He Zheng gnawed on the chopsticks with a complicated mood.
If I accidentally overdid it, what should I do? It should be pulled out and chopped off. It's okay to be chopped, at least you don't have to worry about being c-sectioned or dying in bed when you give birth.
No more worrying about staying by his side all day.
With this man, he really has no sense of security at all.
Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyes and looked over: "I want to change clothes, go get them."
He Zheng's stagnant heart beat again, and he felt that he could save him again. His eyes lit up, and he quickly turned around to get Fang Tianzhuo's clothes.
Fang Tianzhuo stared at his figure running out, his lips pursed into a line.
He Zheng belongs to the kind of person who, no matter how long or how badly he is suppressed, if he is given a little way to survive, he will immediately become active.
Even if it is only fresh for a second, spare no effort.
Fang Tianzhuo had never seen such an agile little thing before, he was obviously afraid to die, but he was still provoking tirelessly, enjoying the little bit of happiness that came out of the crack. He glanced at the disheveled dish on one side, his eyes darkened again.
Damn stuff.
He Zheng quickly took a piece of clothes and walked back, Fang Tianzhuo stood up and spread his hands, showing no joy or anger.
He Zheng pursed his lips, took a deep breath, came over, took off the dirty coat, and put on a clean one himself, Fang Tianzhuo stared at his delicate eyebrows and said nothing.
After wearing it for so long, He Zheng didn't know much about other things, but he remembered very clearly how to dress him. This casual clothes are different from dragon robes, and there are not so many accessories, so it is simpler.
He Zheng buttoned up his buttons, tidied up his waistband, squatted down habitually to smooth his hem, stood up again, and was suddenly hugged by him, the man's fingers pinched his chin: "I let you Don't be afraid of me, but I don't want you to offend me over and over again, understand?"
He Zheng raised the corner of his mouth hypocritically: "Yes, I remember..."
Fang Tianzhuo's eyes suddenly narrowed: "You try to smile again."
He Zheng retracted the corner of his mouth and said softly, "I remember."
His pretending to be obedient made Fang Tianzhuo's eyes full of anger. He hadn't touched He Zheng for a while. At this moment, the slender waist under his palm and the smell on his body were involuntarily pointing his anger down. lead.
He Zheng clenched his lips tightly by him, he frowned and pushed, but the force was undetectable, not only couldn't push, but also made the man's movements even more severe.
"Your Majesty, I'm hungry." He Zheng resisted, panting, "The little prince is also very hungry, shall we eat?"
Fang Tianzhuo's lips touched under his ear, and he let go of him gloomily.
He Zheng slipped back to the chair and sat down, grabbed his elbow and stuffed it into his mouth, Fang Tianzhuo looked at it expressionlessly, He Zheng glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and deliberately wiped his lips with his elbow. Burning really frowned.
Tsk, I kissed so hard just now, I'm going to dislike him again when I see a mouthful of soy sauce.
Fang Tianzhuo finally moved his chopsticks.
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The Man Who Married a Tyrant [Book Wearing][MTL]
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