Chapter 7 — My Alpha Pervert

I panicked: "It was Mai Mai who taught!" He wasn't sure if he believed it or not, so he just let it out: "The Hua family's Omega is also of marriageable age, I'll talk to his father." My eyes lit up: "Do you want to marry Hua Mai?" He put the bowl on the table: "Yes, come here, don't you want to talk? Let's be clear." His eyes made me feel guilty, I didn't dare to come close. "Tell me." Bui Dien lazily leaned against the sofa: "You said?" I nodded, limping and sitting opposite: "Yes." That way I can improvise. "Sometimes it's a bartender, sometimes it's a masked singer, how many people do you have outside behind me?" Oh my god, the opening act was killer. I felt guilty for a moment, but quickly stiffened my voice: "I'm clean with them, I haven't even touched their hands! Besides, I went out to play, isn't it also your fault?" He raised his eyebrows, his bathrobe parted, revealing my toned waist marked with scratches. “Am I at fault?” “That's right.” I reasoned: "If you weren't busy and didn't come home every day, I wouldn't be so bored that I had to go out? This is all your fault, but you still turn to question me, it's unreasonable!" His eyes locked on my lips, then deepened. "Nonsense? Who are you trying to work for? I ask for a diamond ring every month, not less than 50 carats." "But, I'm not asking too much, at least I'm not asking too much." 100 carats." I interrupted: "Besides, your assistant's monthly salary is already so high, why do you still need me to come to the company?" He was silent, just waving slightly: "Come here." I refused: "I want to roll you again." "Dao Tra, say it kindly." I hummed: "you're saying it kindly, it's just because I'm hot." He pressed his forehead: "So do you want to test my heat?" I just shook my head, suddenly realizing, the corners of my eyes were so angry. "Look, you're the same, you're not talking properly at all!" I complained again: "Also, you installed a camera in the house, and I didn't say anything, and even defended you! Yet you actually locked me in the dark basement, praying that God wouldn't see through, screaming that the earth wouldn't listen! My heart is black!" He stared at me: "What else?" I became even more excited: "There's still a lot left, you have too much energy! You work every day, do you know that the next day I slept until noon and didn't wake up?" Seeing him nod, I suddenly reacted: "You pervert! You stalker!" He smiled: "Are you done talking yet?" I shook my head: "No, these are only three things, there are four, five, six, seven... dozens of things." "Let's say it all once." I kept talking. Finally, he was so exhausted that he stopped: "You're so scheming, deliberately waiting for me to get tired of talking, so that I wouldn't have the strength to refute, right?" He was helpless: "You're even more unreasonable." I glared: "Don't imitate what I say." He put his chin in his hands and said indifferently: "Do you know that your wife is Thuong Kiet?" Cang Jie? I remember - the founder of the word. It's so annoying, Bui Dien is getting more and more upset! I couldn't bear it anymore: "I want to go home." "Isn't this home?" I shouted: "I want to go home!" He replied: "My parents and siblings went on a trip abroad." I was stunned: "Why didn't you tell me?" He stood up: "They told me." At that moment, I felt the whole world abandoned me. Resentment is like a broken flood, drowning me. Tears rolled down big drops. "I hate you guys, everyone abandoned me!" He knelt down in front of him: "Who abandoned you?" I shook his hand: "You guys! My parents don't say anything when we go out, everyone tells Omega to get married and the water spills out! Now it's good, no one needs me anymore!" He lightly clicked his tongue: "Did you say you don't need me?" I was more desperate: "It's only you, it's annoying! Every day you don't come home, I blame myself when I go out! I don't need you anymore, I want a divorce! Go find your white moon light!" As soon as he finished speaking, he squeezed my face tightly: "Have you ever had a white moon light? Ever said you don't need me? Tra Tra, don't put a hat on me." Starless? Yes

Obviously yes! "What did I say wrong? It's all true, Bui Dien, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person! You disappointed me so much!" The blame made him both helpless and angry, hugging me tightly. I struggled and was hit hard on my butt. "Sit still." I was furious, wishing he would explode! "I don't! Let me go! Let's go to the civil affairs department for a divorce right away!" He was used to hearing: "It's six o'clock." I stopped: “Then tomorrow.” He rubbed my waist out of habit: "Tomorrow Saturday." Really? I stayed at home and ate my parents' and brother's money. When I got married, I spent Bui Dien's money. Dates are indistinguishable. But it didn't stop me from getting a divorce! "Then wait until Monday." Seeing my determination, he changed the subject: "Let's not talk about divorce, what does Bach Nguyet Quang mean?" "Coward." I disdained: "I don't even dare to admit it." He stopped: "If you don't then why admit it? Where does the nonsense come from?" I was honest: "On the day of the bachelor party, your best friend said that you have a white moon light in your heart. When you go abroad, you have it. You carry the photo with you, don't let anyone see it, and when you return home, you keep a safe." I choked up: "The safe is for jewelry, diamonds, and designer bags, but you keep photos, what a waste of money." He is smart and immediately understood. He hugged me and lifted me up. I instinctively squeezed his waist: "What are you doing?" He kissed my forehead: "Compared to words, the truth is more convincing." 10. Leaving the basement, he hugged me to the study room. Put me on the table, pull the safe back: “Open it.” I said blankly: "I don't know the password." He pushed my hair back: "You know." I hesitated, placing my hands on the keyboard. Before I could press the button, I panicked. "I really don't know, use your fingerprint." He held my face, close to my forehead: "Open it." As if hypnotized, I clicked on my birthday. The sound of gears turning and the safe opening. Inside quietly lay a photo. My hand stopped, I didn't dare to take it, nor did I withdraw it. My heart vaguely guessed, but I couldn't be sure.