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

Ch 59

Fang Tianzhuo probably never dreamed that He Zheng had an older brother who was even more mortal than him. With the help of his brother and his background, He Zheng's little tricks were simply too cute.

A group of people sat down at the table, someone came to serve, He Wenchu ​​refused: "We have hands and feet, we don't need it."

Fang Tianzhuo screened in silence and stepped back, He Wenchu ​​grabbed the wine beside him, shook it, and said leisurely, "Brother and sister, pour a glass of the bar for eldest brother."

The eyes of the two people on the table collided again, and there were sparks crackling, and He Zheng wanted to stand up: "I, I'll come..."

He Wenchu ​​stretched out his hand and pressed him down: "What are you doing? With your current body, no one in our family can hold you in the palm of your hand? That's why he dares to do this."

He Wenchu ​​said this, and He Zheng felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and defended: "He didn't abuse me."

"Hey, Fang Tianzhuo." He Wenchu ​​raised his eyebrows and said, "Can you pour the wine?"

Fang Tianzhuo's forehead jumped with blue veins.

It's enough for Zheng'er to call him by his name, so what does this mean at the beginning? He dared to call him by his first name.

He restrained his eyes and said nothing, He Wenchu ​​sneered: "Baby, you see, such a person is also worthy of you to give up the fairy life to be with him?"

Fang Tianzhuo drew his sword unbearably, He Wenchu ​​raised the unsheathed sword to block it, and He Zheng took a breath: "If you fight again, I will commit suicide."

The two glanced at him at the same time. He Zheng's fear of death has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Obviously, no one believed it. He Zheng's cheeks were flushed, and he suddenly covered his stomach, bowing his head in pain.

The two of them put away their swords together, and looked at him from left to right: "What's wrong?"

He Zheng angrily knocked off their hands: "Sit down and eat!"

Fang Tianzhuo frowned, He Wenchu ​​sat back first, and He Zheng kicked Fang Tianzhuo: "Sit down!"

The table finally quieted down, He Zheng smothered the rice, He Wenchu ​​casually served him vegetables, and brought a piece of meat to his mouth: "The food here is too scarce, eat it first, and then go back. I'll cook you a big meal."

He Zheng opened his mouth to swallow with his chopsticks, nodded, and said, "I want to eat spicy crayfish."

He Wenchu ​​doted on a smile: "What do you want to do for you?"

Fang Tianzhuo's eyes flickered, he pursed his lips and squeezed his chopsticks tightly. He didn't know how to eat. He Wen Chuguo was really obedient and did not continue to trouble him, nor forced him to pour wine. He kept adding vegetables to He Zheng, He Zheng mouth As soon as he swallowed it, he was stuffed again, and he didn't even have a chance to look at Fang Tianzhuo.

"Okay, okay." He Zheng's cheek hurt from eating, and said, "Where is the water, I drink... eh?"

He Wenchu ​​suddenly took out a porcelain cup with a wooden lid on it and a slender straw inserted into it: "Here."

He Zheng couldn't help but stretch out his hand and said, "How did you do this?"

"I'm bored, I'll send it to you."

He Zheng was also polite and said, "I think you want to drink milk tea."

He Wenchu ​​followed his father and liked desserts. There was not one milk tea cake panji that he didn't like. He Zheng was different.