The Alpha Boss’s Thousand-layer Routine

Ling Heshi's mouth tightened, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he looked unhappy.

"You have a different identity now, so be careful to keep a distance from the opposite sex."

"I don't want to have gossip to my dad when I make it public in the future."

Wen Mi nodded, he knew the truth, but how could he not be able to invite people to dinner? Although the boss was still scared, Wen Mi didn't want to hear about it. He planned to sneak out after sending the boss away, so that he would be unconscious.

Wen Mi didn't know that his thoughts were all on his face, and he couldn't hide it from Ling Heshi, who was dealing with the old foxes every day in the mall.

"Call up."

Wen Mi blinked.

"Call your colleague now and refuse it."

Ling Heshi let Wen Mi know that he was afraid that he would not be able to face one set and the other set behind him, so he had no choice but to use his cell phone to find out Sister He's number.

"You can push it out in my name." Wen Mi, with his head drooping, made Ling Heshi realize that his tone of voice was too harsh. He, an Alpha, shouldn't talk to Omega in this way, so he took the initiative to find a good refusal for Wen Mi. reason.

"..."

Wen Mi lowered his head and shook his head as if he nodded. He dialed the phone number of Sister He and explained that Ling Heshi temporarily assigned a job and couldn't get out of overtime, so he first transferred the money to Sister He and asked her to help pay for it. a bit.

"How can I let little Omega work overtime? What kind of bachelorism is always said by Ling. How can he find someone with his character." Sister He didn't know that his diss was standing opposite Wen Mi. She comforted Wen Mi a few words. When the topic changed, I wanted to continue talking about Ling Heshi.

Fearing that Sister He would be hated, Wen Mi hung up the phone under the pretext of busy work.

There was embarrassment in the air. Wen Mi stammered in and invited Ling Heshi to come in and sit down. Ling Heshi glanced at the small and shabby sofa. He was not disgusted but sitting in his body would be uncomfortable, but he didn't want to let him. Omega couldn't hold back his face, so he agreed.

Ling Heshi thought that there should be few people coming from Wen Mi, and there would be no slippers of his own size. He was about to go in barefoot, but saw Wen Mi take out a pair of apparently Alpha-size slippers from the shoe cabinet.

When Ling He raised his eyebrows, he realized that Wen Mi, Omega, was quite different from what he imagined. There would always be small unexpected moves. As a popular lover, Ling He had seen many Omega's methods and looked at the simple Wen of life. Mi's house has Alpha slippers, maybe this Omega is not that simple.

Not wanting to get along with Wen Mi too much in private, Ling He drank the tea in a few sips, and stood up again within five minutes of sitting down.

When he sent away the uncertain Linghe, Wen Mi took a long sigh of relief. He opened the window to ventilate. Although he could not smell the Alpha pheromone, after all, AO was different. The existence of strange pheromones in his room would always let him He is uncomfortable.

After a short meal, Wen Mi finally lay down on the bed he was familiar with, and could rest well without stress.

Wen Mi, who was awakened by the alarm the next day, had a headache, a stuffy nose, a sore throat, and a cold.

The symptoms caused by illness Wen Mi has long been used to cooking porridge skillfully. He took cold medicine after breakfast, and then Wen Mi took the anti-fever medicine and lozenges to work.

Although Wen Mi was promoted to be Ling Heshi's assistant, all he was assigned was simple copywriting work. A few beta employees were curious about Wen Mi and came to say hello to him. Seeing that he had a bad face and a strong nasal voice, they stopped disturbing him, but instead cared about his need for help.

In the morning, Ling Heshi and Assistant Zhou did not show up. During the lunch break, Wen Mi was surrounded by a few betas and wanted to eat together. A group of people were waiting for the elevator. Unexpectedly, Ling Heshi and Zhou came out from outside. assistant.

"Hello, Mr. Ling!" After everyone had finished yelling, Wen Mi yelled slowly, his voice was outstanding.

"Come with me." Ling Heshi looked at Wen Mi's clear and moist eyes, and the people around pushed Wen Mi out with a vision and took the elevator to the cafeteria one after another.

Wen Mi didn't care about his colleagues' small movements. He saw that the bag held by Assistant Zhou was pushed out in a rounded arc, as if it was a lunch box.

Sure enough, after Ling Heshi entered the office, Wen Mi received another pink lunch box exactly the same as yesterday at noon.

Wen Mi wore more coats because of a cold, so he won't be frozen by the air-conditioning wind now. The food in the lunch box was still exquisite and delicious. Wen Mi tasted the food when he heard Ling He's phone rang.

"Zizai, have you had lunch?"

Meng Qing's voice was very recognizable when Ling Heshi opened the amplification, and Wen Mi knew it was him when he heard it. When I glanced at the cold-eyed Ling He, cub? Wen Mi lowered his head and snickered.

A trace of uncomfortableness flashed in his eyes, Ling Heshi quickly answered the little dad's question.

"not yet."

"I accidentally misplaced your share and Wen Mi's. You don't eat coriander."

Ling Heshi hadn't answered yet. Wen Mi choked with surprise for a moment when he saw the dishes he had clipped, and coughed.

"Is it Wen Mi? What's wrong with this kid?" Meng Qing asked concerned.

"It's choking after eating, I'll go see him and hang up first."

Ling Heshi spoke quickly and eagerly, listening as if he was worried about his Omega's good Alpha boyfriend, but he turned into a scumbag in seconds when he hung up the phone.

"Go drink some water."

This time the scumbag wouldn't cough if he didn't talk about patting.

Wen Mi didn't choke badly, but his throat was originally uncomfortable, so he coughed badly. He drank some water and slowly eased. Looking at the lunch box again, it turned out that Ling Heshi's father made it himself. Wen Mi, who hadn't eaten the home-cooked food made by his parents for a long time, had a sour nose.

Ling Heshi handled the things he had done well, and found Wen Mi's eye sockets red inadvertently at a glance. Pretending to be pitiful because you didn't coax? It's a pity that he doesn't eat this set.

I didn't know that Wen Mi, who was full of inner activities in Ling Heshi, ate lunch slowly, and looked up and saw that the leftover lunch box at Ling Heshi was placed in the corner of the desk and did not match the neatly stacked documents.

"Ms. Ling, I took away the lunch box?" Wen Mi's nasal voice remarked softly, and Ling Heshi gave a faint hum from the tip of his pen to agree.

Wen Mi packed up the lunch box and was about to take it away. When he turned around, he was dizzy and staggered to hold the corner of the table.

A faint scent of citrus grazed from the tip of Ling Heshi's nose, and disappeared without a trace with lightning speed. Before he could catch it again, his legs were heavy, and Wen Mi sat on his thigh.

Omega leaned softly in his arms, breathing heavily, and the hair on the back of his neck was messed up, and Omega's most secret glands were clearly exposed under Ling Heshi's eyes.

Hiss, was seduced again.