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

Ch 52

Fang Tianzhuo thought it was delicious when rolled up like this, so he lowered his eyes and bit again, He Zheng's hand suddenly retracted, he stuffed the rest of the wraps into his mouth, and chewed while puffing out his cheeks. stare at him.

The small temper is really getting bigger and bigger.

Fang Tianzhuo knocked on the table: "I still want it."

He Zheng angrily ate what was in his mouth, and then said, "I won't give it to you!"

He felt that it was a big mistake to care about Fang Tianzhuo in the middle of the night. He got up to go back to sleep, but he pulled his arm and hugged him back. The man pressed his ear and said softly, "Have a bath tomorrow, Zheng'er thinks. Don't want to go out to play?"

He Zheng wanted to go back and say no, but going out of the palace was still too tempting for him. He nodded slowly, and most of his anger disappeared instantly: "Yes, but I'm inconvenient..."

Everyone in the palace knew that He Shanshou was pregnant, so He Zheng almost never went out since his belly got bigger. Although the people below didn't dare to look at him, He Zheng was still weird, he wanted the little prince. Get out now, so he can be freed.

Fang Tianzhuo put his hand on his abdomen. During this period of time, they have been getting along very harmoniously. He Zheng never had any tantrums with him. He just slept together and wanted to carry him on his back, but he was quite good when he was forced to hug him.

He said softly: "If Zheng'er is afraid of being seen, he will not go. I will accompany you for a walk in the Imperial Garden."

Who wants to walk in the Royal Garden, he can't appreciate the flowers, and he doesn't understand the moon, what is there to go?

Just as He Zheng was about to refuse, there was a sudden movement in his stomach. He was slightly startled and immediately froze. He stared at his stomach and stammered: "He, he, he, he moved..."

Fang Tianzhuo's hand on his abdomen also felt it, and a strange emotion suddenly appeared in his heart, and a smile filled his eyes: "Well."

"Huh?" He Zheng also touched his stomach, his eyes widened, and he felt very miraculous: "He is really alive, how can he breathe in his stomach? Won't he be suffocated?"

Fang Tianzhuo chuckled softly and said, "Probably not."

"When he comes out, I'll ask him." For the first time, He Zheng had a real sense of a little life in his stomach. He realized that the little guy was living with him. After realizing it, he grinned: "It seems useless to ask him..."

His lips were suddenly kissed, Fang Tianzhuo's arm around his back tightened, and the kiss didn't loosen until he couldn't breathe properly. Depressed: "Look at what I'm doing."

"I'm wondering who the little prince will look like."

"Of course it's like me." He Zheng said without thinking, "I'm not born like who I am?"

Fang Tianzhuo laughed. If it were someone else, he would definitely say that the little prince looks like His Majesty, but he is not ashamed.

He Zheng's stomach was kicked by the little guy again, he rubbed it, frowned and said, "He won't keep kicking like this, it's annoying."

"It seems to be a good seedling to practice martial arts."

He Zheng was unhappy: "That's a lot of suffering, so don't practice."

Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyebrows: "The eldest son must be able to be both civilized and martial, and set an example for his younger siblings."

He Zheng wrinkled his face: "Where are the younger brothers and sisters? I will give birth to this child."