New Year's Side Story (1)
As the Chinese New Year approaches, companies are entering their annual meeting season.
Wen Song won a fifth prize in the company's annual meeting raffle—a neck massager. Her neck had been sore from working overtime these past few days, so this will come in handy to relieve stress and fatigue.
He returned to his seat, took out his phone, took a picture, and sent it to Guan Sui.
[Ode]: I drew it.
The other party replied instantly.
【SSS】: My husband is amazing.
Wen Song: ""
Recently, the Alpha has been using some kind of witty banter, or perhaps it's just his true nature, but he calls his husband "husband" quite naturally.
Despite his stern face, calling him that title doesn't seem out of place at all.
[Song]: Stop shouting.
【SSS】：Then call me.
[Ode]: What did I call you?
【SSS】：Husband.
[Song]: I was so scared I quickly rolled up a White Rabbit milk candy.jpg
【SSS】：You keep telling me not to shout, but then you trick me into shouting. Wen Song, you've really gone astray.
Wen Song suddenly realized what was happening, and smiled, her lips curving upwards, her mood tinged with a touch of joy.
Seeing this, Xiao Liu, who was sitting next to him, asked curiously, "Brother Wen, what are you laughing at?"
The leaders on stage were still keeping the atmosphere lively and giving speeches. Wen Song sent Guan Sui a pat-on-the-head emoji, then turned off her phone. The smile on her face faded slightly, and she leaned forward, saying, "Chatting with my family."
I can't say these three terms—husband, wife, and lover—to outsiders for the time being.
He's a bit shy.
Xiao Liu: "Is it with your spouse?"
Wen Song nodded: "Yes."
His colleagues in the department all knew that he had a girlfriend, because for the past three years, he had never taken off the plain ring on his left ring finger, nor had he deliberately tried to hide it. He would openly admit it when asked.
Xiao Liu looked on with envy: "So lucky!"
"Brother Wen, you've been dating for so many years and even got your marriage certificate, when are you planning to have the wedding?"
A while ago, Wen Song and Guan Sui returned to the Guan family's old house to meet the parents and discuss the wedding date. The latter suggested that the wedding be held after the new year, with a month to prepare.
No one would object to this.
Even Guan Ming.
What's done is done, and there's no going back.
I just felt that Guan Ju was desperate to get married, and she exuded an aura of worthlessness.
"It'll be soon," Wen Song said with a smile.
Xiao Liu asked, "Has the date been set?"
Wen Song nodded: "It's settled, the fifth day."
This was an auspicious day chosen by Lu Qing, suitable for marriage, so they've been busy every day lately. They've been busy finding a venue, preparing their attire and suits, and compiling a guest list and invitations.
"Wow!!" Xiao Liu didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
"I'll be going to the wedding to have a drink then."
Wen Song: "Definitely."
He and Xiao Liu were close, so he naturally invited her to his wedding, such an important occasion.
After the annual meeting ended, Wen Song left the hotel with the massage device she had won in the raffle. Just as she was about to hail a taxi, she noticed a familiar Maybach parked on the side of the road.
Xiao Liu exclaimed in surprise: "A Maybach? I remember this car costs at least several million, maybe even tens of millions. It looks like it's waiting for someone. Does this rich young master also drive for Didi?!"
"I'm so envious. Why can't there be one more rich person like me in this world?"
"Isn't that Wen Ge?"
Wen Song: "Yes."
At that moment, the Maybach's door opened.
Assistant Zhou walked towards their location, stopped, bowed slightly, and then very naturally took the prize from Wen Song's hand.
"Mr. Wen, the boss is waiting for you in the car."
Xiao Liu was stunned.
Although his thought process was a bit strange just now, seeing Zhou's behavior now made him realize one thing: the young master of the wealthy family was real, so Wen Song was the "young mistress" of the wealthy family?!
It turns out that the wealthy person was right next to him.
"Xiao Liu, where do you live?" Wen Song asked. "I'll give you a ride home on my way."
Xiao Liu instinctively wanted to answer, "I live in—"
He paused at the end, his head shaking like a rattle-drum.
"No, no! Thank you for your kindness, Brother Wen, but I'll just take a taxi back later."
After saying goodbye to Xiao Liu, Wen Song went to the Maybach, and Assistant Zhou helped him open the back door.
Alpha's height is exceptional, and even though the carriage is spacious enough, his long, straight legs still seem to have nowhere to go, making the space inside feel somewhat cramped and narrow.
Assistant Zhou got into the car and raised the partition in the middle.
"Are you tired?" Guan Sui reached out and squeezed Wen Song's palm.
Wen Song had drunk some red wine at the annual meeting and still smelled slightly of alcohol. He shook his head slightly and said, "I'm not tired. It's just a lucky draw, a meal, and a toast."
The whole process was quite easy, unlike those childish little games shared online.
Guan Ju asked, "When do you plan to go back to Qingshan Town for the New Year?"
Wen Song said, "On New Year's Eve."
Guan Ju asked again, "When will you be back?"
Wen Song replied, "Second year of junior high."
Guan Ju felt a little unbearable at the thought of being separated for two days.
The car soon arrived at the villa where they lived.
Song Lanxue had been taken home by Wen Song's uncle some time ago, and Guan Ju kept finding excuses to let him stay, so he eventually settled down here.
The two are currently living together.
"I'm going to take a shower first." Wen Song went straight upstairs.
Guan Ju followed Wen Song back to the room.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I took off my coat and casually placed my expensive watch on the bedside table.
Wen Song was looking for clothes in the dressing room.
Suddenly, the scent of Alph's essence filled my back.
A pair of strong, powerful hands gently encircled his waist, then pressed against him from behind, embracing him, his head drooping to the side of his neck.
"What's wrong?" Wen Song felt that the Alpha was unusually clingy.
The pheromones are normal.
It's not the susceptible period.
"It's nothing," Guan Ju said, "I'm just suddenly a little nervous."
Wen Song was confused. "Huh?"
Guan Ju said, enunciating each word clearly, "The wedding is still half a month away."
Wen Song immediately understood that Alpha was experiencing premarital "anxiety".
This anxiety is not the same as that kind of anxiety; it's simply the tension that arises from facing something you've been looking forward to for a long time.
Alphas are extremely possessive; during the few days we've lived together, she bites him every time she leaves the house as a mark.
Now that we're going to be apart for two days, I feel a little reluctant.
"Do you want to come back with me?" Wen Song asked.
Guan Ju's tone was a little somber: "It might not work. There's a custom in Suicheng that you can't stay overnight at the other party's house a few days before the wedding."
Wen Song felt that Alpha was like a giant dog that had been temporarily abandoned, feeling wronged and pitiful. He clung to him and didn't want to let go, being particularly clingy.
No one has ever seen this side of Guan Ju.
Except for him.
"So what do you want to do?" He knew Alpha would definitely have a solution.
Guan Ju kissed Wen Song's cheek: "Since we won't be able to see each other for a few days, how about—"
Just as Wen Song was about to ask what was wrong, he was suddenly picked up and carried steadily toward the bed.
The incident happened so suddenly that he was in a daze.
Once placed on the soft, large bed, Wen Song blinked, "What does this mean?"
Guan Ju took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. He leaned down and kissed Wen Song's eyelids, saying, "Let's not waste time and do it a few more times now."
"—To ease my current tension and sadness from not seeing them for two days."
Wen Song: "?"
"Wait, wait! I haven't taken a shower yet!"
"I'll wash it for you when I'm done." Alpha deftly unbuttoned his shirt.
...........
Everyone says that once a man is over twenty-five, he's fifty-two and can only chat in bed, so why is Guan Ju so addicted?
He appears abstinent, but in reality, he is deeply sensual.
Is this the power of a top-tier Alpha?
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