Weak Chicken Alpha Divorce Strategy

[The last chapter from the wife's perspective]

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one day.

Two days,

On the third night, you finally take care of most things and rush to Iger's house.

There are a lot of sunflowers planted at the door of his house, which are ordinary goose yellow, and there are a few pots of daisies near the door. Iger likes daisies and round plants very much, and has some childish hobbies.

You knocked on the door, and waited for about a minute before you heard the sound of walking inside the door. You judged that his injury had been well treated, so he was almost able to walk.

"Lance."

The door opened, Iger came out in his pajamas, he hugged a gray pillow, looked behind you, there was no one else: "What happened?"

You shook your head: "I want to show you something."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"But it's late now, next time."

You were silent for a moment, then nodded: "OK."

It may take a long time next time. You turn around and prepare to leave, but Iger suddenly stops you. He rubbed the center of his brows, looking very helpless and a little annoyed: "Wait a minute, I think I need to change my clothes."

"it is good."

15 minutes later, you bring him to the Uloche house, you say wait, and you open the door.

You pulled him and walked through the garden. The roses in the garden were blooming like flames. You didn’t feel it, but Iger stopped and said puzzledly: “I don’t remember... I seem to have planted some before, but there are so many of them ?"

After he moved out, you planted a little more, but you didn't think it was a very important thing, so you didn't answer. If he liked it, you stayed for a while, but Iger didn't seem to be interested. He just looked back and forth suspiciously, facing you Silence, and said discouragedly: "Okay, where are we going?"

You lead him into the long corridor behind the garden, and step into the long and narrow stairs side by side. His arms are close to yours, very warm.

There are not many steps, and they reached the end soon. An old mottled iron door stood quietly in the dim light at the end.

Time seems to be contaminated with its decaying smell, becoming slow and long. You support him, step by step, and hear the sound of your boots stepping on the bluestone bricks, your heart beats restlessly in your chest , you walk up to it.

He looked at you, hesitantly put his fingers on the iron door, as if he was thinking, after a while, he pushed hard.

The door made a dull and heavy creaking sound, and wisps of light came through from behind, illuminating the dimly lit corridor.

He stood there silently, looking at the paintings all over the room.

It's all his.

"Do you want me to see the painting?" He leaned against the wall, his back to you, and whispered.

You shook your head and took him to the study. You showed him the heavy ruler, one intact and one broken, and then the second floor, those special rooms, the puppy and part of the maid's bones, Finally there was a ring, which was thrown away and only one was found.

You are calm and silent, showing the most important things in your life one by one.

You can't start from the beginning, so you express yourself in a mess.

You talked about things when you were a child and things when you grew up. You didn't notice that Iger was getting more and more shocked and anxious. He seemed to have lost his voice and didn't know what to do.

You carefully state reserved feelings from the past and what you want to say now.

You said the spruce and purple bluebells in the Lawrence family. When you first met him, you saw him running from the other side of the lawn into the woods, with a lively brown dog at his feet.

You talk about your day-to-day work, the steward who taught you what you grew up with, what you got and what you need to exchange, your responsibilities and missions, the status and honor of the Ulochi family.

You talk about your teacher who sympathized with you as a kid, you ask him why, and the next day he disappears from the house.

You once released a pigeon in the castle, it flew over the high wall, and flew to the beach far away, it should be very happy, then Egger who asked to leave Uloch's house should be the same as that white pigeon .

You stay here, but Iger deserves better, so you didn't keep him when he left you the first time, you didn't want to drag him back, that white dove should be happier in the woods and on the beach.

You talked about the attack three days ago and were honest about your thoughts.

You said that the war between the Empire and the Alliance has actually come to an end. The battle on the front line is far from optimistic. There are corpses and graves everywhere. The soldiers have not returned home for a long time.

You said that the merchants who sold weapons for profit during the war, as well as the warlords behind them, and the general with a broken arm actually had three sons dead, but he insisted on celebrating their birthdays every year. You gave him a bottle of wine, Tell him the war is over.

You explain why you came back and why you let him move back to the main house. It may be chaotic recently. Both the main station faction and the main peace faction are trying to attack each other at any cost and means.

You said that some of the soldiers on the front line were actually very young, one year younger than him. You said that after you came back, you went to visit some parents who lost their children, wives who lost their husbands, and crying children.

Then apologize to them, say sorry, because you could have brought them home earlier, but because of the general election, so it took some time, you habitually weigh the pros and cons, get favorable conditions for most people, and then give up some of them .

You said earlier, the conversation with Iger’s father on the eve of the wedding, you said I’m sorry I hurt you, I can’t explain my words, because that’s what you thought at the time.

You use your marriage as a bargaining chip.

He doesn't know what a bad person you are.

You are even glad that he doesn't know you that much, and maybe he doesn't love you that much, he can have better things.

If love is parting, cutting open a person's heart, then you can give him the extra part.

You can do without these.

You are used to being ruthless, you don’t care about being alone, the track trains of life come and go, never stop, but one day it breaks through the track, leans towards the unknown, smashes the rules you built for yourself, your world finally ushers in Guest, a smiling, gentle alpha.

You solemnly hugged him into your arms, and Chen Ken sincerely praised him for his really good paintings. Your lack of language turned this seemingly grandiose confession into a dry show.

No tears, no laughter, your silence and his silence, your voice and his.

"Okay, what about now." He smiled ugly: "Are you going to end this marriage?"

"I don't want to, but I respect you."

You kiss his forehead, sit with him on the sofa, full of apology: "You don't have to make any choice, you can do anything, including leave me."

He stared at you blankly.

You couldn't help but kissed the corner of his mouth, and then said your final farewell calmly.

You said that there are not so many unavoidable feelings and insincere words in life. What happens is a choice that must be made and the corresponding consequences must be borne.

"Iger, you are free and whole."

You originally wanted to ask him, can you go to see him in the future, do nothing, maybe drink a cup of tea, but you feel that this request is overstepping.

So you're silent, and whisper a little begging, can you wait a little longer?There's been a lot going on lately, it's not safe, and when the election is over, it'll all be over, Iger.

You explain and confess to him, you want him to be happy, if he chooses to leave you, because it's not his fault, you say, Iger, I'm not that good, I can't like what you like, I don't understand Why grow flowers, why look at the stars, waves, wind, plants and puppies at night, it doesn't make sense.

"I don't understand why you hug them."

Your voice is as indifferent as your expression, so indifferent that there is no change.

You like Iger, so you like the sound of his feet on the floor when he approaches you, you like him watering the sunflowers, you like the house with him, but you can't look at them without Iger.

So you feel sorry and tell Iger that I can ask you anything.

Countless times you've had to choose between puppies and handmaids, lovers and responsibilities, and you don't want him to repeat the process.

Iger's expression was dull, he stared at you blankly, as if he didn't react, he was silent for a long time, then suddenly said.

"Why are you telling me this, you've never said that before."

You lower your head, think for a while, and answer truthfully: "I don't want to end this marriage."

Iger let out a soft grunt in his throat, and then bent his eyes. He seemed to find it funny, his lake blue eyes were soft, and his nose sounded a bit buzzing for some reason.

"You're sick, Lance."

You stared at him and nodded hesitantly.

The author has something to say: the last chapter from the wife's perspective

This seems like a bitter cake, but it should be quite sweet!

☆, finale

【Egger】

After that day, a lot of big things happened, but you didn’t care much about them. You moved back to Lance’s house, and Wally was there. The red-haired and white-skinned beta disappeared, and Lance sent him back to the empire. Of course, if you do a little processing, you may lose a little memory.

The Iron Blood Corps carried out a big integration and purge, some people disappeared from the file quietly, you know, someone has to pay for the terrorist attack that day, Lance did not shy away from you when dealing with these things, you saw the military doctor With photos of some others, he fit the list and put the rest of the papers into the shredder.

You watched the photo of the military doctor being shredded, and suddenly became interested, and asked the speaker who he was.

This time he didn't answer right away, but asked you what you think of the Iger's family, but you don't have a opinion, you think they are far less kind than the sunflowers in the garden.

Lance seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and told you lightly that the Iger family is related to the arms business on the battlefield, and their interests are related, and they are biased towards the main station faction, so this election has secretly caused a lot of trouble for Lance, because of the long-term cooperation, More familiar reasons, some troubles caused Lance a headache, such as this military doctor, who was also cleared because he secretly had contact with them.

Subconsciously, Lance might want to do something to the Iger family?You muttered, always feeling that the doctor looked familiar, but the shredder was swallowed up so fast that you didn't have time to remember it.

You lived in the main house until after the election and didn't move out after that, and it took you a while to readjust.

There is an old housekeeper in Lance's family that you don't like. You need to do some mental construction and try to ignore him. After all, he accompanied Lance to grow up and should be an important person.

It's just that once when you were painting, he spoke coldly to you, and was bumped by Lance who suddenly went home to get the materials. He stood in the shadow and listened for a while, and when he came out, he looked even more ruthless than usual. .

But he didn’t say anything. After taking the documents, he gave you a hug and continued to work. He brought you cakes and flowers when he came home at night. A little aesthetic.

But you still accepted it. He said a lot to you at night, mostly apologetic words. Well, he also took the initiative once. You pretended to be angry and hoped to come a few more times... But it’s not your fault, it’s him. You pushed his genital cavity hard, and you comforted him when he cried, so it's not your fault that he can't talk at work the next day.

But this matter can't delay him from going to work. You probably summed it up, Lance, your speaker's wife doesn't have the empathy ability to read words and expressions, and she can't guess your thoughts at all. Do you want to tell him directly or not? Enough.

You got up very late that day, went downstairs to drink water, and planned to finish the portrait painting ordered by others today, so at night, you found out that the old housekeeper had turned into a young fat alpha, who talked a lot, and his hobby was growing flowers.

But you can pretend you didn't notice it and get angry again.

You ask him at night.

"Can I?"

Lance whimpered and nodded.

Ok.

You've already asked his opinion.

【Lance】

Iger began to become less restrained, used to living in your home, and began to be a little nonsensical, he would send you a message, asking if you are coming back at night?

You often spend a little time looking for wording. Iger stipulates the number of words. You can’t just answer one word, at least one paragraph, including commas, full stops, hello, exclamation points. Sentences should be combined with long and short sentences, and the writing should be beautiful. There is also a need for metaphors. Of course, some scenery or environmental descriptions can be properly presented at the beginning.

The first time you post [um, come back. ]

Iger's reply was quick […]

[Let me give you a template...]

[Dear Iger!I can go home tonight, do you want me to get something from the store?I really hope to see you soon, thinking that when I can't see you, others can see you, my heart is like being soaked in lemons, sour, I hope time will pass quickly, I will wait for you to go home. ]

You copied and pasted efficiently and changed the name.

After a while [Lance, I'll wait for you at home] followed by a calm smile jpg.

you:"……"

Unlike you, Iger doesn't distribute every day evenly. Most of the time he is very casual. Occasionally you are with him, and he is watering flowers on the balcony, talking about all the troubles of mixing paint.

You agree, continue to read, pay attention to him, lest he forgets to hold the kettle in his hand when he is talking too happily, and is smashed to the foot. Iger has the ability to tinker with everything. Occasionally he will hold Let me ask you, how is the painting?

You can’t answer, but you want to answer and don’t want to be perfunctory, so you think about it for a long time. In that painting, there are your castle, grassland, lake, but no Egger, so in the end you shook your head, Egger seemed very disappointed, ah, curled your lips gone.

You followed behind him subconsciously, he snorted, quickened his pace, and locked you out of the room, when you knocked on the door, he said loudly inside, even if it doesn't look good, you should just nod your head!

You stand in place silently, writing it down silently, across the door, but you don't feel sad, there is a little butterfly fluttering in your heart.

You went home a little more often, and the university came to you with documents several times after get off work, but you didn't meet anyone. This made you hoard some work, but the impact was not great.

You just want to spend time with Iger.

His past is not good. He was born in a military family, but he likes colorful paints more than cold guns. He likes reading books and painting, and he does everything well.

Iger doesn't know how to play with mechs, and he doesn't have a superior IQ, but he can do many other things. All things that are useless to you will become interesting in his hands.

He will wash the red or green, cut them into different shapes, put them into the pot in order, turn them into warm soup, and then watch you drink them slowly with his chin propped up.

You thought he didn't need to do these things, but he knocked on the soup bowl, solemnly: "I don't know how to drive mechs, I can do these things, why not, if I lie down all the time, I will be crippled."

"And." He curled up the corner of his mouth and coughed restrainedly: "It's delicious."

You are silent, try to give a positive response, sometimes he will ask you to answer, sometimes he will be silent when he sees you silent, but he will not leave you, but read a book next to you, or do other things.

Where Iger is, the old home, the gray color, will become bright and lively after his hands, so comfortable that people want to stay forever.

☆, extra

Iger's hand was injured two years ago, and he couldn't hold the paintbrush for a long time, and his hand would be very painful.

Lance was worried about him, but Iger didn't seem to care much. He was fascinated by psychology. After half a year of self-study, he got a certificate as a psychological counselor. When he heard that the Iron Blood Corps was recruiting a psychologist, he applied for the exam with great interest.

In the end, there was no suspense. He successfully passed the selection examination and became an externally hired psychological counselor, responsible for providing psychological counseling to soldiers who came down from the battlefield.

After the third gender differentiation, pheromones dominate the estrus period and sexual pleasure. In this magical gay world, most problems can be cured by having sex with your lover.

The trouble is single soldiers without a partner, and betas who are not very sensitive, so the task of consultants is very heavy. Iger is born with a strong affinity. Although he is an alpha, he is not aggressive. Even the pheromone has a sweet pineapple flavor. It is most suitable for the diagnosis and treatment of soldiers who are very resistant to treatment.

He has a delicate mind, a gentle personality, and strong professional ability. After working for a year, everyone in the Iron Blood Corps knows that there is a very good psychological counselor in the Affiliated Hospital of the Military Region. Chatting with him is like taking a hot bath for the soul.

Recently, Iger's clinic took in a little alpha, less than ten years old, who was said to have been abused by adoptive parents. The 1.3-meter-long little man weighed only [-] catties, and was terribly thin.

The file indicated that he was the orphan of a sacrificed soldier, and he was sent to a foster family for five years. The visiting comrades found signs of abuse by the adoptive parents and reported it to the Children's Rights Association.

Came to the military area.

The child's name is Nick.

He can talk, but he doesn't want to speak, and he doesn't want to stay in the same room with others. Iger spent a lot of effort to force him to accept himself.

"I heard from Ms. Mary that you pushed Angelie today. I thought you didn't hate her."

While Iger was talking, he gave him a simple physical examination. Nick frowned. He was a handsome little alpha. He didn't have the baby fat of ordinary children, but rather thin.

"She kisses me," Nick said, "that's why I hate her."

Iger nodded and rubbed his hair: "Then next time you have to tell her that you don't like her kissing you. If she doesn't listen to your advice, you can push her away again and be more polite, okay?"

Nick hummed sullenly.

Iger's treatment is always pleasant and considerate. Nick will stay here for a while after the chat. Iger specially prepared fruit-shaped biscuits and some toys for him. The color of the sofa was also changed to grass green.

Nick found a pink pig box on the table. He stared at the box hesitantly for a while, chewing the biscuits in his mouth. The doctor is also in a very good mood today, humming in his mouth, from time to time Glance at the time.

In the middle, Dr. Iger went out once, and the hour hand pointed to six o'clock. Nick wanted to leave, but he hadn't thanked him for today's biscuits. After struggling for a while, he decided to play Rubik's Cube for a while and wait for Dr. Iger to come back.

"Egger!"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a chubby little kid with three heads ran in. He had honey-colored curly hair, but his body was as nimble as a monkey, and he climbed up to Dr. Iger's desk like no one else.

"Wow! Peppa Pig cake!"

"Who are you?" Nick put down the Rubik's cube, frowned, and held the cake in his hands.

"This is Dr. Iger's stuff, don't move it." The little fat man is only half his size, with blue eyes and fleshy cheeks, staring at him blankly, seeing the pink pig put into the cabinet by Nick, with bright blue eyes, sitting obediently on the spot , I can't see the shadow of being alive and kicking just now.

"Come down." It was so unruly, Nick had a straight face.

"Oh."

Nick thought he was so coaxable, so he relaxed a little, pulled him off the desk, and gave him half of the biscuit.

"Are you Dr. Iger's patient?"

The little fat man crunched the biscuits, blinked his blue eyes, as if he didn't understand what it meant, Nick put his hands behind his back, and sighed: "I'm still a child."

Curly has a sweet mouth, one brother at a time, fooling Nick to eat the pink pig in the cabinet with him, and when he realized that there was only an empty shell left in the cake box, Nick stared at the box silently for a while , the curly-haired little fat man was already lying on the sofa and fell asleep.

On the other side, Iger saw the speaker's suspension car. Wannian Bingshan was also very air-conditioned today. Iger looked around and let out a sigh.

"Where's Semi?"

"Cohn took him in first."

The speaker came over and hugged Iger: "Are you going back today? It's been a week, and Semi misses you very much."

Iger apologized: "Not yet, I can't leave for the time being."

The speaker was silent for a while: "Then Semi and I will come and live for a while."

Iger raised the corner of his mouth.

He brought the speaker to his consulting room, and the little alpha Nick, who had been in good contact with him for a while, ran over with red eyes, explained to him what happened just now, and promised to compensate him according to the price.

"So you ate this alone?" Iger opened the cake box and glanced at Semi, who was sleeping soundly on the sofa with a round belly.

Nick said with a straight face: "Yes."

Iger: "..." It's hard to explain, this... it's better not to destroy his sense of responsibility.

This was the first time Nick had seen Semy, a fat blue-eyed boy who would grow up to be a great beauty, but that was all for another day.

The author has something to say: it's over.

After thinking about it, I still remove the sweet text tag.

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