Weak Chicken Alpha Divorce Strategy

The author has something to say: Xisheng Xingyao, wife's perspective

After you settled the matter at hand, you walked up to Iger and held his palm. The hot cocoa's hot fingers are different from your cold palm.

"Is it over?" Dana asked.

"No." You said lightly, "I ran away."

"You black flags are nothing more than that." He crossed his arms, looked at Iger, and said, "Demir just came to comfort him."

You nodded, without any ups and downs in your tone: "He's injured."

"So is Iger."

"Are you injured?" You looked at Iger, and he nodded: "Penetrating injury, it will heal soon, don't worry."

"So, are you okay?" He looked calm and tried hard to maintain his composure, but he still couldn't hold back and asked about your safety. You knew he would be very worried, so you nodded and tightened your grip. Blanket: "Sorry."

"I'm fine." He bent his lips, but the smile disappeared soon.

Then he suddenly whispered: "Lance, I was going to talk to you about Kane, but I'm afraid you don't have time now. I will send you an email at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

You stared at him, then suddenly bent down and knelt down on one knee, as if he was not tall enough when you got married three years ago, and you were so solemn when you put on the ring for him.

The kiss that fell on his forehead suddenly made him froze, and then he was hugged by you, tightly, like a bundle of straw, hugging through the military uniform and blanket, without heartbeat or temperature, but it was also unknowing measures.

Your actions are indecent and disorganized, just like the puppy Iger once raised who was frightened and jumped into his arms for comfort.

"Are you hurt?" he asked in a low voice. "You look pale."

No, you just feel that your heart is too empty, maybe there is something sick, it makes your hands and feet cold, your chest is tight, and you feel very sad.

Iger was hesitant and uncertain. He first patted your arm and touched your forehead, then was hugged by you and forced to bury you between your necks.

"Lance, what's wrong with you?"

He thinks you are abnormal, and so do you.

Your cheek rubbed against his hair rudely, your lips fell on his ear, between the hair, kissing randomly, you didn't speak, you were just trembling slightly, a little unusual silent hug, no comfort.

But that's surprising enough.

He had to reach out a hand from under the blanket, awkwardly responding to your hug.

You wanted to speak, but found that you were trembling too, your throat was dry and astringent, and you couldn’t make a decent sound. You patted Iger indiscriminately. This scene looked a little ridiculous. You were like a pair of big fools hugging each other. The bear slapped the opponent's back with a powerful slap.

You hear DeMille's voice, Dana's, and maybe others, but Iger's breath is in your ear.

"I'm very sorry."

He doesn't know what you're talking about, maybe, so he moves a little sluggishly and stiffly, and says slowly, "It's okay, Lance."

You thought he was dead.

The body was lying on the stairs, with bullet holes in its arms and thighs, its head down, its pale blond hair stained with blood.

You thought you saw Iger, so your mind went blank.

This is probably a little earlier than you imagined. You thought his death would be 100 or 150 years later. His hair was white, his skin was wrinkled, and his whole body became lazy. Then he would raise a cat, Or the little dog, the brown-haired one, who was lying by the flowerbed and the dog licked his feet.

He had a blanket on his knees, something warm around him, the sun, the breeze, his kids, his family, who loved him, and who he loved.

Be with him until he stops breathing.

You thought it would be like this, so when you saw his stiff, still young body fell to the ground, your first reaction was to not believe it, how could it be?You stepped forward and tried to call him, but no sound came out of your throat.

There were a lot of people around, a lot of stares, but no one felt sorry for him and neither did you, you seemed calm and normal.

Iger’s hair is a little long, and it’s messy on the back of his head. It’s probably not trimmed recently. You remember the store he often goes to. There is an ugly pink piggy at the door. You pick him up and he is shot by a high-voltage gun. The shattered head was pieced here and there, and the remaining facial tissue could barely make out the nose and mouth. The lake-blue eyes looked terrible because of the bloodshot, and he couldn't see the original appearance. He was not calm, and died in pain.

The Colonel’s brows were tightly frowned, you avoided him and others, you wanted to go home, maybe Iger wasn’t here, but you knew he was coming, and you still had a lot of things to do , If you leave today, there will be doubled jobs tomorrow, so your subordinates will surround you.

But you walk through them and you say, you need to be quiet for a while.

You have no voice and can't restrain the shaking of your body.

You think that death is an ordinary thing, it treats everyone fairly, including you, death may happen suddenly, but it will never collapse and destroy.

Every day, countless lights are extinguished, and countless lights are lit again, the sun rises and the moon sets, and the flowers are picked up in the evening. You should accept this moment calmly like when you were a child, but Iger is different.

"Lord Speaker."

The Colonel stops you from embracing the dead body, looking so eager that he loses his steadiness.

"This is not Mr. Lawrence, he is in the hall, look." The colonel called out the face on the terminal, and showed you Alpha sitting in the hall wrapped in a blanket.

You looked at the shattered Iger, then at the Iger in the terminal, and slowly stood up with bloody hands.

Iger didn't know that he died once in your eyes, so he was very puzzled by your hug.

"Lord Speaker, President Max's phone call." Demir rushed over with the communication soldiers, and stood there stunned at this moment, not knowing whether he should step forward.

"Wait a minute." You said.

The alpha soft pheromone soaks into the tip of the nose, you have been tense, and the tired god finally relaxes.

"Egg." You whispered his name.

Then let go of your hand, you have to deal with this accident, you saw a different emotion in his eyes, no longer calm and gentle, he looked a little gloomy, as if he wanted to say something, but Hold back.

"Can I wait 10 minutes?" You say, "I have to deal with something."

After a pause, perhaps feeling that this sentence is too unconvincing, you add: "Maybe 15 minutes, okay?"

"Why should I wait for you?"

When you hear Iger say this, it’s not like a question, but more like a question and answer. He withdrew his hand, always with a soft smile on his face, no smile at all, a little cold, and tired.

"Lance, you can't do anything that will misunderstand me." He paused, his voice so soft that only you could hear: "Maybe I'm not suitable... Lawrence's family has a better alpha, I'm not very important, but if you want to maintain the relationship between Uroche and Lawrence, even Dana should be able to do it."

He said to himself, as if he had decided on something, and then it slammed shut on you like a box.

You are tongue-tied and at a loss, as if something hit your stomach hard.

But Iger is not tall at all, and he does not have the threat of force. Anyone present can easily knock him down, but you think he is more difficult to deal with than steel knives and mechas.

Not so.

You should be confident, but it is the choice you made yourself. No one forced you. Between responsibility and Iger, you gave up him. You chose it yourself, and not just this time.

Suddenly, this idea tore apart your chaotic thinking, and you suddenly realized as if struck by lightning.

You start to feel heavy, but it doesn't mean how relaxed you were just now, but you really realize that there is an irreparable rift between you and Iger, and you have hurt him too many times.

This thought forces you to let go of Iger's hand, you thank him for being alive, you want to ask him to listen to your explanation, you will say it, just tell him everything, start from the beginning, but he doesn't seem to want to listen, or Think it doesn't matter.

Dana stood aside, his eyes impatient, he muttered about time, cigarettes, and all these really stupid words, Iger stood up with no expression on his face, his injured leg was slightly limping, and he looked very tired.

"I won't be going out again, Lance, please take care of yourself," he said.

"No."

You speak suddenly.

He looked at you strangely, maybe it was a leg injury, he frowned and sat down again, and then looked at you for a while: "Lance, are you really not injured? You look very bad"

"No."

Iger hummed and said to Dana: "Can you walk me to the door? I contacted Z, and it will come to pick me up."

"I send you."

"Lance?"

"Yes."

"Okay." He opened his mouth and said.

Then you picked him up and put him in the wheelchair.

"Tell Mr. Max I need 10 minutes," you tell DeMille, and push Iger out of the hall.

Surrounded by soldiers, martial law lines have been pulled one after another, the atmosphere is extremely tense, Iger was silent for a while, and suddenly asked you.

"Why are they attacking here?"

You paused, and told him what you could say.

"They raided the database and obtained black documents, which were related to a group of unregistered military lists. Nine years ago, they were sent out to perform secret missions." You control your tone to be calm, only in this way can you describe the most accurately .

When you get to the door, you see Iger's suspension car and the little Z on the driver's seat.

Iger also saw it, and didn't ask any more, but turned his head and said, "Well, thank you, Speaker Lance."

"Ah."

You didn't try to hold his hand again, but kept some distance from him, and then said: "If those documents are lost, I won't be able to find them. One thousand three hundred and twenty-one people will find no such person. Their wives, Sons, parents, will be notified of their deaths, whether they are alive or not."

"So I'm late, I'm sorry." Your voice is so soft that some words are too vague, such as his name, such as you said that he is actually very good.