Sweet Alpha

Marshal's House.

Ryan expertly jumped off the hovering self-driving car and walked through the door openly.

The guard didn't look sideways, as if he was blind and didn't see.

When Ryan completely disappeared from the corner of the stairs and the influence of mental power was eliminated, the guard woke up suddenly, looked around for no one, and rubbed his head in a daze.

I always feel...someone passed by here just now.

Ryan ran back to the bedroom lightly, and quietly opened the door.

The house was empty.

He closed the door behind his back, took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, picked up the optical brain that Chu Yuwen gave him, and started the dress-up game.

50 billion pieces of clothes are enough for him to play until Chu Yuwen comes back.

Ryan played for an hour and finally passed the ninth level.

Pass the score.

Chu Yuwen beat the previous eight levels: the evaluation of "perfect" is simply out of place.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder made Ryan want to change the score to perfect according to the system clearance collocation.

After he sees the effect of matching according to the system's customs clearance recommendation, he immediately clicks to exit.

His eyes were frightened.

Ryan quit the game and started to browse the star network out of boredom.

At six o'clock in the evening, Ryan was a little hungry.

Omega's delicate stomach can't stand hunger.

The robot Avery appeared in time: "Madam, it's time to go to the fourth floor for dinner! It's a beautiful Chinese meal tonight."

Ryan showed a flustered expression, and quickly regained his composure, shaking his head: "No, I want to wait for my husband to come back and eat together."

Eli: (⊙o⊙)

The surprised look indicated that he didn't know how to react to the situation.

He tried: "However, the Marshal has ordered that he will come back very late. Madam, you need to eat, otherwise you will be hungry."

Ryan said firmly: "It's okay. I'll wait for my husband to come back."

Avery said at a loss: "But, but..." He didn't know what to say, the program didn't set him how to deal with this sudden situation, Avery showed a frustrated look on the electronic screen: (T︿T)

"I'm going to find Mr. Joel." Avery murmured, "Master Joel, what should I do? Madam refuses to eat..." Avery went downstairs quickly on four wheels.

Ryan: "..."

I really want to dismantle this machine.

Did they program the machine without telling Avery that he was looking after a 17-year-old, not a seven-month-old?

Ryan bowed his head and continued to play with the optical brain.

Although he didn't want to be with Chu Yuwen at all, he had to find a chance to get along with Chu Yuwen.

Chu Yuwen now treats him more as a display object, a very suspicious person who needs to be placed at home to watch carefully.Chu Yuwen was very gentle to him, but he spent only a handful of time with him these two days, except that he spent half a day touring the entire imperial capital with him at the beginning, and then never paid attention to him again.

Leaving him alone at home is like stocking up.

It's pitiful to have so little connection, how to cultivate feelings?What about attacking the heart?

He had to create the illusion that he was very attached to Chu Yuwen and couldn't even eat without Chu Yuwen.

This allowed Chu Yuwen to spend more time with him.

"Knock-"

"Come in."

Butler Joel stood at the door and said gently: "Madam, you should go to dinner."

Ryan said: "I said, I want to wait for my husband to come back."

"The Marshal has already had dinner at the military headquarters." Joel said.

Ryan bowed his head, with a stubborn voice: "It's okay, I just don't want to eat alone. I can wait."

Joel said politely, "Servants can accompany you."

Ryan was quite aggrieved: "But I only want Mister."

This soft but tough attitude surprised Joel for a moment. This Omega seemed to care about the Marshal.

Is it because of the estrus period?

Omegas have a natural attachment to Alphas who mark themselves.This Omega has only been marked not long ago, and it is the most sensitive and vulnerable period. He can't always see his Alpha, so it is reasonable to become anxious.

Joel bowed: "Okay, Mr. Marshal will be back at about nine o'clock tonight." Quietly backed out.

The room fell silent again.

Ruian rubbed his hungry stomach, and clicked on a food broadcast in the food section of Xingwang.com.

There is a saying: Wangmei quenches thirst, and painting cakes satisfies hunger.I can't eat it myself, and I can satisfy my craving just looking at it.

In the StarCraft era, live streaming is still popular.Some live broadcast mecha battles, some live sing and dance, and there are also live broadcasts of hand-splitting Zerg... There are many types of live broadcast content, and there are endless tricks, and eating and broadcasting seems to be the most popular one.

Especially for people in the middle three districts and the lower three districts who can only satisfy their hunger with nutrient solution, it is a kind of enjoyment to be able to see people in the third district eating all kinds of delicacies that they have never seen before.

People in the Upper Third Ward are happy to share their lives.They travel to alien galaxies, eat all kinds of space delicacies, and always take a photo to post on the Internet, or simply start a live broadcast.People in the other six districts will always see those good lives that do not belong to them on the Internet.

Feel unbalanced?of course.

But the gap is too big, so I can only accept my fate.

Some people seem to be born to accept their ordinary origins and mediocre fate, while others are always fighting.

There are always different choices in the same life.

Ryan clicked into a live broadcast room with the id: "Big Stomach King Rolling".I saw a middle-aged man with a fat head, probably a wealthy businessman living in the third district.In front of him were ten roasted suckling pigs that were oily and slippery. He tore off an elbow and took a big bite.

Ryan frowned slightly.

waste.

He quit and clicked into another food broadcast called: "Miss Rhine, Lady of the Imperial Capital".In the picture, the blond girl in a Victorian retro dress is sitting gracefully on a European-style sofa drinking afternoon tea—although Ryan doesn’t quite understand why he drinks afternoon tea at night, but that is indeed what afternoon tea should be for ancient European aristocrats. dishes.

The girl picked up a piece of French bread with a fork dignifiedly and reservedly. The size that could be swallowed in one bite was divided into ten bites by her, and she wished to break it into more than a dozen pieces to show her small stomach.

He withdrew without much interest.

hypocritical.

Ryan found another one with the ID: "Nutrition Master".A slovenly man inside, probably living in the sixth district, is desperately pouring different flavors of nutrient solution into the same cup: "Dear audience friends, please be careful. Mix watermelon, lemon, chili, and mustard flavors. The nutrient solution mixed together, what taste will it combine? I will show you one." He raised his neck and drank it, foamed at the mouth in an instant, fell to the ground and twitched, "Toxic——"

Ryan watched blankly.He knew that the nutrient solution had no taste at all, and the man's behavior was just grandstanding.

Sure enough, the man stood up again after three seconds, and said with a smile: "Did you deceive everyone just now? If you are deceived, please reward me with a yacht, or give me a like."

Life is not easy, it all depends on acting.

Ryan backed away silently.

vulgar.

These eating broadcasts are not as pleasing as Chu Yuwen's actions of enjoying western food.

Ryan didn't expect much and entered a live broadcast room where almost no one was watching.

This live broadcast room is very quiet, and the anchor hardly speaks.On the contrary, the barrage is very enthusiastic, and they are all swiping: "Anchor 666": "The anchor is so handsome": "I found a treasure brother": "Fortunately, I clicked in"...

This is probably a rookie streamer with no fan base at all, so his popularity is bleak.

In the picture is a handsome silver-haired young man, who is fiercely cutting open the hard carapace of the Zerg corpse with a dagger, exposing the tender and white meat inside.

He skewered the meat with a bunch of dead branches and roasted it over the fire. The snow-white worm meat was quickly roasted golden, and the aroma seemed to float out of the screen.

The bullet screens are all shouting hardcore food and broadcast.

Ryan perked up.

interesting.

The time is now 08:30 in the evening and the night is dark.The young man was sitting on a rock, and the bonfire illuminated his corner, reflecting the barrenness behind him.

The background seems to be an abandoned factory...or a desolate ruin.

The young man didn't speak, but just turned the barbecue silently.Those smoky gray eyes were very pretty.

The barrage began to float: "Why isn't the anchor talking?": "The anchor said something."

Seeing the barrage, the silver-haired young man pursed his lips, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't say anything.

When facing the camera, he dodges a little, probably due to his introverted personality.

Someone brushed the barrage: "Anchor, if you say something, I will smash a rocket with you."

A rocket is equivalent to [-] star coins.

The young man's smoky eyes lit up, and he said greenly, "Thank you, thank you..."

The voice is as gentle as water, very pleasant to hear.

The barrage shouted again excitedly: "Good Su's voice", the person who made this request really swiped a rocket.

Another person asked again: "What's your name, anchor? Tell me, and I'll smash one for you too."

The young man whispered: "...Serbia."

When the barrage saw his answer, they all became excited, and began to spend money asking him about his age, gender, and whether he was single... Serbia answered all of them, and only kept silent when it came to certain private questions. No matter how many barrage bids there are, don't say anything.

Ryan learned from it that Serbia is called Alpha, who just turned 26 this year and is unmarried.

He probably needed money urgently, so he started live broadcasting when he was desperate.Get attention by hunting Zerg.

The young man probably didn't know that his face was more attractive than the Zerg's.

Ryan was thinking about a question.

There are still some residual eggs in the lower three districts of the empire, which will grow into some weak Zerg.These Zergs are weak and weak, and generally they will not be Alpha's opponents.It can only cause some troubles to the ordinary residents of the lower three districts, and it is not a big deal.

Some mercenaries also earn bounties by hunting Zerg.

But the Zerg that Serbia killed... was too big.

It's not like a thin egg hatched in the lower three districts, but a strong adult Zerg.

Where the hell is Serbia?

This question was also asked in the barrage just now, but Serbia refused to answer and included it in the scope of unspeakable.

Others feel nothing.None of them were from the lower three districts, and they didn't realize that the Zerg hunted by Serbia was by no means what the lower three districts should have.

Ryan did.

Yan Weiliang knew.

The Zerg race was repelled by Chu Yuwen ten years ago.Now, if there are any powerful Zerg clans, except for the Zerg clan's base camp, Zerg Star, it is the... tenth district of the empire.

No one is forbidden.

Ryan moved his fingers a few times and tipped out a spaceship.

A spaceship costs [-] star coins, even if the platform fee is deducted, you can get [-] star coins to the anchor's account.

That's enough for a year's expenses for an ordinary family in the third district.

The account that Chu Yuwen created for him has an unlimited amount, and he can withdraw the amount at will.This man treats his Omega quite generously.

Yan Weiliang even wanted to ruin his family property, so that Chu Yuwen could only beg along the street.

...and can only think about it in a dream.

Seeing such a large amount, Serbia was also obviously stunned.The barrage has already started to appear: "Surprised local tyrants": "The local tyrants are worshiped by me".

Serbia stammered: "You, did you make a mistake? You can chat with my account privately, and I will refund the money to you..."

This young man who was desperately short of money, even wondered if someone else had made a mistake.

Even if it is a wrong type, for most people, the money in their pockets is their own, and there is no possibility of spit it out.

And Serbia's words also convinced Ryan that he didn't help the wrong person.

He typed a sentence in the input box and sent it out.

Ann: No, this is for you.

Serbia was a little embarrassed: "Then, what do you need me to do? What questions do you need me to answer? Sorry, I may not be able to answer some of the answers..."

Ann: Not at all.

Serbia froze.It seems that there is such a good thing in the world.

Ryan didn't read any more because it was almost nine o'clock.He had to go downstairs to meet Chu Yuwen, and acted like he had been waiting for a long time and was very excited about her husband's return.

He helped Serbia because he felt that this young man could kill an adult Zerg with his bare hands, and he was definitely a strong fighter above S level.

To be so poor, there is probably no power behind it.

If this kind of talent is not recruited, should we keep him as an anchor?

It's just that there seem to be a lot of secrets in youth, and the success rate of throwing an olive branch directly is estimated to be low.Then spend money first and become the number one on the local tyrant list.

It is always embarrassing to refuse too quickly when dealing with donors, and everything has to be weighed and considered.

Serbia suddenly received a huge sum of money and wanted to thank the person, but found that the other party did not speak in the barrage anymore.

...It seems that he has exited the live broadcast room.

Serbia silently wrote down the ID "An".

Joel continued to do his own thing when he went out, and did not tell Chu Yuwen that Ryan was waiting for him to come back.

The marshal is busy with everything, why should he bother with such trivial matters.Joel has not forgotten Ryan's dubious identity. How could he respect someone whose origin is unknown and may be harmful to the Marshal?

That Omega is obedient and obedient, but if he thinks that he can be pampered and be favored by the Marshal, he is very wrong.

And what is the Marshal, who is doing everything he can every day, doing?

... He was watching food and TV.

Chu Yuwen is actually not that busy. The situation is still superficially peaceful now, and his subordinates will deal with anything. What is presented to him is some important information that has been screened to the end.

So his time is actually very free.

It's just that he is used to working in the military department. He goes out at six in the morning and comes back at nine in the evening every day. His life is very regular.

But I forgot that there was one more person in the family.

After finishing his work in the military department today, when he was eating dinner, he suddenly thought of Ryan at home.

The way Ryan eats is so cute, it makes people want to eat.

He felt that he was bewildered, and he cared about a spy.

But Ryan is really cute.

Chu Yuwen recalled the situation of Ryan's meal, but the more he thought about it, the hungrier he became, and he ate another dinner.

My stomach is full after eating, but my heart is still not satisfied, as if something is missing.

It was the first time for the dissatisfied Marshal to fish during working hours—he turned on Xingwang and watched Food and Broadcasting.

But the more you look at it, the more dissatisfied you become.

This one is too vulgar, that one is too pretentious, and another man with a big appetite can't figure out how to induce vomiting in private... Anyway, they are not as cute and natural as Ryan, which makes people happy just looking at them.

After watching a bunch of eating and broadcasting, not only is there no sense of satisfaction, but it is even more empty, and there is also an inexplicable sense of anxiety.

Chu Yuwen struggled and endured until nine o'clock.

As soon as the time came, he couldn't wait to pack up his things and leave, stepped on the suspension vehicle and rushed to the house.

Then as soon as the door opened, the beautiful boy jumped into his arms in surprise: "Sir, you are back!"

Chu Yuwen hugged the soft boy in his arms, stiffened for a moment, and patted him on the back lightly.

"Ah."

The bosom was full, and the gap in the heart that had been vacant seemed to be filled the moment he saw the boy.

He thought he knew something was missing.

He's missing Ryan.

It turned out that he just wanted to see Ryan soon.