Sugar Mama Got a Male Celebrity Pregnant [Female A Male O] [ChatGPT Translation]

Main text Chapter 75 Jinjiang exclusive发

Zhao He shivered. "Bullshit!" Glancing around the alley, it seemed to be the back alley of that bar. Propping himself up with his hands, he stood up from the ground. His friend chuckled, "Alright, alright, I was just worried about you. You were drinking recklessly at the bar yesterday, I really don't know what got into you." Zhao He recalled last night. . . He introduced the lady to a Glacier Gorge, then for some reason, he couldn't connect the dots and ended up drinking vigorously. A voice came from the terminal again, "The pheromone compatibility is very high, right?" It was only then that Zhao He realized why he was so obsessed. It's over.

He really is born to be the one below? "None of your business!" Zhao He impatiently closed the terminal. The strong aroma of cheese and potato soup became stronger and seemed to be coming from the row of vendors behind him. He leaned against the wall, took a few breaths, and finally suppressed the smell of alcohol. The police station didn't contact him all night, so there shouldn't be anything major. Today happened to be his day off, and Zhao He planned to go have a bowl of cheese and potato soup to warm his stomach. Following the scent to the restaurant's door, Zhao He's eyes lit up coincidentally. "Miss. . ." It wasn't until this person stood in front of her that Wen Jue, holding a metal soup spoon, looked out the window. He had read a military document that morning.

Song Feiyu's secret letter, he asked her to collect the corpse.

In Song Feiyu's provocative words, two heavy words were mixed in, a formed child and death.

Wen Jue's fingertips turned white, she gripped the handle, as if she was about to break the spoon in the next second.

Reason told her, this is a trap.

But such a warning only stayed in her mind for three seconds.

Wen Jue believed, she knew how fragile the human body was, she knew how strong the fragility of the weak in nurturing life was.

She suddenly felt the weight of ten thousand reasons on her shoulders, as if she had become an indirect propeller.

If. . .

Initially, she did not let Xie Jun keep the child.

Will she. . . "Good morning, miss," Zhao He's repeated greeting interrupted her thoughts. Her eyes turned cold as ice. She set down the spoon in her hand. Stood up. Disappeared at the door of the shop, leaving Zhao He puzzled. "What's wrong with her!?" Zhao He gritted his teeth and sat down heavily. "Just like that pregnant omega, always throwing tantrums." After eating the thick cheese potato soup, her body gradually warmed up.

Starting the patrol, the military report said that the northern group of star people's army, originally heading towards the imperial capital, had stopped in a nearby small town, abruptly halting the war, and no one knew what would happen next.

"No, I don't like this color," Xie Jun shook his head.

The owner of the tailor shop looked troubled, this old shop passed down through generations in the small town, only had a few pieces of fabric that had been used over and over again.

"Sir, there's no other way," the owner collected the fabric.

"There's a war going on outside, I've already sent most of the fabric away, only these few brightly colored pieces are left."

The owner held the only piece of bright red fabric.

Xie Jun felt a bit despondent, but there were no suitable baby clothes in this small town, so he could only rely on the cutting book in the Nanding study.

"Then. . . how much?"

The color of this fabric was a bit tacky, but. . . fortunately, the fabric was soft and made of pure cotton.