When an Alpha is Marked by One of His Own Kind

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When Lu Zhe got off the plane and took a taxi to his home, it was almost late at night.

The old house of the Lu family is located in the once most prosperous area of ​​Yuncheng. Halfway up the mountain is full of Begonia Xifu. Now it is the end of April. Although it is not the most prosperous blooming period of Begonia, the branches can still be seen with layers of light powder, road On both sides are scattered colorful, faint fragrance of flowers floating in the quiet night.

We greeted the babysitter at home in advance, and Lu Zhe smoothly passed the security check. When he walked to the door of the house, he looked up and saw the bright light from the windows on the first floor.

Lu Zhe didn’t think much about it. He just thought it was the lamp the nanny left him. After he opened the lock with his fingerprints, changed his shoes at the hallway and walked in—

He noticed the figure on the sofa in the living room.

The woman in silk-embroidered cheongsam wears a dark green shawl, and her beautiful and mature face is covered with delicate makeup, but there is a pitiful melancholy between her brows, which makes people unable to look away.

Lu Zhe paused, and listened to her gently and gently asked: “Xiao Zhe is back?”

The usual smile on his face disappeared, his eyes fell faintly in front, nodded, and he said: “Mom.”

After shouting, Lu Zhe was about to go upstairs, as if he hadn’t noticed why his mother was sitting on the sofa so late.

Just stepping on the first step, the woman on the sofa opened her mouth again. The voice that was too weak could not even cause an echo in this gorgeously decorated and lavish house, giving people a sense of loneliness and loneliness.

“Your father didn’t come back tonight.”

Lu Zhe paused, his palm on the armrest tightened and loosened, and he calmly answered:

“Go to bed early, Mom, staying up late is not good for your health.”

Su Qiongpei carefully looked at his son, who was standing on the stairs, who was much taller than he had imagined, and he also saw the polite alienation in his manner.

For a long time, she lowered her eyes lightly and opened her lips slightly: “Xiaozhe, you haven’t asked your mother if you are happy for a long time.”

Hearing this sentence, Lu Zhe’s eyebrows moved slightly, his breathing rhythm unconsciously slowed down, he took a deep breath, and repeated like a machine: “Is mom happy now?”

The woman on the sofa laughed. It seemed that by repeating the same communication and dialogue with her son, she was able to pretend that the rift between their mother and son did not exist.

When the smile disappeared, she said, “Unhappy.”

“Son, mom is not happy, you are so smart, can you give mom an idea like before?”

After speaking, Su Qiongpei raised his eyes to look at Lu Zhe, with a bit of expectation in his eyes.

However, Lu Zhe could not respond to her expectations: “Sorry, mother.”

Lu Zhe turned his gaze to the side, and said in a cold tone, “You have never heard my suggestion.”

When his voice fell, Su Qiongpei eagerly got up from the sofa, even leaning in Lu Zhe’s direction, showing a flattering appearance, lowering his tone, and replied softly, coaxingly:

“You said, I must listen, those women outside are too much, they always seduce your dad, always laugh at me secretly, you help mom come up with something—”