Dressed As An Omega Who Was Divorced By Seven Alphas

Chapter 9

Muriel’s memorial service will be held tomorrow.

At that time, there will be a large number of insiders and reporters from various media to attend.

He Huan’s intellectual brain has been bombed since he woke up in the morning.

The Gibbs family was relentless in trying to reconcile with him.

He Xun wanted to ask him not to tell the cause of Muriel’s death.

He Huan sneered, he made things difficult for the original owner before, but did he think about today?

After He Huan finished handling matters related to tomorrow’s memorial service, he turned off his brain and went to rest.

He still has a film in hand, and the crew informed him to go to the set the day after tomorrow to film the last two scenes of his role.

He Huan only has some memories of the original owner, and he is not very familiar with this book called “Another World in the Box”.

It takes time to practice.

By the time he found some sense, most of the day had passed.

After dinner, He Huan lay down in the bathtub filled with warm water, stretched his limbs comfortably, and relaxed his body after a hard day.

The pool water wet his neck, and there were red marks in the faint water.

Touching these marks with fingers, although it doesn’t hurt anymore, but there is a strong sense of presence. Every time I take a bath, He Huan is reminded how hard a man once marked him.

He Huan wiped off the mist from the mirror on the wall, and leaned out from the back of his neck. The glands in the mirror returned to their former cleanliness.

From the outside, he looks like an unmarked oga.

But the emptiness of the body cannot deceive itself.

He Huan buried his face in the water, trying to wash away the handsome face in his mind.

Temporary gratification has caused more serious consequences.

It’s just that the pheromone marks the gland, which can’t satisfy oga’s greedy needs, not to mention, his body has been completely opened by the other party.

A little bait under the taste of food marrow is about equal to drinking poison to quench thirst.

Before he could suffocate, the water broke out. He Huan turned the faucet to replace the hot water with cold water.

Geez…what a terrible experience.

Taking a bath not only does not relax, but also makes the body more tired.

He Huan changed into loose clothes, went to the balcony and sat cross-legged, practicing under the moonlight.

Because of his successful revenge on Sedran, part of the resentment of the original owner’s soul was eliminated, and his mana was restored.

So he was able to tamper with Fitz’s memory two days ago.

As long as he eliminates the mark as soon as possible and cuts off his dependence on alha pheromone, the man will no longer miss himself.

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Muriel’s belated memorial service was held in an incomparably grand manner.

Fans and media reporters from some remote planets even set off three days in advance and traveled thousands of miles.

They were dressed in dark clothes, with solemn expressions, holding all blue flowers in their hands—Muriel’s favorite cornflower.

Cornflower is a plant that is hardy to cold and dry, and the poorer the soil, the more bright flowers it can bloom.

Just like Muriel, she is hard-working and hard-working.

This is her biggest shining point and the reason why fans follow her.

It was still dark when He Huan arrived, and fans and reporters surrounded the cemetery.

At a glance, the entire cemetery is decorated with these small blue flowers.

It’s like opening hope in the dead wasteland.

When everyone saw He Huan, they bowed slightly to salute, which was their respect for the love in their hearts.

Shocked by their solemnity, He Huan also bent over to return the salute.

Muriel and the original owner would be very pleased if they could see such a scene from above the nine heavens.

The sky was drizzling, and in the gray dawn, the scenery of the cemetery was heavy.

There was silence all around, only the slight sound of He Huan’s footsteps.

He walked to Muriel’s grave, put his right hand on the tombstone, and looked at the smiling woman in the photo.

She was so cheerful and lively, full of enthusiasm for life.

Birds that belong to the sky should not be imprisoned in cages and finally sacrificed to depression.

He Huan put the cornflower in his hand in front of the grave, and said softly, “I hope you will be free in the next life.”

He then stepped aside to accept condolences from all.

Fans stepped forward one by one, placed the flowers in their hands in front of the tombstone, and said their carefully prepared condolences.

He Huan gave them a souvenir.

There are many photographers standing next to them, holding a variety of photography equipment, and making live reports on their respective platforms.

His almost whispering “freedom” spread throughout the stars.

A hurricane suddenly hit the Internet.

— What does He Huan mean by that sentence? What abuse did the goddess suffer?

—He Xun is such a bastard, the goddess must have been designed by him to marry him.

— Even if I go to jail, I will smash this cheap man!

He Xun, who was driving to the cemetery, was a little uneasy. He didn’t want to attend any memorial service at all.

But now the situation is hard to come by, he is Muriel’s husband, he has to go if he doesn’t, and at the same time, He Huan must be prevented from saying any inappropriate words.

In the past few days, there have been a lot of bad comments about him on the Internet, and I can’t delete them all.

Netizens are like tarsal maggots, insisting on digging out what happened back then.

Thinking of facing difficulties from countless media reporters later, and Muriel’s crazy fans…

He Xun tugged on his tie irritably, frowning into a frown.

He Jin, who was sitting in the co-pilot, suddenly cursed.

He Xun was already in a bad mood, so he yelled angrily: “What are you arguing about?!”

He Jin showed him the comments on the Internet: “Dad, He Huan said that you restricted Muriel’s freedom, and all the netizens were misled by him and scolded you. What does Muriel’s death have to do with you? She …”

He Xun glanced at the ruthless comments on the Internet, and his face turned blue with anger: “Nizi!”

The manipulator pressed a wrong button and almost collided with the car behind. The car behind made a sharp turn and was just short of the guardrail.

The owner of the car behind was an irritable Alha, who directly forced He Xun’s car to stop, and knocked on He Xun’s window cursingly: “How did you drive? What era is this? I almost caused a car accident for me. Did you use your brain when you go out? Stupid !”

Intelligent AI is widely used in the interstellar era, and car accidents have rarely occurred.

He Xun is used to being a high-ranking person, and most of the time, others compliment him, so he can’t stand others pointing his nose and scolding him.

What’s more, he is in a very bad mood today.

“Who the **** are you scolding? Do you have the quality!”

Alha froze for a moment, then pointed at He Xun’s face: “Are you that scumbag He Xun?”

Now there are photos of He Xun everywhere on the Internet. His face is more famous than many celebrities.

He Xun’s forehead was throbbing with blue veins: “Give me some **** respect!”

Alha sneered, and grabbed He Xun’s collar: “Respect? Respect for an idiot? You killed Muriel, and you’re **** insulting the word ‘respect’!”

He Xun’s complexion sank, he twisted Alha’s wrist and pushed him hard: “Get lost!”

His push was tantamount to pouring another bucket of oil on the furious Alha.

“You’re so arrogant when you drive into someone with your **** car?!”

He Xun rolled up the window and was about to leave.

Alha quickly grabbed his tie: “Want to run? Hit someone and still want to run, scum is indeed scum!”

He Xun was almost suffocated by him, and He Jin tried hard to break Alha’s hand, but how could he help with that little strength.

Chu Meixuan, who was sitting in the back row, yelled at the bodyguards in the back: “What are you doing sitting there? Hurry up and help!”

Four strong Beta bodyguards got out of the car and immediately surrounded Alha.

Alha was not afraid, and went forward with her chest up: “Try hitting me if you want!”

There are many vehicles coming and going around, all going to Muriel’s memorial service.

Seeing the dispute here, they all slowed down and waited and watched, and some even took pictures.

The bodyguards didn’t dare to hit people without He Xun’s order, they just pushed Alha away.

“Why are you beating my husband?!”

A petite male oga got out of the car, holding the shooting equipment in his hand, walked to He Xun’s car angrily, saw He Xun in the driver’s seat, and was stunned: “He Xun?”

He Xun saw that the shooting equipment in his hand was the most popular model used by Internet anchors nowadays.

His face immediately changed: “What are you afraid of shooting, turn it off!”

He Jin stretched out his hand to cover the screen in a panic, and threatened with a fierce face: “You are infringing on the right of portrait, close it now, or I will send you a lawyer’s letter!”

Oga is a well-known anchor. He came to the memorial service today and broadcast live all the way, showing the audience what happened before.

At this moment, the screen is full of comments supporting him.

—Don’t be afraid, anchor, I’m a lawyer, if he dares to send you a lawyer’s letter, I’ll help you with the lawsuit for free.

—The anchor help me hold this guy, I’m still a few kilometers away, my brother and I beat him up for you!

—I forwarded it to other anchors to spread the word, let’s all go clean up this scumbag!

Oga suddenly gained confidence, and bravely yelled back: “It’s because you didn’t drive well, almost caused a traffic accident, and beat my husband without apologizing, is there any justice!”

He Xun felt that he was messing around, all kinds of troubles came together, and he wanted to swear.

Seeing this, Chu Meixuan grabbed He Xun and said, “I’ll handle this matter, you drive to the memorial service first.”

Oga saw a lady getting out of the car, and was a little confused.

By the time he reacted, He Xun had already started the car and ran away.

Oga chased after him for a few steps: “Hey! Hey! You are too shameless!”

Seeing that He Xun’s car turned a corner and couldn’t even see the car’s butt, he stomped his feet angrily.

Just when he thought he was going to suffer a lot today, the comments in the live broadcast room suddenly changed from cursing to laughing.

– good news! A brother stopped He Xun, a hot chicken, and there was a live broadcast on 3378.

— Hahaha, everyone, look at that doggy face, it’s like a palette.

Oga hurriedly greeted her husband to get in the car, and ran to the theater.

Chu Meixuan wanted to show off her public relations skills, but before she could speak, that oga pulled her alha back to the car like a gust of wind.

Chu Meixuan sneered, knowing that these people were strong in nature, “You shouted fiercely, but you just shrank back into your tortoise shell obediently.”

She pursed her lips triumphantly, and was about to ask the life secretary to drive another car.

Suddenly, a bodyguard showed her a brain in a panic.

Chu Meixuan looked at the picture and almost fainted out of breath.

He Xun’s car was surrounded by more than a dozen vehicles, and the huge crowd surrounded He Xun.

The strong Alha pushed He Xun like a ball.

He Xun’s well-groomed hair turned into a chicken coop, his haute couture suit was wrinkled more than pickles, his leather shoes fell somewhere, and a pair of white socks turned into briquettes.

“Hit and run, capitalists are awesome!”

“It’s great to have a bodyguard, not only hitting the anchor’s husband, but also threatening him?!”

“You **** still has the face to attend Muriel’s memorial service, it’s simply dirtying her reincarnation.”

“Call the police! Call the police!” Chu Meixuan was so angry that her hands trembled, and she frantically activated her brain: “I want the police to arrest all of these people and put them in jail!”

“There’s no need to call the police.” A passer-by parked next to the theater showed Chu Meixuan his smart brain screen, which displayed the phone number of the police station: “I have already kindly reported it for you, and I also attached a video of the crash. I believe the police will invite Mr. He to drink tea soon, no need to thank me.”

The author has something to say: Gong: Today is a day of no drama, and I even lost my memory.

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