes back and forth between the orphanage and Huo's old house as usual, with quick thinking and handling all affairs with ease.

It's just that he seems to have really forgotten that he had a child.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can tell the relationship between him and Huo Yao at a glance. After all, Huo Yao's big watery eyes are exactly his replica, but Wen Mo alone can't see it.

He plays with toys with him, reads picture books to him, bathes him himself, kisses his fleshy, white and tender soles intimately, buries his face in his soft and tender belly to tease him—these are all things that a mother would know Some actions, but Wen Mo doesn't know it, he just loves this "I don't know where to come from" child very much, when Huo Yao called him Mo Mo in a childish voice, Wen Mo's eyes even shattered stars General sparkling joy.

——He has completely stripped himself of his relationship with him mentally, and then faced this child calmly.

It's not that Huo Yan didn't doubt it, even for a moment, he was ready to pry into his heart, but in the end, he gave up again, this skill that God added to him, for him, has completely shocked him. He is manic, hateful, and wishes to destroy everything.

Huo Yan maintained everything at present like walking on thin ice, for fear that any accident would destroy the stability in front of him. Every servant in Huo's old house was called by the housekeeper to give a stern lecture one by one, and everyone's spirits were tense. The root line, only Wen Mo is very relaxed and willful.

Huo Yao is one year old. As the first child of Huo's Patriarch, he has a distinguished status and a different meaning. He should have a grand birthday gift, but on his first birthday, everything was calm as before. Only Wen Mo cooked it for him personally. A bowl of birthday noodles, he carefully chopped into pieces with a spoon, gently blowing hot air, and fed Huo Yao mouthful.

He really loves Huo Yao.

It's just that he really didn't know that the child was born to him. Occasionally when he took a bath, his hand would brush the shallow scar on his lower abdomen inadvertently. He frowned, as if he was thinking about why his body had With such a trace, Huo Yan would grab him, kiss his snow-white body, and divert his attention.

Huo Yan is already very familiar with how to make him divert his attention. After he learned this skill for the first time, Wen Mo cried a lot, really crying sadly, his black hair stuck to his face, and his whole body was drenched in sweat Now, the snowy flesh is all over the tide and red, but the tears are falling patter, Huo Yan just hugged the wet him into his arms, "Wen Mo," he kissed him sticky and sticky, "accept me to give you happy."

What his Omega can bring him, he is also learning to bring him.

Huo Yan originally planned to have another child. His plan was to have three children. It would be best if he could have an Omega that resembled him. He would prove to him that no matter whether he gave birth to alpha, beta or Omega, as long as it was Huo Yan's Children, they will all stand on the pinnacle that no one can match, overlooking all the rules in the world.

But from that evening, Huo Yan knew that there would never be another child between them.

Although Wen Mo no longer took any contraceptive pills, as if he was ready to accept everything Huo Yan gave him at any time, Huo Yan was already used to the action of pulling open the bedside table to get a condom while asking for a kiss.

It was impossible for Huo Yan to make himself nervous again.

"Wen Mo, I don't do meaningless weak actions."

"I never look at the past, and the behavior that can't change any established facts is meaningless."

"Wen Mo, look ahead."

"You've got everything."

No one can resist the progress of the times.

Huo Yan is destined to become the most controversial totalitarian figure in this century. Under his iron-fisted leadership, the military quickly ended the decades-long rebellion war and promoted the unification of the Federation. However, he was once criticized as a "tyrant" ", "A dictator under the banner of democracy", but these weak voices can no longer stop him from pushing Huo's ancient and huge power machine to its peak.

No one in the Federation can compete with Huo Shi.

Meng Jin's approval rating has been declining, and perhaps some Omegas have realized that they cannot pin all their hopes on a politician who only draws blueprints, even if he is an Omega.It is even more rumored that the anti-venom of the mania virus is already in the clinical stage of implementation.The torrent of the times is like this, hope rises again and again, goes out again and again, thick fog rises everywhere, and the eyes are silent.

In the large conference room, Jesus on the cross was still quietly overlooking the human beings. Under the cross, Meng Jin flicked off the ash and looked coldly at the two men in front of him.

"You are all virus experts brought together by Li Xiang." Meng Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, "Those research materials have not been completely destroyed. Why is there no progress in research?"

A man wearing glasses forced a smile, "The information on those war viruses is not complete. After Meng Xiong was imprisoned, the project was suspended, not..."

"But Li Xiang can do it!" Meng Jin interrupted him sharply. Meng Jin couldn't be more clear about the environment Li Xiang did his research at that time—everything originated from a blank space, without manpower or resources, and he had to avoid all kinds of problems. This kind of strict supervision, but even so, he also developed a mania virus that changed the relationship between AO and AO in just a few years, so that the O group finally had room to breathe.

Meng Jin's eyes seemed to be soaked in a layer of ice, "I have already given you sufficient protection, but it has been a few years, and you can't even handle this thing! Waste!"

"It's all fucking trash!"

The man wearing glasses turned blue and pale, he clenched his fist and raised his head suddenly, "Yes, none of us can handle it, even Alpha, only Professor Li!"

He had been obedient to Meng Jin for several years, and he stood up straight for the first time, "But the best virus expert in the entire Federation was murdered by you!"

Before the words fell, there was a gunshot, the man was trembling, there was a fresh bullet hole in his forehead, and red and white fluid was flowing out hotly, he smiled strangely, "...Meng Jin..."

His lips trembled, "You...you will...go to...hell..."

He fell heavily on the ground, and a pool of dark red gradually spread.

"Go to hell?" Meng Jin twitched his lips, "I don't need you to tell me, I'm ready."

He looked at another man who was already trembling with empty eyes, "What do you say?"

The man's pale lips trembled, "Mr. Meng, I will continue...I, I promise..."

Guaranteed what, he was confused.

"I'll give you half a year." Meng Jin had already pulled out a piece of soft silk from the drawer, wiped the gun carefully, and smiled sweetly, "After all, I don't raise trash."

"Yes!" The man lowered his back and stepped back. He took one last look at the man on the ground whose eyes were still open, and his already pale lips were bloodless.

Two guards came in silently and carried away the corpse on the ground without saying a word.

The office became quiet again.

"Far away," Meng Jin retracted his gun, rubbed his brows, and leaned back on the leather chair, "I'm so tired."

Fan Yuanzhi behind him gently embraced him, "It's okay, you rest, I won't let anyone disturb you."

Meng Jin smiled and leaned sideways on his body.