The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Pei Du's fingers paused for a moment, then he turned over his phone, not intending to let anything irrelevant affect this wonderful night.

He handed the document over and said, "Think about it carefully tonight. Take the contract home and read it carefully. If you have any questions, be sure to ask me. If you have made up your mind, go to the company to sign the contract tomorrow."

"I can sign now." Wen Qiu said without hesitation.

"Don't you want to see your office?"

“I still have an office?”

"Of course, it's just outside my office, in a small independent room."

"Wow……"

Pei Du asked him to think carefully, but it was obvious that his mind was already occupied by the independent office. Only at this time could he feel that Wen Qiu was still just a young college student, the kind of innocent little leeks that capitalists loved to cut.

When it falls into my hands in the future, I have to train it well from scratch. Thinking of this, Pei Du felt a little excited. A good raw stone like Wen Qiu would surely shine brightly as long as it was carefully polished.

After dinner, Pei Du took the initiative to clean up the dishes, rinsed them and put them all in the dishwasher.

Wen Qiu drank a lot of wine, and sat at the kitchen island in a daze, looking at him with his chin in his hand. This was the first time he saw Pei Du doing housework, and he had to say it was very fresh. The man's back was also good-looking, with a broad back and long legs, a perfect figure that all ALPHAs would envy. But he wore an apron, which added a sense of homeliness, as if he was a husband...

Wen Qiu was startled by the word "husband" that popped up in his mind, and then he couldn't help laughing. As a half-baked screenwriter, he had a rich imagination. He began to imagine that one day Pei Du would get married, and during the day he would be an elite in the company, talking about hundreds of millions of business, but at night when he returned home, he would be like all husbands, trapped in the trivialities of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Then, he might have a child, and he would hold the bottle, helplessly coaxing the baby; he might cook dinner for his family on a whim, and even if the food tastes terrible, he would carefully arrange the dish, because he is a person who pursues perfection in everything... He will also have a wife, who must be from a prominent family like him, and she will be envied and blessed by everyone when she goes out.

Pei Du wiped his wet hands, walked over and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Qiu was still smiling, and he was drunk as he spoke, "Because I'm happy..."

"Are you happy now?" Pei Du stroked his hair, "I haven't given you the last gift yet."

Wen Qiu put all his worries aside and looked up at him expectantly: "Another gift?"

This was truly the happiest day in recent years. Even in his dreams he had never felt so happy. He really didn't know what else could make him happier.

Pei Du smiled without saying anything, took off his apron, turned on the dishwasher, and then walked up to him slowly, keeping him in suspense, "Follow me."

Wen Qiu was taken by his hand to the small screening room, and only then did he notice that the screen was still on.

Pei Du turned off the light and pressed the switch.

"Shua——" The projection room suddenly fell into darkness, and then the screen flickered, and suddenly a face appeared. He was wearing his signature black beret and thick-framed glasses, and behind his untidy beard was a big smile.

In this video, which was obviously shot with a cellphone, Director Lu Jia waved at the camera and said, "Happy birthday, Wen Qiu!"

Then he held up the script filled with notes in his hand and said, "I've read your work. It's really, really great. It's much better than when I first debuted!"

"So I must say that you are this!" Lu Jia gave the camera a thumbs up, "And I also gave you some small suggestions, you can refer to them. I heard that you are going to participate in the Wenxin Cup competition? Don't worry, there is absolutely no problem, you can crush those rookies!"

“Keep it up, young man,” Lu Jia finally said, shaking hands with him. “Maybe in a few years, we’ll have another chance to work together!”

The screen went black, the show ended, and the lights in the room came back on.

Wen Qiu stood there motionless, staring blankly at the screen, completely stunned.

Lu Jia…his favorite director, the director who shot what he considered a genius film…the weird and difficult Lu Jia who never stopped saying shocking things…read his own script and even boasted about how awesome he was…

Pei Du sat on the sofa, holding the stack of scripts in his hand, and waved at him, "Come and sit down."

Wen Qiu still walked towards him unsteadily, as if in a dream. In the end, he couldn't help but pinch himself hard to make sure he was not dreaming. "Oh my God..." He finally reacted a little and looked at Pei Du in disbelief, "You really contacted Lu Jia? Isn't he very busy recently..."

"He happened to be in Congcheng a few days ago, so I went to visit him in person." Pei Du said it lightly, but Wen Qiu immediately felt the hard work behind it. To get a big director who never pays any attention to anyone to take time out to read the script for a newcomer, even Pei Du must have put in a lot of thought.

This gift was too heavy, yet too wonderful. Wen Qiu seemed to be infused with a lethal dose of happiness. He lowered his head and murmured, "You don't have to do this..."

"What do you mean you don't need it? This is your birthday. In my opinion, no matter how much preparation is done, it's not excessive." Pei Du smiled and said, "Well, don't you want to see what Lu Jia wrote to you?"

His arms were open, a malicious invitation. Wen Qiu once again knew what he wanted without any hesitation, and sat on his lap.

Pei Du hugged him from behind and read with him the script that Lu Jia had revised himself.

The script undoubtedly has a strong appeal, but this posture is too ambiguous, and Wen Qiu soon becomes distracted. A long time ago, on that night at the party villa, Pei Du had hugged him like this. But at that time, the two were not familiar with each other, so the hug was not intimate.

Now, Pei Du put a lot of weight on him, and his arms tightened around his waist, making him feel like he was being captured by a wild beast. Wen Qiu didn't even have the chance to struggle, and was held in his arms as he pleased, naturally touching that thing, his heart pounding faster, and his fingers and toes all curled up tightly.

The most annoying thing was that Pei Du clearly had a reaction, but he still pretended to be nothing and discussed the script with him seriously, but his breath sprayed all over his ears: "Look, Director Lu helped you modify this line very well. The character suddenly became three-dimensional..."

"Huh..." The words fell into his ears, and soon melted into his boiling mind. Wen Qiu realized that he was panting rapidly, and the burning emotions were poured with alcohol, burning in his blood vessels. He couldn't bear it anymore and half turned his body to cover his mouth, "Enough!"

Pei Du loosened his arms slightly, so Wen Qiu broke free from his restraints and used brute force to push the hateful man down. In an instant, the positions were reversed, Pei Du was pushed back on the sofa, and he sat on the man, looking down at him.

From his posture, he seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact, he was still the one being controlled. Pei Du was still at ease, waiting for his next move with interest, but he had already lost his composure, and all his rationality turned into a vast flame, emitting the power to destroy everything.

Wen Qiu closed his eyes and leaned over to kiss his lips regardless.

However, there was no expected soft touch - Pei Du blocked it with his palm and looked at him with a smile: "Have you thought about it? Didn't you say you would save it for true love?"

Wen Qiu opened his eyes and looked at him through a palm. His eyes were bright and sharp, and the surging emotions and desires in them made Pei Du's heart skip a beat for no reason - he suddenly realized that he might not be afraid that Wen Qiu would regret it, but that he was afraid that he would not be able to withstand such surging love.

"A kiss is just a kiss, it doesn't mean anything." Wen Qiu grabbed his wrist and firmly moved his hand away, but held his lips. Like dry wood that would ignite at a touch, wildfire began to spread from the moment they touched. Pei Du soon became more active and passionate than him, pressing him under him, greedily grabbing his sweet breath.

After the kiss, both of them were panting. Pei Du supported himself on him, pulling his fading rationality and warned him: "Don't regret it."

Wen Qiu grabbed the ribbon tied around his neck, pulled him down, and kissed him deeply again, "You are."

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It was late at night, Pei Du sat alone on the bed, like a well-fed beast, savoring everything that had just happened. Wen Qiu was so tired that he had fallen asleep, and he didn't wake up when Pei Du helped him clean up. After washing, there were no suitable clothes for him, so Pei Du simply put on one of his T-shirts.

So he lay beside her unconsciously, his two long legs sticking out from under his T-shirt. Although he was washed clean from head to toe, he still exuded his own pheromones from the inside out.

Pei Du quietly looked at his sleeping face, seeing his soft hair falling beside his ears, his long eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks, and his lips being kissed until the skin was broken, with a rosy red color.

This was an OMEGA that he had just possessed. He was ignorant of many things. He taught him little by little and plundered him step by step. Perhaps it was the instinct of ALPHA, or the bewitching pheromone, Pei Du's heart softened incredibly, as if it was immersed in warm water, condensing heat continuously.

The night wind blew quietly, and the moonlight filled the room. Pei Du remembered many things, including their first and second meeting, the cunning Omega, who had a pair of defensive emerald eyes.

I remembered the osmanthus trees and Bethlehem perfume on campus, OMEGA dressed like a laurel goddess, and his pheromones that made people dream.

Later, the cunning rabbit came to him, abandoning all his dignity and risking everything, as if he could touch his soul that was shrunken in pain by just reaching out his hand. He was moved by sympathy, and his desire to take him in, take care of him, and feed him gradually turned into his desire to capture him, mark him, and possess him. He was sinking deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself.

Finally, it was the unexpected disaster. When he learned that Wen Qiu was in trouble, his long-calm heart was disturbed and set off a huge wave of shock. He loaded the gun with bullets one by one, determined to kill anyone who stood in his way.

He thought, if he was not destined to be alone for the rest of his life, and if he really wanted to find someone to spend his life with, then it would be him, and he would not be wrong.

(End of this chapter)