How can I know the strategy? It's all because my wife loves me

There was a lot of noise in the box, with people shouting, drinking and going crazy.

After Mo Yang opened the door, the light from outside shone directly in, making the box quiet for a moment.

"Who is it?" Chi Heng came forward holding a glass of wine, and took a closer look at Mo Yang. "It's you. What are you doing here?"

"Wen Hongxuan," Mo Yang ignored him and turned his head to look at the person in the corner through the crowd, "Come here."

"No, what right do you have to talk to Hongxuan like that? Who are you to him? Do you have the right to tell him what to do?"

Chi Heng spoke without thinking because he wanted to protect Wen Hongxuan and because he was a little impulsive after drinking.

"Ayang," Wen Hongxuan wanted to throw himself into Mo Yang's arms, but seeing that his face was not very good, he gave up the idea and just pulled his sleeve and stood aside obediently.

"Ah."

Mo Yang responded, looked down at Wen Hongxuan's hand that was carefully grasping his sleeve, and said in a deep voice to Wen Hongxuan,

"Wen Hongxuan, tell him who I am to you."

When Mo Yang said this, his eyes couldn't help but flash.

He didn't know whether Wen Hongxuan was awake now, nor did he know how Wen Hongxuan would answer.

Rather than telling Chi Heng, it would be more accurate to say that Mo Yang himself wanted to know.

He really wanted to know, as long as Wen Hongxuan was willing, Mo Yang would agree even if it meant replacing someone else.

Wen Hongxuan chuckled, hugged Mo Yang's arm and put his face close to his, "You are my husband, I know."

"Okay." Mo Yang didn't feel happy when he heard the answer. He just glanced at Chi Heng calmly and said, "Did you hear that? Don't bring him to places like this in the future."

After Mo Yang finished speaking, he bent down, put his arms around Wen Hongxuan's knees and picked him up. Wen Hongxuan felt Mo Yang's breath and immediately put his arms around his neck and lay on his shoulder.

Chi Heng was still a little drunk, but after hearing Wen Hongxuan's words, he sobered up a lot.

What, what husband?

How could Wen Hongxuan, an S-level alpha, have a husband? !

He didn't drink much, did he? Just now, in order to prevent Wen Hongxuan from drinking too much, Chi Heng had clearly blocked the wine that was handed over. What on earth was this guy talking about? !

Chi Heng looked up at Wen Hongxuan, trying to get some clues from his eyes.

But Wen Hongxuan now wanted to bury himself in Mo Yang's arms and didn't even glance at Chi Heng.

"Ayang, I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Wen Hongxuan didn't know how much consciousness he was still in. He rubbed against Mo Yang's neck like a kitten that had suffered great injustice. His warm breath swept lightly around Mo Yang's glands, making his entire neck feel a little restless.

"Wen Hongxuan, do you know who you are talking to?" Mo Yang carried him out of the club and prepared to put him in the passenger seat.

But Wen Hongxuan's arms seemed to be glued to Mo Yang, and he refused to let go no matter what, holding on to Mo Yang tightly and refusing to get down.

"I don't want it. I want you to hold me, Ayang. I don't want you to let go."

Wen Hongxuan acted like a rogue and refused to let go, and Mo Yang didn't dare to use force for fear of hurting him. He struggled at the car door for a long time and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his body.

"Wen Hongxuan," Mo Yang leaned against the car door and panted with some resignation, still holding the rogue who was unwilling to let go, "If you make trouble again, I will leave you here."

After Mo Yang finished speaking, Wen Hongxuan suddenly became quiet.

He neither spoke nor moved his arms and legs and stopped making any noise.

Mo Yang thought that his words to scare him had worked. Just as he was about to carry Wen Hongxuan into the car, he suddenly felt two warm sensations on his neck, flowing from the place where Wen Hongxuan was lying along the skin to his collarbone.

Then came the sound of the person on my shoulder sobbing softly, wanting to cry but trying hard to control himself so as not to make any sound.

Mo Yang's mind went blank for a moment, and his whole body froze in place, unable to think.

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Yang didn't expect that just one sentence from him could make this person cry, "Wen Hongxuan, why are you crying?"

Mo Yang's heart ached at his low sobs, and he didn't know if it was because of annoyance or something else.

Wen Hongxuan didn't move, as if he was really hit.

Mo Yang felt a panic in his heart, and his whole body began to weaken due to panic.

"I was just trying to scare you. I didn't mean to leave you here."

Mo Yang lifted Wen Hongxuan to himself, thought for a moment and explained, "Wen Hongxuan, stop crying, okay? What do you want? I won't be mean to you anymore. I'll listen to you, okay?"

"You don't want me." Wen Hongxuan finally moved, hugged Mo Yang's neck and rubbed his neck.

"I don't want you. How could I not want you?" Mo Yang didn't know what to say.

Isn't it just being a substitute?

Although Mo Yang still felt a little uncomfortable, since Wen Hongxuan was crying, how could Mo Yang say anything harsh?

There is nothing that cannot be done. After all, the person is in his hands, and no matter what happens in the future, he will not let him escape.

"You are mean to me and treat me badly. You don't love me anymore." Wen Hongxuan complained in a low and aggrieved voice.

"It's my fault," Mo Yang sighed, "It's my fault. I had a quarrel with you. I won't be mean to you anymore, okay?"

"Why don't you say you love me?" Wen Hongxuan was still not satisfied.

"I," Mo Yang didn't want to say such things to a drunkard. After all, he and Wen Hongxuan had not made their relationship clear before this. "You are drunk. I don't like drunk Hongxuan. Let's talk about it when you are sober."

Wen Hongxuan was silent for a few seconds, as if he was understanding Mo Yang's words.

"Then you mark me," Wen Hongxuan raised his hand to remove the barrier patch behind his neck, shook his calves, and put the gland at the back of his neck close to Mo Yang's mouth, "You can bite it."

"..."

Does this guy know what he is talking about?!

"Wen Hongxuan," Mo Yang closed his eyes, trying to ignore the sandalwood and rose pheromones in front of him, and the throbbing glands on the back of his neck, "I just think you are unconscious and I won't bother with you."

Mo Yang even laughed angrily as he spoke, gritting his teeth and saying, "I'll wait until you wake up, Wen Hongxuan. I hope you still have the courage to invite me like this by then."

After saying that, he reached into the car and found a spare barrier patch, put it on Wen Hongxuan again, and asked him sideways, "Will you come home with me?"

Wen Hongxuan had become much more obedient, but he still held Mo Yang tightly.

She nodded weakly when Mo Yang asked her question, but when Mo Yang was about to take action, she quickly changed her words, "No, no, I have to go back to my parents' house. They are going to break my legs."

"..."

Mo Yang took a deep breath, and for the first time he found that he still had so much patience, "If you don't go home today, your parents are going to break your legs?"

Wen Hongxuan on his shoulder nodded weakly.

Mo Yang couldn't help laughing, "Wen Hongxuan, if I were your parents, I wouldn't let you go out today!"

"You are the husband, not the parents," Wen Hongxuan corrected.

Mo Yang shook his head and ignored him, pinching the back of his neck and said, "Now sit back in the passenger seat and I'll take you back to the Wen family. Can you be good?"

Wen Hongxuan nodded and loosened his grip on Mo Yang a little.

Mo Yang finally put the human pendant down, fastened his seat belt, and sat back in the driver's seat.

"Can you still tell me your home address?"

Mo Yang tilted his head and asked, and the next second, a destination and driving route popped up on the car's electronic screen.

Mo Yang raised his eyebrows and glanced at the in-car electronic screen that seemed to have become a spirit, wondering if there was anything else here besides the two of them.

"Hold hands." Wen Hongxuan stretched out his palm towards Mo Yang, his eyes full of anticipation.

"I want to drive. It's not safe to hold hands."

Wen Hongxuan's eyes dimmed instantly.

Mo Yang pulled his hand over and covered his thigh, "Is this okay?"

It seems that it is possible, because Wen Hongxuan's eyes brightened up significantly.