wife who doesn't lie

Under the brutal suppression measures of the federal military, a series of imitative demonstration bombings did not last long, and the incidents finally subsided quickly. The general election will begin soon. After two months of vigorous campaigning, the new The chairman of the O rights organization was finally born. According to polls, his approval rate is even higher than that of Meng Jin back then.

Everything is like the wheel of fortune, rolling repeatedly, and there is nothing new under the sun.

However, Wen Mo gradually became less willing to speak.

He is just the dean of the orphanage, and he is just Mrs. Huo. Apart from these two identities, he has no interest in outreach to this world, and his world is getting quieter and quieter.

Of course, there are times when the quietness is broken. At a certain fund-raising public welfare event in the orphanage, an O-rightist reporter rashly broke in and asked him, "Are you Mrs. Huo or Omega?" Orphanage director? Don't you think it's shameless to stand for an alpha!"

Wen Mo ignored it, and asked the security guard to invite him out softly.

The negative reports of that day did not appear. If it is said that the Huo family was afraid of the human rights turmoil a few years ago, then the Huo family’s rule is already close to dictatorship, and his totalitarian husband has already cleared his hands. After clearing all obstacles, when it was time for the next charity event press conference, Wen Mo could no longer hear any other voices.

Everyone was asking him some innocuous questions in gentle voices, and some Omega reporters even asked him how to maintain his delicate and fair skin.

They looked at him with great admiration.

At that moment, Wen Mo's mind was blank, and he suddenly had a violent urge to take out the Browning and shoot him in the head.

His hands, which were hidden in a place where no one was looking, trembled, but there was an extremely gentle smile on his face, "Ah, I probably have to thank my mother."

The reporters in the audience laughed, and the scene was joyful and harmonious.

But there was already a layer of sweat on Wen Mo's back.

After that, Wen Mo no longer attended any public places, and Cheng Fan replaced him when necessary. Now that Cheng Fan is the vice president of Heaven, with him, Wen Mo can finally disappear from the public eye with a sigh of relief up.

Yes, he hasn't appeared in front of the Commonwealth people for a long time, but he is still the No.1 voted "Omega most wanted to be".

No one will doubt the authenticity of this post.

Wen Mo's constant tranquility was broken again because of Meng Jin.

It was about half a year after Meng Jin stepped down as vice president. That morning, Wen Mo received a call.

It was an unfamiliar number, and the other party's voice was very soft.

"Xiao Mo, can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

Wen Mo cut off the phone directly, but the next day, he still showed up at the agreed place.

Because Meng Jin sent him a text message, saying that Li Xiang and Mo Li's belongings were to be handed over to him.

When Wen Mo arrived, Meng Jin had already arrived ahead of schedule.

He was wearing a casual white shirt, sitting on a sunny bar, behind him were violets hanging down, under the sunlight, the flowers were shining with crystal light.

Meng Jin is nearly 40 years old, and the corners of his eyes are invaded by faint lines, showing signs of time, but still looks eye-catching.

At this moment, his gaze fell far away on the beach to the east. The neon signboard that had been abandoned for many years was in dismal dilapidation, but it also showed its former glory - it was once the largest red light district in the Federation, "Soft Township."

Drunk with money and music, singing and singing every night, now only the desolation of the bustling desolation remains.

Until Wen Mo sat across from him, Meng Jin never looked away,

"Do you know that there used to be an alley on the edge of Ruanxiang, and there was a dilapidated tavern at the corner. Li Xiang and I often went there to drink."

Wen Mo obviously didn't want to hear his reminiscence, "Where's their stuff?"

Meng Jin smiled, and didn't mean to care about it. He turned his gaze back, moved a file box beside him, and pushed it in front of Wen Mo.

Wen Mo glanced at him, and Meng Jin said, "Don't worry, before I saw you, I have been interrogated at least three times."

He added, "Inside and out."

"Believe it or not, there are at least five sniper points on me at this moment to prevent me from doing anything I shouldn't do." Meng Jin glanced around lightly, and laughed at himself: "Mr. Huo treats you really well." Take care."

"Of course." He spread his hands in a relaxed manner, "How could I do such a stupid thing."

Wen Mo opened the file box, which contained an old radio, some clothes, some books, and a mottled cowhide diary.

Wen Mo caressed them slowly.

Meng Jin murmured to himself, "Xiao Mo, I really envy you, you are always so lucky."

His memory seemed to drift far away.

"It's the first time I saw you, such a small child, closely following Molly, and so beautiful, so, of course, I'm sure that Molly can't protect you at all."

"Where did I expect—" he sighed regretfully, "Meng Xiong didn't taste it until he was seven years old."

"Wen Mo, you are really cunning, I am ashamed of myself."

Meng Jin remembered that that beautiful child knew how to use people's hearts so well that he made many people willingly protect him. Even Meng Xiong treated him like a human being at the beginning, because unlike those children who were full of fear, this The child didn't show any fear towards him, instead he called him father very affectionately, as if he really regarded Meng Xiong as his father, looking at him with extremely bright, reverent, and loving eyes, and seeing that despicable man actually got angry. some sublime.

Human nature is like this, even the most evil person has a little bit of glamorous place, being stared at by a child like this, he actually looks a bit human, but this little paper-thin moral sense is like that easily destroyed.

Meng Jin has never told anyone this secret, but he is going to tell Wen Mo today.

"Wen Mo, you could have continued to use your scheming to maintain your virginity, but I'm sorry, everything was ruined by me."

"During that time, Li Xiang and Mo Li have been looking for you everywhere, but they don't know that I tricked them into exchanging their precious brother for that hell."

Meng Jin didn't know what his state of mind was at that time, maybe he thought why an Omega would escape such a fate, how could this world allow such a thing to happen, even Meng Jin himself would not allow it.

That day, when Meng Xiong returned to the orphanage with the dispirited seven-year-old Omega in his arms, he felt a strange joy amidst Molly's uncontrollable trembling.

Of course, Meng Jin will not self-examine this rugged psychology that has long been buried under the normal appearance.

He never told anyone about this.

But today, he finally said all this, and he felt extremely relaxed.

However, the person on the opposite side didn't react at all, just looked at him indifferently.

Of course, this reaction was different from what Meng Jin expected, but he no longer cared about it. The refreshing feeling of explaining everything seemed to turn on a switch, and Meng Jin talked a lot.

"It's really strange, obviously you and I have nothing to do with each other, but why do I hate you so much?"

"It's even increasing day by day."

"I'm such a strange person." Meng Jin defined himself.

"I was going to use Tongtong to do something, but this kid..." Meng Jin smiled self-deprecatingly, "He really looks like you back then."

He suddenly thought of that bloody afternoon, when there was a loud noise, Li Xiang's blood splashed, completely tearing apart the skyline of his life.

It's just that at that time, he thought that he was always the one who controlled everything behind the scenes, and that he could change everything by himself.

Too funny.

"Wen Mo, are you at ease?" Meng Jin changed the subject, "Be a pampered Mrs. Huo."

"In the final analysis, you are not so calm, you have not even attended the charity annual meeting recently, what are you running away from?"

Meng Jin stared straight at him, as if seducing something.

"You can't wait to kill me, you already have this ability, why don't you do it?"

"Are you really willing to be Mrs. Huo?"

Meng Jin still asked himself.

Wen Mo confirmed the good things and closed the suitcase.

"So," Wen Mo pointed at the ultimate goal of his words without hesitation, and he stared at him, "I should use my convenience to kill my husband for the O group, and then push everyone into an irreversible abyss. Is it?"

Over the years, Wen Mo has become increasingly aware of a huge sad fact before them.

——Whether they want to believe it or not, it is the Huo family under the leadership of Huo Yan who dragged the Federation out of the quagmire of successive years of war. If there is a day when Huo Yan falls, at least what is foreseeable for now will be chaotic and tragic No one is capable of another great counter-insurgency war.

Then, in the power struggle headed by Alpha, will Omega live better than now, no.At least in that war, the population of Omega was drastically reduced, and no one would save them.

To be slaughtered wantonly like insects and ants in the chaos of war, or to linger in the peaceful age, this is not a choice that Wen Mo can make for all the same kind.

He is not a prophet, nor is he strong enough to make all the right choices with certainty, he is just... just an ordinary Omega.

He still has so many shackles, he has long been unable to move.

Meng Jin snorted, "You're making excuses for yourself."

Wen Mo didn't speak, but just pushed Li Xiang's diary in front of him.

"This should be left to you."

Meng Jin kept his original movements unchanged, but Wen Mo had already stood up carrying the suitcase, and soon, his figure disappeared from the end of Meng Jin's field of vision.

The violets were swaying, and the sunlight gradually shifted, pulling Meng Jin's figure into a long gray trail. Meng Jin finally looked at the thick kraft paper diary on the table. He took it and opened it casually. one page.

"September 7 was sunny

Today, I made an appointment with Jin and talked about the future. I was depressed, and I was relieved by him, so I dismissed many of them. "

Meng Jin's gorgeous face suddenly became ferocious, he intended to tear up the diary, as if he hated it, but the paper was so tough, Meng Jin could still see the burning words inside, like sharp needles Generally stings his eyes.

Meng Jin almost screamed, he took out the lighter with shaking hands, and lit the diary on fire, the flame suddenly engulfed everything.

Meng Jin finally calmed down. He looked at the diary in the firelight, with a sick smile on his lips.

After a while, the thick smoke triggered the fire sprinkler system, and a waiter hurried up to stop it, "Sir, you can't..."

Meng Jin, who was drenched all over, turned his head to look at him, his eyes were already full of distortions, and there was a weird smile on his face, the waiter was taken aback, and dared not go forward with trembling lips.

"Do you know what 'The Other Side of Freedom' is?" Meng Jin asked him.

The waiter couldn't hear what he said clearly, he was frightened by him, and he ran to the back hall to call other people to help.

Meng Jin ignored him, and only said to himself, "That is the other side that no one can reach."

He chuckled, facing the wet pile of ashes, "No one can."