wife who doesn't lie

"There is no problem in the west, please rest assured, Chief Huo." The middle-aged man in front of him said confidently, he was full of ambition, "We have at least 70% of the votes of the congressmen."

"Okay, I can't take it off, I'm the only one who asks." Huo Yan's lips curled up, and he turned to another man sitting on the sofa next to him, "You have a plan for next year."

This man who often appeared on current affairs news smiled, and with the strong support of the Huo family, it meant that the top spot in the federal government was about to be won. He poured wine for Huo Yan respectfully, "Thank you Huo Yan Mister Cultivation."

Huo Yan tilted his head back and drank the last bit of wine in the glass.

This is a cloud beyond the reach of federal citizens. The territory of power has been cut ahead of time like a piece of cake. The democracy that public opinion insists on here is just a joke for politicians to play with power.

Things went smoothly, Huo Yan was in a good mood, it was rare to drink a lot of wine, he was a little hot, he couldn't help exhaling, and leaned heavily on the sofa, a young man with a delicate and beautiful appearance immediately came up to him, and gave him his heart. He offered a lighted cigar.

Huo Yan was startled by this deja vu action, and couldn't help but look at the boy. Under the dim light, the boy's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to his own Omega. Huo Yan had a thought, couldn't help pinching his face, and lowered his head like teasing Kissed him on the cheek.

Old General Mo of the Xicheng Military Region laughed when he saw this, "I know you are Omega, you see, I gave you my favorite child."

He bit his cigar, and smiled meaningfully, "I know you don't like sex, I specially saved the chick for you, you have to take it easy, don't let me break it."

The Omega boy's face was flushed, and he hung his neck and hid in Huo Yan's arms. He was like a shy animal. Huo Yan bit his cigar, hugged him on his lap, and squinted at him. , It is indeed somewhat similar to Wen Mo, it is rare that this old guy, Mori Valley, can stay until now and not spoil it, he asked him, "How old is it?"

The boy blushed even more, and replied shyly, "Sir, I... I just came of age."

Huo Yan stared drunkenly, the boy hid in his arms more and more shyly, Huo Yan laughed, hugged him, pinched his waist, only to find that although his waist was thin, but There is not much meat, and the touch is not as good as imagined. Unlike the Omega in his room, which looks slender but even in flesh and bones, when pinched, the snow-white soft meat seems to overflow from between the fingers. Huo Yan is almost impossible. He snorted.

The teenager rested his head lightly on his shoulder, exposing the isolator on the back of his neck.

Huo Yan raised his fingertips, and the boy writhed unbearably, as if he was about to cry, "Sir..."

His voice was trembling, and Huo Yan's nose moved. Sure enough, he had already injected Omega pheromone, and a faint breath had quietly dispersed from the gap in the isolator.

The high degree of fit of the artificially created pheromone made Huo Yan quite emotional. He untied his isolator, pinched the slightly swollen gland, and the boy trembled violently, appearing very disturbed.

Politicians were amazed and praised: "Officer Huo's luck has always been so good, it just so happens that he is in heat."

The boy's face was flushed, his voice was almost like crying, and he trembled, "Sir..."

Huo Yan's eyes darkened slightly, and he asked him, "Uncomfortable?"

The young man nodded and shrunk even tighter. Huo Yan smiled, lowered his head and kissed his eyebrows and eyes that looked like another person.

These dignitaries in the western region supported by the Huo family naturally knew how to wink, and immediately found excuses to leave with Xiao Qinger. The living room that had been sensual just now was suddenly empty, leaving Huo Yan and the boy.

Huo Yan became even more drunk, pinched the boy's face, overwhelmed him, and kissed that increasingly similar face.

When Huo Yan was enjoying the estrus of an omega, Wen Mo was also in estrus, but this time, he didn't suffer hard.

Wen Mo's estrus came quickly and violently.

He felt that he was going to be dehydrated, he hooked Zhang Qian's neck, almost crying, he kept calling Zhang Qian for help, Zhang Qian's heart was in a mess, he was in pain, his soul was hooked Halfway through, Zhang Qian knew that Wen Mo was born well, but he had never seen him like this before. He just felt that the words in the world could not describe his beauty, but he was the only one who saw and enjoyed all of this—— He knew that this was the first estrous period for this omega to be appeased.

Zhang Qian coaxed him in a low voice, and kissed him sticky and sticky. He was no more emotional than at this moment, and his cold brows had already softened like water—the person in front of him was so helpless, and he cried out tremblingly with tears in his eyes, It seemed that he was the only one who could save him in the whole world.

Zhang Qian thought, no matter what, he must accompany him through the next estrus period.

He didn't want anyone to see him like this.

When Huo Yan came back from the west, Wen Mo had successfully passed his estrus period. This was Wen Mo's first such relaxed estrus period. Thanks to Zhang Qian's careful company, he passed it very easily and was carefully comforted The influence of the estrus period on an omega is obvious. His skin is glowing softly, and the corners of his eyes are full of charm. Every time the alphas in the teaching base lose their minds, they have a dark and dangerous unspeakable covetous—— But he didn't dare to approach half a point.

When Huo Yan returned to the base, he noticed the subtle changes in his Omega. Huo Yan looked at him as if he had become a little plump, like a spring flower full of juice, stretching delicately and prettyly, and the sweet juice that seemed to overflow in his mouth after one bite .

Wen Mo was still like returning home every time, knelt on the ground and took off his shoes for him, and put on the indoor mop lightly, he raised his head, with a gentle smile and attachment on his face.Huo Yan couldn't help holding him in his arms, and pinched his slender waist. His hands were soft and flexible, and his teeth began to itch again. He thought, this body still won his heart the most.

That night, without Huo Yan saying anything, Wen Mo consciously served Huo Yan comfortably and carefreely. Wen Mo took advantage of his soft ears and asked him to do some things. After the things were done, he took a lot of money. A few days later, the funds that did not go through his account escaped the federal funds supervision and were remitted to certain accounts through a series of operations.

A soldier with the rank of second lieutenant knocked on the door, and a low voice came in from inside.

He pushed the door open and walked in quickly, with a serious expression on his face, "Major, the clue is broken again."

Recently, they got hold of a suspected staff member of the "Gospel Godsend" clinic, but in less than half a day, the other party disappeared vigilantly and was nowhere to be found.

Zhang Qian frowned, he clenched his fists heavily, feeling a little anxious, this alpha serial murder case has never been solved, this is almost the biggest stain in his career.

His special operations department can almost be said to be the elite of the elite. Any incident that the military is inconvenient to intervene in the open is handed over to him, and he has never disappointed. However, it has been more than half a year. There was still no clue about the serial murder case. Even if some clues were found, they would be cut off quickly, as if there was an invisible hand preventing them from investigating.

Zhang Qian felt a headache, told his subordinates a few words, and let him go out.

While rubbing his brows, Wen Mo came in in a neat military uniform.

He held the folder and put it down, like a conscientious subordinate, he looked at Zhang Qian gently, "Major, this is the information you want."

What Zhang Qian is most passionate about is work, but at this moment, he has put down work.

He took Wen Mo's hand, pulled him in front of him, then wrapped his arms around Wen Mo's waist, and buried his face in his thin chest.

Wen Mo lowered his eyes, and after a while, he gently hugged his head, took his hands and gently smoothed his hair, and asked, "Tired?"

Zhang Qian didn't answer, but took a deep breath of his scent.

Wen Mo lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair, and said softly, "I'll come in at noon and give you a massage, okay?"

Zhang Qian didn't speak, but pulled Wen Mo's neck and gave him a deep kiss.

At noon, Wen Mo called Huo Yan's guards to confirm that he was still in a meeting at the conference center and would not come back to look for him. Taking advantage of no one passing by, he hugged another stack of documents and knocked on Zhang Qian's door again. Office door.

After one o'clock, the office was quiet, and the door of the lounge was tightly closed. In the dark room, clothes were scattered everywhere, and there was an unstoppable heat wave.

This is a secret and unspeakable passion, a filth hidden in the dark that cannot be seen from the sun. This venting made Zhang Qian completely relaxed. He is originally a vigorous person and has no habit of taking a nap, but this time, He fell asleep with Wen Mo in his arms.

When the breathing behind him became heavy and even, Wen Mo got up quietly, grabbed a shirt and put it on casually, and got out of bed lightly.

He walked to Zhang Qian's desk lightly like a cat, rummaged around, and then opened Zhang Qian's computer desktop. Wen Mo observed his lock screen password input actions many times, and he had already tried the correct one. After the lock screen was opened, he quickly and calmly browsed through the information in each folder, and then took out a miniature camera to take pictures of a few files.

Then he restored everything he touched to its original state, and quietly returned to the lounge.

The man was still in a deep sleep, Wen Mo stood beside the bed and looked at him silently for a long time, then he lowered his head and kissed his forehead.

"Zhang Qian..."

Zhang Qian tugged him in a daze, trying to take him into his arms, but Wen Mo struggled, and said softly, "I should go back."

Zhang Qian squeezed his hand in dissatisfaction, put it against his cheek, and finally let him go.

Wen Mo gently knocked on the door and went out.