When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

When Lu Zhe got off the plane and took a taxi to his home, it was almost late at night.

The old house of the Lu family is located in the once most prosperous area of ​​Yuncheng. Halfway up the mountain is full of Begonia Xifu. Now it is the end of April. Although it is not the most prosperous blooming period of Begonia, the branches can still be seen with layers of light powder, road On both sides are scattered colorful, faint fragrance of flowers floating in the quiet night.

We greeted the babysitter at home in advance, and Lu Zhe smoothly passed the security check. When he walked to the door of the house, he looked up and saw the bright light from the windows on the first floor.

Lu Zhe didn't think much about it. He just thought it was the lamp the nanny left him. After he opened the lock with his fingerprints, changed his shoes at the hallway and walked in—

He noticed the figure on the sofa in the living room.

The woman in silk-embroidered cheongsam wears a dark green shawl, and her beautiful and mature face is covered with delicate makeup, but there is a pitiful melancholy between her brows, which makes people unable to look away.

Lu Zhe paused, and listened to her gently and gently asked: "Xiao Zhe is back?"

The usual smile on his face disappeared, his eyes fell faintly in front, nodded, and he said: "Mom."

After shouting, Lu Zhe was about to go upstairs, as if he hadn't noticed why his mother was sitting on the sofa so late.

Just stepping on the first step, the woman on the sofa opened her mouth again. The voice that was too weak could not even cause an echo in this gorgeously decorated and lavish house, giving people a sense of loneliness and loneliness.

"Your father didn't come back tonight."

Lu Zhe paused, his palm on the armrest tightened and loosened, and he calmly answered:

"Go to bed early, Mom, staying up late is not good for your health."

Su Qiongpei carefully looked at his son, who was standing on the stairs, who was much taller than he had imagined, and he also saw the polite alienation in his manner.

For a long time, she lowered her eyes lightly and opened her lips slightly: "Xiaozhe, you haven't asked your mother if you are happy for a long time."

Hearing this sentence, Lu Zhe's eyebrows moved slightly, his breathing rhythm unconsciously slowed down, he took a deep breath, and repeated like a machine: "Is mom happy now?"

The woman on the sofa laughed. It seemed that by repeating the same communication and dialogue with her son, she was able to pretend that the rift between their mother and son did not exist.

When the smile disappeared, she said, "Unhappy."

"Son, mom is not happy, you are so smart, can you give mom an idea like before?"

After speaking, Su Qiongpei raised his eyes to look at Lu Zhe, with a bit of expectation in his eyes.

However, Lu Zhe could not respond to her expectations: "Sorry, mother."

Lu Zhe turned his gaze to the side, and said in a cold tone, "You have never heard my suggestion."

When his voice fell, Su Qiongpei eagerly got up from the sofa, even leaning in Lu Zhe's direction, showing a flattering appearance, lowering his tone, and replied softly, coaxingly:

"You said, I must listen, those women outside are too much, they always seduce your dad, always laugh at me secretly, you help mom come up with something—"

A bit of mockery flashed in the narrow black eyes of the person on the stairs, and suddenly interrupted the other party's words:

"seduce?"

He said, "What kind of stuff is Lu Chengzhen, haven't you seen it clearly?"

Su Joon Pernena muttered his voice.

Seeing that Lu Zhe lost patience and had to go straight upstairs again, Su Qiongpei's courage suddenly rose a little:

"You still hate me, for the son of Shen Jingyi, right?"

Lu Zhe was silent.

Su Qiongpei regarded him as the default, and couldn't help saying: "It's because of him, you don't even want to help your mother now, are you?"

"Do not."

Lu Zhe’s eyes met her, and his voice was unprecedentedly calm—

"I think it's useless if I don't give my mother an idea."

"At one time, Lu Qianshuang and I were ashamed of having a biological father like Lu Chengzhen, and pleaded with you who had already removed the glands to stop touching this quagmire. Have you listened?"

"I tell you not to worry about Lu Chengzhen's family property, stop worrying about the status of the mistress of the Lu family, have you listened?"

"I said that Lu Chengzhen's wife, Shen Jingyi, is a lunatic, so you don't want to provoke her. Our family will live a quiet life. Have you listened?"

…

Listening to Lu Zhe’s indifferent accusation, Su Qiongpei’s emotions became more agitated, perhaps because Omega was born weak, or she was in a long-term depression, and her face flushed when she spoke: "What can I do? I just want to make me. 'S two children are doing better, are they wrong?"

"Just because the Shen family is rich and powerful, should she beat me with a Beta? Do I deserve to live with my mistress and two children forever?"

"Since you look down on me so much, why are you coming back today!"

After finishing speaking, Su Qiongpei raised her hand to support the sofa, as if the few words just spent her day's effort, she gasped for breath, her wrist holding the sofa was pale and thin, and the cyan blood vessels under her skin were shocking to see. .

Lu Zhe stood on the higher stairs, looked at her condescendingly, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

He is not qualified to comment on her, because this is his mother, Lu Zhe only feels a little long-lost powerlessness, this powerlessness has entangled him since he was young.

-It even made him feel that this bad family was the original sin he was born to bear.

Lu Zhe didn't speak any more, leaving the mother and the son with the last respect. He walked a few steps up the stairs, and the slippers and the frosted glass stairs made a slight noise.

Su Qiongpei stared at her son's back, and when Lu Zhe's figure was about to disappear at the corner of the stairs, she suddenly said:

"You didn't come back to see your mother at all, did you?"

However, Lu Zhe had already gone upstairs without looking back.

…

Early the next morning.

Lu Zhe got up at six o'clock and didn't care about breakfast. When he went downstairs and saw the babysitter in the kitchen, he raised his eyes and said, "Auntie Xiu, do you have the key to the house behind? Help me open it later."

The forty-year-old nanny stopped putting on the sauce and looked back at him puzzled:

"You are going to that house?"

Lu Zhe nodded.

"The house was too sick and died before... In short, no one went inside for a long time. Only two days ago, Mr. Lu asked someone to clean the inside. A lot of things were lost. I see those big cars coming in and out. , Pulling away a lot of instruments and furniture, what did you suddenly go there for? Does the wife know about this?"

Lu Zhe's good-looking brows wrinkled, and a bad premonition flashed in his heart.

He himself came back because of a guess, and now it seems that he has taken a trip in vain.

Just when Lu Zhe was about to continue to confirm whether there was nothing left in the back room, a voice suddenly came from behind him:

"My son is up? Mom asked Aunt Xiu to cook your favorite seafood porridge. Sit down and drink a bowl first?"

The tone was soft, weak and caring, as if the blushes and thick necks of last night were Lu Zhe's hallucinations.

Lu Zhe turned his back to Su Qiongpei and didn't move, but the nanny turned around holding the spoon and said loudly, "Madam, Xiao Zhe said he was going to the back room to have a look. The key happened to be with you."

Su Qiongpei's expression stiffened, "What are you going there for?"

Lu Zhe slowly turned around, looked at his mother's direction with his deep black eyes, pulled his rosy thin lips, and then spoke slowly:

"It's nothing."

He said, "Suddenly want to see."

"What are you looking at?" Su Qiongpei asked closely, staring at him.

Lu Zhe was a little unhappy with her attitude. After a while, he said bluntly: "Look at the place where Shen Qiao lived after I left. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Who told you about this? Your sister?" Su Qiongpei seemed to be provoked by someone's most sensitive nerves, reluctantly.

Lu Zhe completely lost the patience to communicate with her, turned around and wanted to get out of this room to get some air.

Seeing that he was leaving again, Su Qiongpei said quietly: "You still miss him."

"But what about him? Does he dare to be with you again?"

Lu Zhe left halfway, and suddenly turned back when he heard the second half of the sentence. The cedar-flavored pheromone was released uncontrollably, and his eyes were like the darkest night, with no light coming out.

He walked in front of Su Qiongpei and asked with indignation:

"What do you mean by not being with me anymore?"

"What did you do to him?"

Su Qiongpei was overwhelmed by the pressure of her son's pheromone, her eyes were a little dizzy, and she was about to fall down on the spot when she saw it. Lu Zhe controlled herself in time and raised her hand to help her.

After a while, Su Qiongpei's voice came out:

"What can I do to him?"

"Xiaozhe, you should ask, what did Shen Jingyi do to him?"

"That woman...she is really much crueler than me, maybe because she is not her own person, she can get that hand, you know—"

…

In the DG base.

Manager Zhou watched Shen Qiao deliberately passing by the door of his office for the third time, and finally couldn't hold back. He came out and cared if he wanted to say something.

After all, I just changed to a new environment. Judging from the proud personality of these Alpha, it is normal to be suffocated when encountering a problem. Manager Zhou thought so, thinking about how to find a topic to guide Shen Qiao.

Shen Qiao suddenly said:

"It's okay, I just want to ask, is DG's personal leave very good? I think some people seem to be training for two consecutive days."

Manager Zhou reacted to who the "someone" was referring to. He was about to explain, when a smiling voice came from the top of the stairs at the end of the corridor:

"Miss me?"

The two looked back at the same time.

Lu Zhe approached with one hand in his pocket. There was a slight fatigue between his brows, but his handsome face was modified into a lazy look, which seemed to be another style.

He stood still in front of Shen Qiao and noticed the tight physical movements of the other party since he approached, and he felt as if he had been slammed into his heart, as if he was curled up in pain.

Lu Zhe no longer approached unscrupulously like before, as if he had found nothing, but looked at Shen Qiao deeply, with a gentle and warm smile, with greedy nostalgia, he took a deep breath of the long-lost mint smell. There was a slight tremor in the re-exporting voice:

"I miss you."

Thinking of what Su Qiongpei said yesterday, his voice trembled unsteadily, but he insisted on repeating:

"Shen Qiao, I miss you so much."

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Manager Zhou: Suddenly kill the dog? ? ?