Forced to marry by the most A Omega

Wen Yan's apartment is located in the best apartment complex in the whole central city, and it is also the king of buildings. One of the many advantages is that it is quiet, extremely quiet.

At this moment, Wen Yan's words seemed to activate the button of the mechanism. As soon as the words fell, Lu Shan stopped all movements, even the sound of breathing temporarily stopped.

They looked at each other with no expression, only their eyes were solemn.

The living room without windows is like a fully enclosed space isolated from the world. Putting the two of them inside, the atmosphere gradually becomes tense, as if something is about to explode.

After a while, it was Wen Yan who was the first to smile helplessly, dispelling the tense atmosphere, and said, "Don't be like an enemy like this, it's just... just I don't want us to have to talk to each other all the time." Duck said."

Lu Shan stared at him intently, and he also looked at Lu Shan with a smile.Gradually, that smile became more and more exhausted, and he couldn't hold it anymore. Finally, he took a breath and said seriously: "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, but I can't make any comments on your cooking, because I can't smell any smell, and I can't taste it. Doesn't have any flavor."

Except your breath.

Lu Shan:!

Wen Yan spread his hands and laughed at himself, "I'm just a person who has no sense of smell or taste."

Lu Shan:! …

"Why, how did this happen? Is there something wrong?" Lu Shan leaned forward, his tone urgent.

"I don't know the reason." Wen Yan shook his head and explained vaguely, "I have been very weak in smell and taste since I was born, and I completely lost it after I was five. I have already forgotten it. Strictly speaking, this is not a fatal injury, but after a long time, I will feel very boring and empty, and I don’t know what is the point of living like this.”

Lu Shan's expression changed in an instant, Wen Yan realized it, and quickly continued: "Oh, I don't have the idea of ​​committing suicide, I haven't reached that point yet, but occasionally I think about it a little seriously, and I feel... quite powerless "Wen Yan lowered his head, smiled suddenly, and when he raised his head again, his tone became much more relaxed, "But even if you are powerless, you still have to live, and you have to live desperately."

Suddenly, Lu Shan remembered the phrase "I'm too tired" that Wen Yan said in the car yesterday, and only now did he realize that the original meaning of that sentence was much deeper than what he thought at the time.

Humans have five senses, sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste.

People with hearing impairment are the most common in life, and people care about them, because everyone can imagine how terrifying the world without sound and picture is, but as for the sense of smell and taste, few people seem to figure out what it would be like to lose them. what life is like.

As Wen Yan said, it doesn't seem to be special, but if you think about it one step further, the three meals a day are tasteless, just repeating the mechanical chewing action, and so on for a week, a month, a year, ten years. Years... 20 years.

Lu Shan's scalp was numb.

What kind of torture is this?

So is the sense of smell.

What's more, what such a hidden disease brings is not only physical damage, but more importantly, mental and inner devastation.

Wen Yan said it was a secret, which meant that very few people knew about it. When he told it, he was calm, as if he had just caught a small cold. Have you ever crashed?

Suddenly, Lu Shan realized a very serious and sensitive problem. After hesitating for a while, he finally couldn't help asking: "You don't have a sense of smell, does that also mean..."

Wen Yan knew what he wanted to say, nodded and said, "Yes, I can't smell pheromone either, whether it's Alpha or Omega, I can't smell all pheromones."

Except yours.

Wen Yan looked at Lu Shan.

If there are thousands of regrets in him, then Lu Shan has thousands of surprises. In comparison, those so-called thousands of regrets are really nothing.

After accepting too much shocking information at once, Lu Shan went from bewildered to slowly digesting it, thinking that this should be the root cause of Wen Yan's refusal of marriage and personal relationship. I live an extremely simple life here, probably because of this.

"Have you seen a doctor?" Lu Shan returned to normal thinking.

Wen Yan thought for a while, then said lightly, "I've seen it before, but it's useless, forget it."

"You must not think like this." Lu Shan encouraged and analyzed seriously, "Since the illness is of unknown cause, there must be a considerable probability of recovery. I think you should keep watching. Have you only seen doctors from star C? You might as well try more. The Star Alliance is so big, each planet has its own field of expertise, and medical treatment is the same, why don't I help you..."

"Let's not talk about this for now, shall we?" Wen Yan said suddenly.

Lu Shan, who was eager to make suggestions, was taken aback for a moment.

Directly opposite him, Wen Yan was leaning on the dining chair, holding a glass of water in both hands, still smiling.

Even if he refused, his tone was still polite and tactful, but his whole body revealed deep fatigue.

Only then did Lu Shan realize that he was a little excited.

He wanted to help Wen Yan wholeheartedly, but ignored Wen Yan's feelings.Patients often resist and withdraw, and this cannot be changed overnight.

They need more sincere understanding and more patient companionship.

"Okay, let's not talk about this first, sorry Mr. Wen, I was too presumptuous."

"President Lu doesn't need to apologize." Wen Yan shook his head with a sincere face, "On the contrary, I should thank you. You care about me, and I know it." He paused, and emphasized, "Associating with President Lu, I am very happy."

Suddenly, Lu Shan opened his eyes slightly, with an expression as if he had been hit by something.

Wen Yan lowered his eyes and smiled faintly.

This "communication" is up to you to understand it as you like.

……

The top floor of the government affairs building of the traffic control system, the executor's office.

Sitting behind Wen Yan's desk was a tall and tough man, wearing a high-end custom-made black suit, with a stern face and brows, his aura was cold and fierce, which depressed the air pressure in the entire office to the extreme.

The migrant workers fled far away, but the assistant Song Song couldn't escape. He stood by the man's side in a small crouch, with his head drooping deeply.

"Where's Wen Yan?" the man asked.

"Report to Mr. Meng! Mr. Wen is sick, and I will ask for leave today." The assistant said loudly.

"Sick?" The man raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "I was fine yesterday, but today I'm so sick that I can't even go to work? This is not his style."

The assistant had no choice but to bow his head and not speak.

The man sneered, turned around in Wen Yan's chair, and said to himself, "I think he's going to fall in love."

assistant:!

"You Mr. Wen are in a relationship recently, aren't you?" the man asked.

The assistant thought yes, yesterday I had a conversation with Boss Wen's boyfriend, but he refused to admit it: "Report to Boss Meng! I, I, I, I, I don't know."

The man stared at the assistant with his eyes like knives, and sneered again after a while.

Yangcheng Siyuan Private Hospital, Dean's Office.

Lin Wenqi was wearing glasses and a big white coat. He was often distracted when he saw the medical records. Not long ago, the chatter of some nurses in the corridor lingered in his mind.

"I heard that Mr. Wen is in a relationship. You said, it can't be with our dean, right?"

"It's possible, why don't you ask?"

"Why don't you ask..."

"It's time for the dean to think about getting married. It doesn't count that Wen is always an Alpha. In other respects, they are both right!"

"What about Alpha and Alpha? It's open now!"

……

Lin Wenqi took off his glasses and took a deep breath, with a deep expression on his face.

The item that Wen Yan is alpha does not exist at all.

But the problem is that even if everyone in this world thinks they are right, Wen Yan himself doesn't think so, so what can he do?

Central City University.

19-year-old Yu Chen sat alone on a bench by the lake.The exquisite and beautiful Omega boy is matched with the beautiful scenery. The picture is very beautiful. The only fly in the ointment is the Omega's always drooping face.

He took out his mobile phone every now and then, and repeatedly opened the top dialog box, and there were still only messages sent by himself on the entire screen.

What's going on, Brother Xiaoyan hasn't replied since yesterday!

It's okay to reply slowly at ordinary times, but now it's still...

Brother Xiaoyan won't really fall in love like the rumors say, right?

How can it be!

He clearly, clearly is...

Hmph, he didn't believe that there would be an Omega more suitable for Brother Xiaoyan than him in the entire Star Alliance!

It's best that the rumors are false, otherwise...

bah bah bah!

Yu Chen stomped his feet vigorously, thinking to himself, otherwise, definitely not!It must be fake!

……

There was a turbulent undercurrent in the outside world, but Wen Yan didn't realize it, and still guarded the peace with Lu Shan in his own world.

He didn't want to talk about the misery all day long, and he didn't want their relationship to become sad, so he only pointed out the physical problem, and then laughed easily.

"Speaking of which, although I can't comment on the taste of your steak, I can comment on the texture." Wen Yan picked up the knife and fork again, chewed slowly and said, "It would be better if it was a little more tender."

"Thank you for tasting, I will pay attention next time." Lu Shan also continued to eat.

"Oh, do you mean that you will make it for me again?" Wen Yan asked seriously.

The secret narrowed the distance between the two. At this time, Lu Shan had already regarded Wen Yan as a friend, so not only would he not feel embarrassed by such sudden strange jokes, but he could even pick up the conversation freely.

So he raised his eyebrows and said as it should: "Always ready to serve Mr. Wen."

Wen Yan showed a satisfied expression, and praised: "Boss Lu plays the piano well."

"I only remember that one, intermittently, recalling it while playing it, but I still don't remember many of them." Lu Shan was ashamed, "Let Mr. Wen, an expert, see a joke."

"Why do you say that?"

The two chatted while eating, and between the movements, the tableware made a scattered light sound.

Lu Shan smiled and said, "Although I can play, I never thought about having a piano at home, so since Mr. Wen did this, he must be a master."

"Maybe it's just for decoration?" Wen Yan said casually.

Lu Shan shook his head, "How is it possible?"

This sentence sounds like a meaningless rebuttal, but it is actually extremely rich in content: first, Wen Yan is not a person who likes to follow the formality at all; second, from a family like Wen Yan, piano is a compulsory course; third It was Wen Yan's hand, with long but not weak knuckles, strong joints, no nails on the fingertips, round fingertips, and a thin layer of calluses.

That is the hand that has played the piano for many years.

"Can I ask Mr. Wen to teach me a song later?" Lu Shan asked expectantly after finishing his meal and clearing the plate.

Wen Yan shook his head, quite resolutely.

Lu Shan was silent for a moment, put his arm on the dining chair next to him, raised his chin, showing a bit of arrogance, looked at Wen Yan and asked, "Is it because I am not worthy of listening to Mr. Wen playing the piano?"

"No." Wen Yan took a sip of water leisurely, looking unhurried.

"Huh? Why is that?"

Wen Yan put down his water glass, raised his head, his eyes without glasses curved into a wanton smile.

He looked at Lu Shan and said gently and gently

"Because I still want to have a next time, is that okay? Mr. Lu."

The final sound of the word "ah" dragged slightly, with a little bit of affection, desire and unwillingness.

Lu Shan was in a trance for a moment, his heart froze suddenly, and he became restless.

Come on, you win again.