Weak Chicken Alpha Divorce Strategy

You want to spend some time alone with him, and you're afraid you won't have the chance to tell him later.

This state is really bad. Normally, you would let yourself run fifty laps to calm down. This is irrational, and anything irrational is a defective product, including yourself.

"I don't think you are unimportant."

You apologize again, although you don't know if this is useful, you just hope he can feel better, but Iger looks bad, he didn't let Xiao Z come over, and he didn't respond to your apology.

You waited patiently, and after a while, he said: "Lance, you need someone who can help you in every way, and I also want to try a real marriage. It may not be appropriate to propose a divorce at this time, but After tonight, I'm afraid I won't be able to make a decision. You are a qualified speaker, an excellent Omega, there is no doubt about it, but there is too little support I can give you. I may not be able to do it until this matter is over. , I will mention this to my father and he will agree, please don’t worry.”

You were silent, and finally nodded calmly: "If you want, I have no objection."

You are behind him, and you can't see Iger's expression. He hummed and didn't look back: "Then I will take care of this matter, please don't worry."

Strange that you didn't leave and neither did he.

You leaned down, hugged him from behind, and said politely, "Goodbye."

You know how to subvert a family without bloodshed, and how to attack a veteran soldier, but you don't know how to treat your young lover.

The ruler of childhood will only fall when you make mistakes, urging you to study without stopping, and later it becomes a thread in your brain, beating you hard, guiding everything in your life, playing around is wrong, Emotions are wrong, you have to be silent, learn to use all available conditions, you have to be calm and rational, everything in this world can be exchanged with chips, as long as you have the right to speak, you will always be the winner on the poker table .

You think so, it has been a matter of course for many years, but Iger is different, he is something you want to keep.

You can keep him, you know he will, Iger is that good, you know, but you know you can't.

You are too bad.

"Goodbye," you say again, delaying the hug.

His voice became very strange, as if there was a snare drum in his chest, or a bellows, bang bang, wheezing, and the cup of hot cocoa fell to the ground, but he still maintained the ridiculous posture of holding the cup.

You couldn't help but kissed his forehead, as if comforting.

Those lake blue eyes that are always smiling are looking at you fixedly, but the voice is raised.

"I said, don't do things that will misunderstand me." He suddenly grabbed your clothes and said in a broken state, "You are sick."

You froze for a moment, then reached out to hold his arm to keep him from falling: "Your injury."

He looked even angrier: "What on earth do you mean."

"Go to hell Lance, you deserve to be single, you deserve it!"

It's not like what Iger would say, his eyes were red, tears flowed out suddenly, and he rudely wiped them away.

Feeling overwhelmed, you hugged him in a panic.

"I'm sorry, Iger."

"Go away."

He pushed and shoved rudely, and you heard your own voice, they escaped the restraint and your throat, from the heart, or the soul, or wherever in the internal organs, a low, humble apology: "I love you."

iger.

I love you.

You let go, and he froze in your arms, like a ridiculous puppet.

"What did you say?"

"I love you."

Your monotonous, dry repetition.

You hear your own voice.

Calm is like making an announcement.

Bland and bland.

But it seems that you are fishing in the air, or lighting a fire in an ice cube. This sentence is so incompatible with you that it makes people suspicious. Iger’s puppet-like expression slowly melts. He looks at you tentatively, full of doubts He was unsure, and then turned his head to look at the guarded soldiers around him, Dana with his arms folded, and the pale Demir, as if looking for something to prove this sentence.

Someone is looking for you, the secretary is holding piles of documents, the instructors are waiting condensedly, the clock is ticking, you should be anywhere, you should not stay here, there are doctors, security department, many people .

They gathered around you, waiting for you to quickly deal with this unexpected situation and get back to work, but now they are all frozen in place, as if by magic.

And the source of your magic.

You say you love him.

You actually know that your tone is not honest enough, not touching enough, you are not good at communication and communication, you have been like this since you were a child, you are a ruler of the most standard interests, you are a knife without a front, and you are commanding the gun in your hand chips.

It's a pity that people are not born ruthless. You come from disorder, cry when you land, turn a blind eye to this world full of rules and obligations, and only know greedy demands.

But fortunately, someone has set a standard for this. You only need to follow this framework to implement, and you can stay away from pain and punishment. Make rules and rewards and punishments, snooping everywhere, it says you're doing it wrong, Lance, put your hand out.

It said yes Lance, you did.

The red one is pain, and I can't go out. The screaming and crying in the dark room are a net that cannot escape.

You often play two rooms, it's sometimes the cat and the maid, sometimes it's the toy and the book, it's sometimes dead, sometimes it's alive, and the hands push you behind it.

Go ahead, Lance, and take one of the two rooms.

You choose a puppy, and it will bring you the body of your maid. You choose a toy, and you must starve for two days as punishment. It laughs at your stupidity and reprimands you for being impulsive. You walk from one end to the other on both sides of a cliff. , from ignorance and ignorance at the beginning, to the choice that can weigh the pros and cons in the end.

There are more and more rooms, more and more dead and living things, you can handle it with ease, it seems that it is not as difficult as you chose the puppy and the maid at the beginning, you have thought about it, but you don’t know, it seems that this is the way the world is, Take one and there can be no other.

But Iger is not a subordinate waiting for your decision-making, not a political opponent who is afraid of you hating you, so the methods you are good at are useless to him.

You want to tell him, don't feel bad for Iger.

So you try to retrieve the appropriate word from the scarce thesaurus, but for some reason you repeat the sentence over and over again.

You say I love you, many times.

You stand in the same place, covered with a thick, unshakable cold shell, you can't see your own expression, you don't need to guess the reaction of others, you don't need his reply, you just want to tell him.

But he didn't seem moved, "You don't understand what you're talking about, Lance." He looked at you strangely, and sighed lowly, as if he didn't know what to do with you.

no.

You know what you're talking about.

But these words are harder to say than the sentence I love you.

You can't explain it.

"I don't want to." End the marriage.

You are serious and calm, but this is a sentence without beginning and end. Iger can't help but look at you worriedly. He is so surprised that he seems to want to ask you what's going on.

"Lance!"

You heard Iger's voice of pain, you suddenly reacted, squatted down, hugged him, and said, "I don't want to."

"what?"

"End the marriage."

There was a funny smile on his face, as if he couldn't adjust his state for a moment, that cold and alienated look changed, and he became the familiar, soft Iger.

You repeated the words once, Iger didn't understand why, he felt that he should be angry, so he wanted to put on an angry face, but he muttered worriedly in his mouth that he was crazy, what happened and so on.

He called your name repeatedly, as if wanting to confirm your identity, you answered again and again, carried him into the suspension car, and said, "See you tonight."

Iger sat beside you quietly, he wanted to speak, but stopped his mouth, his lake blue eyes looked at you from time to time, you felt that he thought you were sick.

Possibly, you don't know.

The author has something to say: Justice falls from the sky, diamonds fall, so why should I torture _(:з」∠)_