After I became O, I hugged the thigh of the scumbag ex

Looking at the white chrysanthemums floating in the pot, Ruan Weizhou seemed to have a bitter taste in his mouth. He swung his wine glass and took a sip. The white wine was relatively refreshing, and it tasted better in a steaming hot pot restaurant.

He praised: "Boss Liao's wine is good."

Liao Guanning looked at the water on Ruan Weizhou's lips, and raised the corners of his lips, "Drink less."

The corners of Ruan Weizhou's eyes twitched, he understood the sarcasm, and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Liao even chooses light hot pot and wine. If I can get myself into the hospital, I'm really a rare talent."

The hot pot was served quickly, and the two chatted while eating. Although it was a light chrysanthemum pot, the fish soup tasted very good, full of umami, and mellow, not bland.

After hesitating for a while, Ruan Weizhou still gave up the oil dish, and it's better to ask for guilt, he probably won't be able to go home tonight.

Ruan Weizhou looked at the opposite alpha through the churning and rising water vapor. Liao Guanning's face was very good, which was very in line with his aesthetics. At that time, he especially liked the small mole at the end of his eyes.

At the upper part of the corner of the eye, there is drooping eyes, but no lifting eyes, which is very wonderful.

He likes to put his arms around young people and kiss eyes. Liao Guanning never resisted his intimacy, and even knew that he was just a stand-in. He made it clear that the other party should choose whether to stay or not.

Now that I think about it, Liao Guanning really didn't want his money. He was rich at that time, but it was nothing compared to the Liao family. Maybe... Maybe he really liked him.

What about him?

Liao Guanning gave Ruan Weizhou a fish ball, "Tell me one by one that you gave him a nickname, Little Fish Ball, he likes it very much."

Ruan Weizhou didn't dip in the sauce either, and after eating the refreshing fish balls, he came to his senses, "It's fine if you don't reject them, and he won't let you call them one by one, and it's not convenient to call them by their first names."

"He does like fish balls."

Ruan Weizhou nodded, "I see."

When I took Liao Yiyi to eat oden, the kid obviously preferred this.

He paused slightly, glanced at the white chrysanthemums flying up and down in the pot, and asked, "You didn't want to find him a stepmother?"

Liao Guanning put down his chopsticks, leaned over to pour wine into Ruan Weizhou's empty glass, leaned back on the chair, folded his legs, and was not offended, "He doesn't need it."

Ruan Weizhou had already drank a lot, but the white wine tasted good. He was relaxed tonight, and he drank a lot without knowing it. He retorted almost without thinking: "Do you think he doesn't need it, or He really doesn't need it?"

Liao Guanning chuckled, but his eyes sank slightly, "In what capacity are you asking me this question?"

Ruan Weizhou is a bit stuck, what is his identity?What could he be?

Thinking of this, he became a little irritable. He swallowed the wine in the glass in one gulp, his throat stung, and tears were forced out. He wiped his eyes and said with a smile: "I don't have any identity, just say something from the perspective of a bystander, As I said, whether Mr. Liao listens or not is his own business, and I have no right to interfere."

Liao Guanning poured the wine again, the pot just turned off was still warm, still bubbling, and after a while, he said: "He likes hot pot very much, but he doesn't eat it often."

Ruan Weizhou tilted his head, and chuckled when he heard the words. He really liked it before, probably because he was influenced by the oden in the Japanese restaurant in his childhood. He always has a special liking for hot pot, shabu-shabu, etc., but not often. Eating is also a fact.

He can't go to a hot pot restaurant with tens of millions of partners to discuss business, and let the employees below know that the boss likes this kind of thing. He always feels... It's not good-looking.

But now that he thinks about it, it's funny. He likes to eat, but he just has too much burden and carries it too much.

——An alpha has to look like an alpha, it's not wise to show your hobbies to others.

Ruan Weizhou sighed softly, "Have you ever used another name before?"

"Used."

"Huh? What?"

"Chen Guan."

Ruan Weizhou felt a little dizzy in front of his eyes. He drank a lot of wine, and now he was drunk, and his mind was not sober. "Why did you use a fake name?"

If it weren't for the fake name, he wouldn't have made such a big oolong.

He hooked up with the big guy until he got hooked up to the boyish ex who he used as a stand-in, who could be as miserable as him.

Ruan Weizhou lowered his voice, his cheeks were a little red, and he looked like he was not drunk. Liao Guanning paid the bill through the APP, got up and got dressed, walked to Ruan Weizhou, and bent over to get closer to this unsuspecting Omega.

He replied softly: "In order to avoid other people's schemes, it is natural to keep a low profile."

"Well...who wants to plot against you?"

Liao Guanning put on Ruan Weizhou's coat, "Let's go, I'll tell you later."

If it wasn't for a tight string, suppressing his irritable emotions, he would definitely not stay for half an hour in a hot pot restaurant, a place full of people.

Ruan Weizhou was still thinking about going to pay the bill, Liao Guanning put his arms around the other person's shoulders, avoiding people coming and going, "I've settled the bill, you can invite me next time."

Ruan Weizhou shook his head and tried to wake himself up, but the effect was minimal, the cold wind didn't wake him up, instead it made him lean against Liao Guanning again.

Whenever he drinks white wine, he can be confused.

And in Liao Guanning's eyes, these small actions are just little chickens shaking their heads.

After sitting in the car, Ruan Weizhou became more drowsy when he was blown by the hot wind. It wasn't until Liao Guanning sat beside him that he realized that the two of them were in the back seat.

He couldn't control himself and fell to the side directly on his shoulder, "Did you call a substitute driver?"

Liao Guanning relaxed his body, let Ruan Weizhou lean on his shoulders, and continued to fall into his arms, and said slowly: "The Liao family tree has deep roots, a great foundation, and many constraints. Every prospective heir must leave the master at the right time. Family, do not rely on any resources of the family, earn the first pot of gold.

"It will last for three years. After the three years are over, it will be reviewed by the members of the board of directors. Only through the approval can the Liao family be inherited and recognized by the family."

Ruan Weizhou responded, "No wonder, you were so low-key back then to avoid obstruction and calculations at home?"

"That's right, that's one of the reasons why I put my team abroad."

The previous head of the Liao family, that is, his father, reminded him to pay more attention early in the morning, not just the opponent, but more obstacles from within the Liao family.

Liao Guanning knew that his father had no way to intervene, and he could only rely on himself. Once his father was found to be helpful, his inheritance qualification would be deprived immediately.

He didn't care about the Liao family, and he never thought about competing, but the situation was stronger than others, and he couldn't lose.

However, apart from inspections, the most important thing is to have a capital that can compete with the Liao family. If you want to be less restrained, you must have your own reliance.

Liao Guanning closed his eyes and continued: "The timing of his appearance is just right. Going back with him will help me hide my tracks. I know he is just playing for fun, and I know he has someone he likes. He just uses me as a substitute. We— — but each takes what he needs.”

It's just that all subsequent developments have exceeded expectations. The derailed train can only go straight forward, and it is impossible to get back on track. Even if it does go back, everything that happened in the past will not be wiped out.

[The author has something to say: the trial is in progress~]