wife who doesn't lie

Huo's old house is located on the hillside of Mingyang Mountain, surrounded by mountains, surrounded by water, gathering energy and storing wind. It is a good place. This is when Mr. Huo's grandfather was a young arms dealer. The land was purchased under the advice of an old Feng Shui master.

More than a hundred years later, the power of the Huo family has grown day by day, and it has become the largest political family in the Federation.

Although the old house occupies a large area, it does not have the luxury and noise that matches its status. In addition, there are roadblocks at the foot of the mountain. Except for the guards in charge of security in the dark, only servants come and go - it looks like a simple and unpretentious old house .On this day, the old house that had been quiet for a long time suddenly became lively, because today the old owner of the old house ushered in his 80th birthday.

The reporters who heard the news had already waited at the gate of the old house in advance, several guards were on guard, and a man who looked like a butler was explaining something to the reporters with a smile on his face. Following a burst of commotion, the waiting reporters raised their long hands. · Short guns.

The courtyard door opened, and a black military vehicle slowly drove into the compound. A doorman was already waiting respectfully at the door. When the car came to a stop, the doorman opened the door swiftly, stepped on a shiny leather shoe, and was dressed in a neat suit. The tall man leaned out from the carriage, and as soon as he stood still, he stretched out his hand towards the door like a gentleman, and a cold white slender hand gently rested on his palm, and Wen Mo got out of the carriage.

Today, Wen Mo is wearing a well-tailored improved Tang suit. The slim line makes his figure taller and taller. A red rose is embroidered on the tightly buttoned neckline, which looks ascetic and unique.Huo Yan stretched his arms around his waist, slightly lowered his head and kissed his forehead dotingly, of course, only Wen Mo could hear Huo Yan's low and obscene whispers.

The corners of Wen Mo's mouth kept an appropriate curvature, he lowered his eyes with a smile, and walked into the gate with Huo Yan's arm in his arm.

A lady about 30 years old was already waiting there. It was Huo Yan's fourth sister, Huo Ying. When she saw Huo Yan coming in, she hurriedly went up to her, with deliberate kindness in her respect: "The old man has been reading about you for a long time." Well, you're welcome, the last one to come."

The more than twenty existing brothers and sisters of the Huo family are not so much brothers and sisters as brothers and sisters, but rather they are the Huo family's retainers in another sense, including this fourth sister who has no intention of politics from the beginning and only focuses on business. Internal fighting is not allowed, but a certain amount of struggle is allowed in the selection of heirs, and the loser will be exiled naturally, so the rest can only be Huo's loyal ministers.

Huo Yan chatted casually with her, then took Wen Mo upstairs.

Mr. Huo is 80 years old, but he is very energetic, his face is full of red, and he does not have the senility of an old man. Dozens of Huo's descendants are talking and laughing around him. The majestic face of the old man rarely shows a bit of the kindness of an ordinary old man Come.Seeing Huo Yan coming in, Mr. Huo was even more pleased with the naked eye. Everyone knew each other, and each found an excuse to get up and back out.

The bustling study room fell silent.

Wen Mo half knelt by the side of the table, used cigar scissors to remove the end of the cigar, carefully burned it, and held it up with both hands as a gift to old man Huo. The old man glanced at him, took a deep breath, and began to criticize Huo Yan, "You The kid is too heartless, what's the matter, isn't your old man's birthday worth it when you come here an hour earlier?"

Huo Yan looked away from Wen Mo's dexterous hands fiddling with cigars, and smiled loudly, "Didn't you bring your old favorite cigars here to make amends, or the oldest batch, and this—"

He pushed the brocade box in front of him, and Mr. Huo opened it with a cigar in his mouth. There was a warm yellow field inside. After squinting, it was actually carved by Mr. Zhu himself, and he couldn't help being overjoyed.

"it is good!"

After the old man retreated to the second line, he basically didn't care about the specific affairs. Huo Yancheng's mansion was deep and his methods were sharp, which were even worse than he was back then. He was naturally at ease. It is full of works by famous masters, the sage Zhu Lao has passed away for many years, it is hard for Huo Yan to get him an orphan.

He looked up and down, with admiration in his eyes, and looked at Huo Yan's handsome face that resembled his own when he was young, and he loved it more and more, "In the Huo family, you are the most like me, Huo Yan. I'm very relieved to leave it in your hands."

The old man closed the brocade box, calmed down and said: "The war is over now, you are 28 years old, it's time to think about your children."

The Huo family naturally has its own method of selecting heirs. The Federation's Population Selection and Breeding Center has a research team dedicated to serving the Huo family to ensure that the Huo family selects the best quality descendants of the Huo family at the genetic level.

This is how Huo Yan and his brothers and sisters came here. They are not only blood relatives, but also competitors. Except for those who are willing to bow their heads, many of them have been exiled abroad, including Huo Yan's biological Father, the bloody storm during this period is obviously beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Huo Yan took the cigar from Wen Mo, and was about to accept it. With a thought, he said with a smile: "It can be considered, and I am going to let this thing give me one first."

Wen Mo was sweeping the cigar froth on the table with a brush. Hearing this, his fingers stiffened. As expected, the old man's face immediately sank: "Nonsense!"

Huo Yan smiled calmly: "It's nothing, the Huo family is not bad."

With a bang, the brocade box in Mr. Huo's hand slammed down on the table, his eyes were cold, he glanced at Omega, who was pleasing to the eye, and said coldly: "It's just such a cheap thing, what the hell is it giving you?" Confused soup!"

The more he looked at those charming Omega eyes, and just as he was about to speak, Huo Yan had already coldly yelled at Wen Mo: "Get out!"

Wen Mo immediately lowered his eyes and got up, bowed slightly, and quickly backed out without a sound.

Wen Mo walked out of the corridor and stood at the top of the stairs. Huo Lao's yelling could no longer be heard. He looked at the hall downstairs again. It was bustling and lively. It was a social gathering for alphas. There are places to go.

After standing there for a while, he turned to the attic.

Wen Mo stood in front of a door for a long time, and finally pressed the doorknob.

This is a room full of obscure tones, even if the sun shines in, it can't change any long-soaked stale atmosphere.

Beside the window, a white-haired old man sat on an old rattan chair with his back to the door. He wore a pheromone isolation ring exactly like Wen Mo's around his neck.

He is the other owner of this house, or in other words, the nominal owner. He is Huo Huan's original spouse, an old Omega who has experienced the long age of AO's absolute loyalty to each other.

Wen Mo stood there for a while, walked over, picked up his cup, and filled it with some hot water.

The old man didn't move at all, and even looked tiredly at Wen Mo, like a corpse that had ossified for many years.This gave Wen Mo the illusion that he had never left this place, night and day, three meals and four seasons, sitting quietly year after year, from youth to gray hair.

Wen Mo's eyes were dim, and he slowly sat on another wicker chair, looking at the same scene outside as he did.

During the period, there was a servant who came to deliver food, and he was startled when he saw Wen Mo, but the servant of the Huo family was not an ordinary person, so he quickly calmed down, put down the plate as if nothing had happened, and went out quickly.

Wen Mo just stayed in this rotten room for a long time. The downstairs was very lively, and there were some scattered voices faintly wafting. It should be that the family banquet has started. No one came up to invite them. A forgotten isolated island, the hustle and bustle in the distance will not affect this place.

Wen Mo fell asleep on such an isolated island. He had a dream, a dream of pitch blackness. This time, he didn't struggle hopelessly, but just stood there quietly, looking coldly at the darkness that was so dark that it was so cold.

When he woke up, there was a thin blanket on Wen Mo's body. He couldn't help but glance at the old man beside him. He had already closed his eyes and fell asleep. Wen Mo looked at him silently for a moment, and the phone in his hand vibrated suddenly. , It was the alarm clock at two o'clock in the afternoon, he crossed it off, got up lightly, then covered the old man with the thin blanket, and quietly went out the door.

When he went downstairs, he saw Huo's grandparents surrounded by the crowd. Their expressions were the same, as if the conflict just now hadn't happened. That mighty man was able to do a job in the crowd, talking and laughing happily. He seemed to have told some joke , everyone laughed together.

Wen Mo's gaze moved away from the man and landed on another person. Zhang Qian was talking with a high-ranking military man in military uniform at the moment. The color quickly turned cold, and he left immediately like last time.

Wen Mo looked away, raised his hand to stop a servant, and ordered a cocktail.

He leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his legs easily, and looked at the excitement in front of him like a bystander.

A few alpha men and women not far from him got together to talk about the latest alpha serial murder case.This is probably the biggest topic of conversation recently. All kinds of bizarre speculations are simply a nerve stimulant for everyone, and they obviously enjoy it.

Wen Mo listened to each other, and quickly finished the glass of wine. He swept around, stopped a servant with a wine tray, and took all the three glasses of cocktails on his plate Yes, the cocktails have a playful and beautiful color, and Wen Mo loves them so much that they put them in front of him, arranged them in order of height, and drank one after another.

At three o'clock, Mr. Huo was finally tired. He told Huo Yan a few words and went to take a lunch break. There was still something to do at the base, and Huo Yan was about to leave. He called Zhang Qian, "Let's go together."

Just as he was about to go out, he remembered something, turned around and looked into the lobby, Wen Mo was leaning on the sofa in the corner with his forehead propped up, his face was a little red, and his eyes were hanging down lazily.Huo Yan frowned, and walked over, "Have you been drinking?"

Wen Mo looked up at him, with a charming smile in his eyes: "Drink some."

He stood up, his gait was a little unsteady, but he barely stopped, walked towards Huo Yan very dignifiedly, and took his arm affectionately.

Huo Yan stared at him for a moment, didn't say anything, and led him out.

Zhang Qian sat in the co-driver, calmly said to the commuter: "Go to the base."

The driver nodded, and the car started slowly.

In the back seat, Wen Mo leaned gently on Huo Yan's shoulder. Huo Yan frowned, raised his chin, and sniffed against his lips, "How much did you drink?"

Wen Mo's eyebrows were gentle, and he shook his head. He put his body's center of gravity on Huo Yan, as if deliberately provoking him. Wen Mo has always been dignified and prudent outside. Huo Yan has never seen him like this before, and his heart is fresh. His face was a bit cold and hard, "If you don't know how to drink, drink less."

Wen Mo blinked, hugged Huo Yan, and rubbed the tip of his nose against the blue color of his chin, his voice was soft and hoarse, "I was wrong, please forgive me, please."

He frowned and pulled his neckline wildly, pulling the rose embroidery into a mess. Huo Yan's Adam's apple moved, and he smelled the aroma of his pheromone white tea. Looking back, the separator on the back of his neck was indeed loose. a little bit.

Huo Yan cursed silently, fastened his isolator, and pinched his waist heavily, Wen Mo let out a ouch, and looked pitifully at Huo Yan, his watery spring eyes seemed to be about to cry.Huo Yan was about to teach a lesson when a candy was already brought to his lips.

"Is it good to eat candy?"

Huo Yan's teeth bulged, he lowered his head to hold the candy, and blocked Wen Mo's lips.

The movement in the back seat naturally fell to the front. The commuter is young and tender after all. He only glanced at Zhang Qian beside him with some embarrassment, but saw that the other party was staring at the front, as if nothing happened. The commuter felt ashamed. Feeling that he was making too much fuss, he straightened his face immediately and tried to focus on the road ahead.

But what he didn't notice was that Zhang Qian's hands, which were laid flat on his legs, were slowly clenched.