Major General's Omega is Gorgeous

Almost all the restaurants on Crescent Street will reserve a private room for them.

The meal is served.

Lu Qiao looked normal, and even looked interested in enjoying the new products of the season, but Hana was very worried.

She knew what Lu Qiao meant, the military headquarters got off work at five o'clock, which meant that Lance could come back, or at least talk to Lu Qiao.

Lance never made private calls during working hours, and Lu Qiao knew this well.

He didn't intend to disturb Lance until five o'clock.

Correspondingly, after five o'clock, if Lance does not respond...

Haina quietly glanced at Lu Qiao, and then at her brother—Haiman also seemed to be fine, and chatted leisurely with Lu Qiao about the customs and customs of the places where the food was produced.

It seemed that she was the only one who was anxious.

Lu Qiao is always so assertive, saying that we can talk about it after five o'clock, so he really put this matter aside.

If she encounters this kind of thing...then ask her brother to help her!But Lu Qiao's elder brother would definitely not care about him... Hai Na felt wronged for Lu Qiao.

Before five o'clock, Lu Qiao said goodbye to Haiman, and Haina insisted on staying with Lu Qiao.

"Then let's go to the theater." Lu Qiao saw through her thoughts and did not refuse.

It was getting late from the theater.

It was already past five o'clock.

Lu Qiao still didn't say anything, and even dragged her around the street with great interest.

It wasn't until eight o'clock that he turned on his personal optical brain that had been turned off for a long time:

"It's not too early, it's almost time."

He bid farewell to Hana under her worried eyes, and set foot on the special car home.

The screen of the optical computer hangs in the air, shining brightly, with nine missed calls in bright red.

Nine, hum.

This is their tacit agreement.If Lance called Lu Qiao three times and didn't answer, it basically meant that there was no need to try again for the next hour.

Where did this tacit understanding come from?

It seems that in high school, Lu Qiao and Lance lost their temper and said something like this in a fit of anger: "I still don't answer the three, I just don't want to talk to you, reflect on yourself for an hour and then come to me!"

Lance has been practicing it until now.

Even phone calls are stuck.

Lu Qiao's bad mood seemed to be easily dispelled by the bright red number "9".

And Lance just made a few phone calls, but he didn't answer the phone, and he didn't do anything, so Lu Qiao couldn't stop smiling on his face after a day of peace.

It's not fair to compare what happened to him today.

But Lu Qiao never pursued fairness with Lance.

What is fairness?It's not worth mentioning to be fair, and it's not as good as the sub-second moment when Lance dialed the number casually.

The house is brightly lit.

As if deliberately waiting for him to come back, from the courtyard gate to the garden to the door, a string of dim yellow lamps were lit, just to illuminate a path.

The path was laid out by them together, along with the garden.

Every stone on the path bears the weight of every day they walked together.

When Lu Qiao walked to the door, a small cluster of indescribable softness was already welling up in her heart.

He was destined to be reluctant to embarrass Lance.

The soft heart is soft, and the anger is still there.

So when Lance opened the door, what he saw was Lu Qiao with frowning eyes.

It is a kind of beautiful frost on the carved glass, which is cold and makes people want to hold it until it melts.

Lu Qiao was still holding some small and exquisite bottles and cans, and Lance took them all with a wink, and placed them on the shelf one by one.

Lance left this house for more than half a year, but when he came back, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. The memory of this room seemed to be still yesterday, so he was handy when handling these items.

"Say."

He sat on the sofa, watched Lance busy, narrowed his eyes lazily, and spit out a word.

"Seventh Star's Propaganda Department's proposal, Quinn's application, I agree." Lance's voice was still so low, and others sounded reliable, but it was all sexy to his ears.

Lu Qiao waited, but did not wait for the second sentence.

He stared straight at Lance.

"Gone?"

"..." Lance sat down beside him and put his arms around him, "I thought you only needed this explanation."

He looked at the deep eyes of alpha beside him, opened and closed his lips, his voice was calm, but his eyes suddenly became sour.

"You know me well."

They understand each other.

Lance is a typical rational supremacy, career supremacy.Quinn has always been by his side, has first-hand information, and has done an excellent job, while Lu Qiaoyuan is in the imperial capital, so it is clear at a glance who will take the post.

Therefore, he did not need to think too long in agreeing to Quinn's application.

It doesn't need to be personal, either.

As for Lu Qiao...

Lu Qiao loves him, understands him, and will support him.

No return.

It didn't take him a second to sort out Lance's attitude towards this matter.

It is nothing more than that Quinn's position is more suitable for this job, with higher efficiency and more reasonable resource allocation.

What's more, Quinn's application has also caught up with the reform of the military department, which is a good time to advocate the promotion of Omega's equal right to work.

And Lu Qiao, as Lance's lover, did not serve in the army. Although he has been in contact with the news department for preparations, in fact, it has nothing to do with the behind-the-scenes work of the news report.

If you want the government to use a title to describe such an identity, um, probably it is, enthusiastic people?

Therefore, Quinn's transfer is legal and compliant, and from the perspective of others, it is reasonable.

Lance's arrangements are difficult to be swayed by, or blinded by, emotions.

This is usually a great advantage, whether to his career or to his colleagues or subordinates.

The gaps behind the advantages are probably destined to be borne by his relatives and friends.

Lu Qiao tightened his grip on Lance's collar.

Lance understood him too.

He is willing to pay for Lance, the only thing he can't bear is that Lance has someone else in his heart.

This should be expected, not a requirement.

He asked for very little.

So Lance would not take the initiative to ask Quinn to replace Lu Qiao's job.

But when Quinn's application came to him after layers of approval, he would not veto it.

Hina was a little worried that it was wrong.

They don't argue about it at all.

Because from the beginning to the end, they are clear about the other party's thoughts and decisions.

At most, Lance explained the cause and effect.

So Lance will say that's all he needs.

The truth is this.

But human emotions can always break through the shackles of reason.

So what if you want to understand?

Don't you feel angry or sad?

The corners of his eyes were red, and he bit Lance's shoulder hard.

Just for a moment, he let go:

"I won't bite you, I still feel bad if I bite you."

Lu Qiao seemed to have no strength or bones, and curled up in Lance's arms: "I did it very seriously."

He tugged on Lance's collar once and for all, sullenly, frowning, but still unhappy.

"I know, I know," Lance's kiss was long and gentle, "no one else would be better than you."

"I'm afraid that the Imperial News Department might not be able to get along with the people from the Seventh Star," he pouted, his mouth was moist and plump, light red, and tempting to taste, "I said I would like to thank the editor-in-chief for cooperating with Quinn."

This tone is completely asking for credit.

Right, what a wonderful Omega, except Lu Qiao, who in the entire empire would think about it for Lance in this situation?

Lance knew that Lu Qiao hated Quinn a lot, and he hated Quinn since high school.

It's just that Lu Qiao didn't say anything clearly, and he didn't interfere—as long as Lance's career was involved, he would always be with Lance.

Looking at the beautiful eyes of the man in his arms, Lance's heart softened into a mess.

"I took five days off."

Lu Qiao's eyes lit up slightly.

"You will also ask for leave?" He asked knowingly.

"Yeah, it's hard to ask for leave," Lance said in a hoarse voice, "Jojo stay with me."

Lu Qiao took the initiative to hug him back.

Suddenly, an empty space in Lance's heart was filled.

...He admitted that before Lu Qiao hugged him, he was a little flustered.

But now it seems that Lu Qiao loves him as always.

"I heard that the celebration will be on the same day as my birthday," Lu Qiao muttered in a daze when she was being carried to the bed, "Let me organize your celebration."

The military celebration party is actually an ancient aristocratic tradition, but it has been popularized in modern times, and it is diverse.

In any case, the celebration party run by nobles is the most legitimate.

Even the Seventh Army led by civilians is not immune.

This has become a cultural tradition.

Lu Qiao obviously wanted to use this excuse to ask for compensation for being replaced.

It is reasonable and just right to show his presence in front of Lance's subordinates.

When the lights went out, Lance responded in one gulp:

"it is good."