wife who doesn't lie

Night falls.

Under the cover of the night, the naked two people on the bed were sleeping next to each other, which seemed to be the lingering aftertaste of a passionate passion, alpha slept soundly and breathed heavily.

However, Wen Mo's eyes fell on the sandalwood box on the ancient shelf, in a dark place.

He looked at it for a long time, then suddenly sneered, turned around, and half-hid his face in the pillow.

How ridiculous, he thought.

The temperature in the room maintained a suitable range, but Wen Mo felt cold, and he shrank back into Alpha's warm embrace.

M.L.

Meng Li.

Molly's former name.

"God will bless Xiaomo," she said.

The 13-year-old Omega girl in the orphanage sold her body in exchange for some capital to survive, and brought back the cross necklace.

However, it is certainly not appropriate to use trafficking to describe this extreme relationship. After all, trafficking means equivalent exchange, but obviously, this is not the case.

"It won't always be like this." The girl rubbed her nose and murmured something incomprehensible. She buried her face in her thin arms, thought for a while, and then took off the sweater she had just bought for three yuan. Cross necklace, hanging on the little boy.

"God will bless Xiao Mo." The corners of her mouth were a little purple, but she smiled very gently, and touched his little earlobe. "God bless my Momo."

The dream is broken and broken, like the long rainy season at the end of spring, dripping, sticky, and always unhappy.

The sound of fists and feet hitting the mascara was dull and bloodthirsty, but the alpha boy's face was bloodstained, but he looked forward with a grinning grin, his ruthless eyes were like sharp knives, tearing everything apart.And the seven-year-old Omega looked at him through the dark crowd, tightly clutching the cross on his chest.

Wen Mo was wading in the mud of the dream, unable to break free.

He frowned, and saw the dark bilge, the damp and musty smell, and the dull sound of the waves, all blended into an obscurity.

"Does it hurt?" Omega sighed, and stroked the hot forehead of the alpha boy with his thin hand.

"Omega?"

"...alpha."

There was silence.

"Take me away……"

A ray of white light pierced through the obscurity, and Wen Mo finally broke free from his dream. He slowly opened his eyes and looked into the void.

So boring, really.

Wen Mo looked wearily at the ceiling in the dark night, lazily turned over, and buried his face in Alpha's chest.

In the middle of the night, he was picked up by someone, and a deep voice called him, "Wen Mo...you have a fever..."

Alpha's voice seemed to be floating in the sky.

Wen Mo really has a fever, maybe it's because of the exhaustion in the orphanage, or maybe it's because the weather has changed too quickly recently, anyway, out of nowhere, Wen Mo started to have a fever.

Wen Mo smelled a bitter taste, but what he fed into his mouth was sweet and thick antipyretic syrup, so sticky that he lost his desire even to make a nasal sound of resistance.Wen Mo drank the water in a trance, and was brought into a drowsy dream, accompanied by the rotten and damp smell of the cabin in the dream.

"God will bless Xiao Mo." When that cheap necklace was hung around his neck, it also meant that Wen Mo was seven years old.

An Omega's seven-year-old is certainly not a day worth looking back on, but in the final analysis, there are not a few days worth looking back on in Wen Mo's life.

He knew from birth that being an Omega is different from alpha and beta. His cognition told him that Omega is just a consumable in this world, like a rare fish on a dinner plate, it will be slowly consumed by this world. The world consumes.

"Xiao Ai didn't come back last night." The young Wen Mo heard someone say that, and he had heard similar words many times.In fact, every once in a while, someone will be taken out of the orphanage, some will come back, and some will never come back.

When listening to these words, everyone's face has a gentle numbness unique to consumables, as if they are just talking about the weather.

Xiao Ai did not come back in the end, so Wen Mo knew that another Omega was consumed in this way. Of course, some people would remember him, so why not, but gradually, no one talked about him anymore. Like the children in the hospital, they slowly disappeared, and even the remaining memories gradually dimmed, until everything disappeared.

He thought that the world was like this, everyone was a fish on a dinner plate, and they couldn't escape the fate of being pressed on the chopping board.What does the fish look like on the chopping board? It is stretched upright, its mouth is constantly opening and closing, as if it is struggling, and it seems to be asking for help, but in the end the butcher raised his knife and dropped it, and was slaughtered with a snap.

Struggling is useless.

The whole world is instilling such a subconscious mind that accepting their fate docilely is better than struggling meaninglessly.

But Wen Mo will always be the fish that struggles the most.

If there is one thing that the seven-year-old Wen Mo did the most daringly, it was that he walked down the damp and musty stairs in the dark after being put on the dinner plate, facing the woman lying in the cabin. The alpha boy in the pool of blood whispered, "I could kill you, but I won't."

He deliberately suppressed the trembling voice, "But you have to take me with you."

The bruised and swollen boy let out a low laugh, and coughed up a mouthful of blood foam. In the dark bilge, we couldn't see each other's faces clearly, but it was clear that Wen Mo heard from his laughter. To the sarcasm.

Wen Mo swallowed his saliva and took a step closer to him, but there was a bang, and the boy rushed towards him with the chains on, as if trying to kill him, after Wen Mo hurriedly backed away, his legs trembled, his heart Jumping bang bang bang, but told him calmly again, "I won't kill you."

Half an hour ago, this teenage alpha boy had just gone through an almost tragic fight. Wen Mo watched him from a dark place where no one noticed, sweating all over his body, his soul throbbing, and the boy's face was full The bloody, bruised eye sockets were swollen high, but he sneered amidst a group of adult alphas smoking marijuana, like a sharp sword that could only break but never break.

This is the first time Wen Mo knows that there will be such a kind of person in this world. Although he is at a disadvantage, it seems that no one can destroy him. Everything around him implies that he must accept being slaughtered, but he said, no, no way.

——The seven-year-old Wen Mo is too weak, he yearns for this kind of strength almost like crazy, yearns for this kind of will that is so sharp that it intrigues the soul, and through layers of crowds, his soul has been deeply connected with it Resonance, he was sweating like he had a fever.

The gigantic ship carrying the luxury and money is sailing on the high seas without any haste, and everything here is not governed by any morality or law.Years of wars have destroyed everything, including faith, but the desire is always constant, it is eager to find something to support, so the giant ship carries everything.

Torturing a stubborn alpha juvenile killer can certainly make these rich and powerful who have a high threshold of excitement find a little bit of interest. After a wonderful performance of weak and powerful, he was thrown at the bottom of the musty-smelling cabin, chained Locked firmly.

In the dark, Wen Mo could clearly hear his own heartbeat, and his heart rate has been kept at a very high level, or it can be said that since the first day he saw the hunted boy, his heart has never been calm.

In the end, Wen Mo didn't persuade him, and he didn't dare to take a step closer, because he knew that the chains on his body had actually been untied by the young man secretly, and he didn't dare to expose him face to face, but he knew his power was terrible, Sticking to the wet plank and barefoot, he moved out bit by bit, but in the middle of the night, he sneaked in again and brought him water and bread. Of course, he also brought a handful from the administration. A stolen knife from the kitchen.

But the young man had already started to have a fever, and his whole body was astonishingly hot. Wen Mo struck a match, and with the faint light, Wen Mo actually saw the fragility of his messy face. The knife was finally put aside.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Mo stroked his forehead, and he knelt beside him, feeding water into his dry lips bit by bit.

——A creature like Omega is really too ridiculous. Although it is so weak, it is always easy to have sympathy that does not match its identity.But for Wen Mo, who has a frantically struggling fish in his soul, it is not so much sympathy as it is a strange kindness.

What the young man didn't know was that Wen Mo had already easily regarded him as the same kind.

But what can Wen Mo, a seven-year-old child, do? Feed him with water, sprinkle a little water on his forehead to cool down bit by bit, and at most take off the cross necklace and put it on. his neck, whispering softly, "God will bless you."

Wen Mo prayed and sang the song that Sister Lily taught him in a low voice.

He always slipped away to accompany him, and even sneaked out of the concentrated cabin of the Omega children in the middle of the night, groped to the dark cabin bottom, and slept with that boy.

This is of course too strange, a little Omega with no strength to restrain a chicken, an alpha juvenile killer with a bruised face - they don't even know what the other looks like.But because of the inexplicable sense of intimacy brought by the deep throbbing, Wen Mo has already regarded this dark and damp bilge as a safe haven, allowing him to get a little respite in the suffocating and docile slaughtering space.

"...Omega?" The boy asked him hoarsely in the dark.

The darkness made it difficult to see each other clearly, Wen Mo hesitated for only a second, "...alpha."

Of course, Wen Mo can't reveal his humble identity. He has seen too many people's eyes on Omega, looking up and down, like evaluating an item. At least for now, he can't lose this opportunity for equal dialogue.

This is his real kind, Wen Mo thought offensively.

"Take me away," Wen Mo clenched his hands, and in the darkness, he grabbed the boy's skirt, "Take me away."

The young man didn't speak, and seemed to continue to sleep again. Wen Mo approached him, sticking to him docilely.

"I'm very capable," he continued to show off his strengths, "and I don't eat much."

In the darkness, the boy let out a low laugh.

The sea level in the middle of the night presents a strange dark blue color. The giant ship breaks through the waves and sails towards the distance. In the ups and downs, dreams and reality are intertwined, creating an unreal and illusory feeling.

In the darkness, the blood-stained young man with blurred brows gradually disappeared, but those sharp black eyes gradually became clearer.

Wen Mo stared at him for a moment, then buried his face vulnerablely into his neck, sniffing the pheromones on his body against his flesh.

It's vaguely like this smell, he thought.

Memory is really a fragile thing, ten years is too long, Wen Mo sniffed pitifully and viciously, rubbing against the warm skin of his neck.

It was rare for Huo Yan to see him like this, but he felt the softness and warmth of the cheeks in the pit of his neck. He laughed in a low voice, with a magnetic voice, "What a fragile Omega."

Unknowingly, he showed a bit of pampering, fished out his head, pinched his chin, and kissed the slightly pale lips.

They have known each other for eight years and been married for five years. Such a moment is really rare.

"Huo Yan..." Wen Mo called him.

"what happened?"

Wen Mo didn't speak, but closed his eyes tiredly, "I'm a little tired."

"Then go to sleep."

Huo Yan sat on the edge of the bed, he lit a cigarette, and through the misty and winding smoke, he looked at Wen Mo with a half-smile, his usually serious and stern face carried a bit of rare softness, he shook his hand Putting his hand in the palm of his hand and kneading it carefully, the rough fingertips are whirling with the delicate texture on the back of the hand, like a qualified good husband.

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