The Man Who Married a Tyrant [Book Wearing][MTL]

Ch 37

The next day, He Zheng opened his eyes, first opened the bed and looked out, Fang Tianzhuo was no longer in the chair.

Yesterday's medicine should contain ingredients for restful sleep, but He Zheng didn't hear any movement all night.

He pulled away the bed curtain, sat up lazily, swayed his feet and looked around, then got up and cleaned himself up. Outside, because he was too lazy to tie his hair, most of the time he kept the so-called "male favorite" disheveled, which was not unacceptable to He Zheng.

Jiang Fuyang was probably frightened when he went out to eat, so he sat down at He Run's table early.

He Zheng walked past their door and gave him a fierce look: cowardly.

Then he walked to a foot in front of His Majesty's box door, and stopped silently.

Also, still scared.

Even though he promised himself yesterday, his fear of this man is as natural as a food chain, and the thought of facing him alone makes his scalp numb and his brain hypoxia.

"Come in." Fang Tianzhuo noticed it as soon as he arrived, and waited patiently for a while, but he was still grumbling, and finally he couldn't help but speak.

He Zheng strode in, and the pretending to be relaxed Fang Tianzhuo smiled: "Your Majesty, I wonder if you slept well last night?"

Which pot is not opened to mention which pot.

How could a hard and cool chair be any good.

Fang Tianzhuo said lightly: "Not good."

He could obviously feel his instant rise in happiness, Fang Tianzhuo glanced at him, saw him walking to the table and picked up the chopsticks, and asked again, "Hey, do you have a cold?"

Fang Tianzhuo glanced at him with a half-smile, "Never."

He Zheng's face was obviously disappointed, and he silently began to prepare vegetables for him.

This time, he didn't play tricks on the food, he sat down to eat after finishing it, and waited for Fang Tianzhuo to eat before standing up to cook again.

After waiting for a while, He Zheng suddenly became unbalanced again. He rubbed his belly, which was normal, and sighed.

I have to serve this guy when I am pregnant. It turns out that the emperor treats him so well. When his cousin is pregnant, her in-laws and husbands are all around her.

He Zheng glanced at Fang Tianzhuo, who was speechless, rubbed his waist again, and sighed again.

Fang Tianzhuo lowered his eyes, picked up the rice grain and put it in his mouth, completely ignoring it.

He Zheng became more and more courageous, his hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, and he slowly gave Fang Tianzhuo—

The latter stared at the fish fillet that had been shaking for a long time and didn't go into his bowl, and finally got what he meant: "Sit down, and then ask someone to serve it."

He Zheng put down the chopsticks and said in a mosquito humming voice, "Come~ people."

Fang Tianzhuo looked at him coldly, He Zheng shook his hands and pulled the stool to the side in a conditioned reflex.

Fang Tianzhuo's feet hooked on his chair, He Zheng looked at him, his subordinates pulled the chair hard... unable to pull it, so he sat down again.

The swollen courage shrank back a little in fright, and He Zheng lowered his head and ate silently, but didn't call him anyone.