MTL - Dressed As An Omega Who Was Divorced By Seven Alphas-Chapter 4

After Qi Peng snatched the diagnosis form from He Huan, he was completely deceived.

At the end of the list, it is clearly written—[Sheng-zhi cavity is closed, unmarked. 】

In order to give the strongest proof, they went to three hospitals, all of which were the most authoritative in the entire empire, and all the diagnostic results they gave were "unmarked".

Qi Peng was so shocked that he didn't seem to understand the words on it: "God... how did you do it?"

He Huan stretched out his white and slender wrist, and lit up the brain screen: "I would like to accept the bet and give me the money."

Before coming to the hospital for an examination, he made a bet with Qi Peng, and if he lost, he would give credit points.

Reluctantly, Qi Peng turned on his smart brain, and didn't go to the payment interface for a long time.

He Huan urged: "Why dawdle, you can't afford to lose at this point?"

Qi Peng curled his lips, and tapped three times on the screen slowly.

He Huan raised his eyebrows when he heard the prompt, and almost cursed: "You are too picky! 200 credits are not enough to buy a catty of apples!"

But Qi Peng still looked heartbroken.

Don't you be the reincarnation of Grandet? !

But when Qi Peng saw the three diagnostic sheets in his hand, his wrinkled features quickly stretched out again, like scented tea being brewed.

He flicked the list, and the paper made a crisp "squeaky" sound, like banknotes colliding.

"Tsk tsk, this time's big show about the big family will definitely increase your popularity by several levels."

The He family is a new rich man, and their name is not well-known. But Gibbs is a century-old aristocrat. Although he is relatively low-key, he is an existence that even kindergarten children know.

Qi Peng's eyes lit up, full of longing: "Wait for the press conference to be held, attracting people from all over the interstellar to eat melons, and then use these three proofs to "slap" in the face...just one word—cool!"

He excitedly kissed the diagnosis sheet twice: "I seem to have seen variety show interview invitations, commercial endorsements, film appointments flying into my arms like snowflakes..."

Two white fingers interrupted his dream.

He Huan took away three diagnostic sheets and was about to put them in a file bag for safekeeping.

"Dean Zhang, have you found it?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice rushed into He Huan's ears, like an electric shock, numb from the ears to the back.

As soon as his bones softened, he quickly leaned against the wall so as not to slip on the ground.

Three alhas came from the corner of the corridor.

One was in a white coat, and the other two were in simple dark blue military uniforms.

The man who spoke was tall and tall, with broad shoulders and a straight back.

The tailored military uniform made his temperament cold and alienated. The well-fitting neckline and cuffs add to the sense of abstinence.

A pair of powerful long legs, graceful steps, as if stepping on the apex of He Huan's restless heart.

The gray-haired old man known as Dean Zhang adjusted his glasses and held a thin-screen light brain in his hand: "Look, Fitz, the list of all OGA cases admitted to the hospital in the past three days is here, and there is indeed nothing like what you said. "

Fitz's bony hands took the optical brain, and his trimmed fingertips gently slid on it.

After a while, he returned the optical brain: "I'm sorry for your trouble."

"Well, I will pay more attention during this time, and if there is such an oga as you mentioned, I will notify you immediately." Dean Zhang said with a smile.

Fitz bowed slightly and shook hands with him in thanks. The moment he lowered his head, he caught a hot gaze from the corner of his eye from the brim of his hat.

An oga, looking straight at him.

I have been chased by countless admiring eyes, but this is the first time I have met such a bold person.

This man is looking for himself?

He Huan looked at him generously, trying to see if he could recognize him.

Although the man was sprayed with inhibitors, because he was thoroughly marked, he could clearly smell the horrifying pheromones on the other party.

The stern and domineering smell like a sharp weapon made his body react quickly, making his heart and legs weak.

— Hello, my Mr. F.

He Huan squinted his eyes, reminiscing about the lingering lingering death after the man lost control the night before, and then looked at his cold and indifferent expression at this time, the tip of his tongue could not help swirling on the roof of his mouth, slyly slid across the corner of his mouth, and quickly retracted.

Fitz's eyes turned cold, he looked away, and bid farewell to Dean Zhang.

Another handsome black-haired Alha, who was also wearing a military uniform, complained: "Boss, I have searched twelve hospitals and still haven't heard anything. Are you still looking?"

The man didn't speak. Under the brim of his hat, his eyes were deep and gloomy.

The two kept walking, walking past He Huan and Qi Peng.

The black-haired alha was named Xu Yihan, and he gloated and said, "Who made you uneasy about monitoring, who is to blame?"

Fitz gave him a cold look, and the latter immediately made a zipper to seal his mouth.

The villa in the outer suburbs was famous for protecting the prostitutes. After buying it, he used it as a temporary residence to spend the estrus period. It didn't even need decoration, let alone surveillance.

He Huan looked at the man's figure flashing in front of his eyes, and the strong pheromone attacked every inch of his skin.

They were all clamoring for him to jump on the man and take off those tight buttons.

His eyes were blurred, his cheeks were flushed, like a soaked white fungus, covered in juice and bulging.

Crap! He could barely control his pheromones.

He never expected that Alha's pheromone would have such an exaggerated influence on him.

He involuntarily raised his neck, his glands craving the nourishment of alha.

But he suppressed it abruptly, without showing the back of his neck.

There was a slight pause in Fitz's footsteps, and he seemed to smell his own pheromone.

His eyes flicked across He Huan's smoldering face, he frowned, and his eyes finally fell on the diagnosis sheet in He Huan's hand.

—The raw-zhi cavity is closed and unmarked.

The name of the person being diagnosed is He Huan.

Swept by those emotionless eyes, electric sparks ran across He Huan's body, and his blood flowed backwards.

His lips parted slightly, the tip of his pale pink tongue was faintly visible, and he almost blurted out the words of begging for mercy.

"The elevator is here, hurry up!" Xu Yihan shouted.

Fitz's thoughts were interrupted, and he followed quickly.

He Huan gasped for breath, his outstretched right hand stayed in the air.

A vaguely teasing tone floated into his ears.

"That oga just looked at you with lust, hey, do you feel anything?"

In the sound of the elevator door opening, He Huan heard again:

"It's so pretty, tsk tsk, it's so touching."

"Boss! Are you a, why didn't you respond at all?"

-Ding.

The elevator closed, blocking the irritating pheromone at the same time.

He Huan gradually regained control over his body, only to realize that he was covered in hot sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of a bucket.

Fortunately, I didn't meet him until after the diagnosis, otherwise there would be another result on the list.

It seems that we must save enough mana to erase the mark as soon as possible.

Oga's unscrupulous physical reaction is really annoying.

Qi Peng, who was standing by the side and didn't dare to vent his anger, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and poked He Huan with his elbow: "You are so courageous, he is wearing the uniform of the Royal Guards, see whether the stars on his shoulders are clear?" , General level! You dare to stare at this kind of person, are you not afraid of death?!"

He Huan glanced at him, and gave a soft "hmm", as sweet as honey.

Qi Peng rolled his eyes: "His look just now, oh my god! It's like an ice skate, so cruel! I thought he was going to punish you."

He Huan snorted noncommittally, opened the handbag in his hand, and leaned over to take a deep breath.

The man's departure created a huge emptiness in He Huan's body. Fortunately, he took the man's dirty clothes with him.

Qi Peng suddenly lowered his voice, gossiping excitedly: "Didn't you say that the Alha who slept with you is handsome and fierce, compared with the one just now, who is stronger?"

The corners of He Huan's rouge eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, and he smiled all of a sudden, "It's as strong as it is."

Qi Peng let out a "tss", the expression on his face: Blow, keep blowing.

…

Xu Yihan sat in the passenger seat, took off his military cap, and rubbed his black hair: "Boss, are you too tired from training, do you want to take two days off?"

Fitz rubbed the center of his brows with his thumb and index finger, and gave him a neutral look.

Xu Yihan was a little dazed by him, touched his nose and muttered: "Think about it for yourself, how can oga run away after being completely marked, and what's even more strange is that you don't remember his appearance."

"I think your sudden increase in mental power is definitely not due to some 100-matching oga, such a thing is only found in TV dramas. You were not in estrus at the time, maybe it was the sequelae hallucination caused by the sudden increase in mental power. This is not the case.”

Hallucination?

The sweet oga aroma left in the room, the unfamiliar clothes torn on the ground, and the pink fan-shaped mark on his left shoulder...

He even remembered the temperature of the man's thin white legs, and the strength of wrapping around his body.

But the rest of the memory is as blurred as frosted glass, and a fragmentary "Mr. F".

After waking up, he searched the villa area four or five times, but there were few people there, and the dense forest was deep, so there was no trace at all.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xu Yihan's silver-gray eyes were full of coldness, so he couldn't help comforting softly: "Then... Maybe there is such an oga, like a fairy in a fairy tale."

goblin?

A little thought flashed in Fitz's eyes.

Xu Yihan racked his brains for a while, then suddenly clapped his fists, and suddenly said: "I have an idea!"

Fitz looked at him.

Xu Yihan said enthusiastically: "Ms. Gloria is not planning to hold a banquet, but it is actually a blind date meeting. The people invited are all the children of wealthy and noble families. The people who live in your villa area are either rich or noble. Invited list."

Fitz's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his handsome features were even colder.

Xu Yihan knew him since he was a child, and he understood it when he saw him like this: "Did you throw away the invitation letter?"

"Um."

He had never participated in this kind of banquet before, and every time the invitation letter was sent, he would throw it away and let the guards handle it.

Xu Yihan laughed out loud, facing the other party's increasingly cold eyes, raised his hands in surrender: "I'll tell Mrs. Gloria right away, she must be very happy that you will go."

Fitz pointed his index finger on the console, and somehow that bold oga in the hospital suddenly flashed in his mind.

A flushed face.

With a blink of his silver-gray eyes, he quickly discarded this inappropriate picture.

…

After returning from the hospital, He Huan lay lazily on the sofa, writing and drawing with a tablet.

Qi Peng is contacting his good media friends to prepare for the press conference the day after tomorrow.

When he finally finished his work, he saw He Huan still nestling on the sofa writing something.

Qi Peng walked behind him and looked, startled.

He Huan was filling out a form, which neatly arranged the names, photos, basic information, and property of several people...

The heir of a well-to-do wealthy family.

Qi Peng was completely surprised, and asked jokingly: "Why, finally figured out how to find the benefactor?"

He Huan swiped his fingers back and forth, as if making a choice: "Can't you?"

Qi Peng couldn't help laughing: "You're kidding me, these people are beyond your reach, stop daydreaming!"

The corner of He Huan's mouth curled up, a half-smile.

These people are all the fiancés of the original owner.

Qi Peng patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be so ambitious, I know you want to find a backer to be proud of, but you won't get fat in one breath. If you really want to find a financial backer, I'll find the right one for you."

The author has something to say: finally got the name Gong, Qi Peng stared at death: you are dead, how dare you knit a cuckold for me.

Mr. F is Mr. First, Gong thought it was the abbreviation of his own name, but he didn't know that there would be Mr. S, Mr. T...

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