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

Ch 87

He Zheng was so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep, what was he still humming in his mouth, and when he really calmed down, it was when he fell asleep between his neck, his soft breath sprayed on his neck. Above, Fang Tianzhuo poked his lover's delicate face and laughed dumbly.

He Zheng didn't even have to drink a cup. After waking up, he didn't remember what happened. He drank the hangover soup from the next person, leaned on the head of the bed, and began to think lightly.

I should have, I didn't make a fool of myself, right?

He called to ask Shun Yi, and the latter answered cautiously: "Yesterday, His Majesty took you out to play, and the servants did not see you."

Even if they knew everything, they didn't dare to laugh at He Zheng. Maybe He Zheng didn't care about anything, but if that person knew, I'm afraid it wouldn't be able to solve it with a few tricks.

He Zheng also understood that he didn't tell the truth, but it was embarrassing to continue to ask. He could only wave his hand to let him go down. He rubbed his aching forehead and lay down again.

Later, when Fang Tianzhuo came back, he hesitated to ask about his situation, the latter just said lightly: "It's nothing, just went crazy for a while."

It's nothing to be crazy for a while, He Zheng gritted his teeth secretly, and fiercely said, "Don't let me drink in the future!"

Fang Tianzhuo took the rattle seriously to tease his son, and raised a smile with his back to He Zheng's mouth.

He Zheng thought for a while by himself, then came over and wanted to hold the baby. The little guy was giggling and grabbing the rattle in his father's hand, but when he saw him, his small mouth suddenly flattened into a curve, and his eyes quickly swelled. Tears came out.

He Zheng: "What happened to him? Did he pee?"

The baby Wang Wuwu started to cry, Fang Tianzhuo bent over and picked him up and patted him lightly. The baby grabbed the little bean of the rattle and gradually stopped the tears. Leaning over: "Baby, baby? Don't cry, Daddy will sing to you, okay?"

In the past, when he heard his voice, he would happily stretch out his claws and claws to hug the baby's small face against his father's chest, and his eyes would not give him any alms.

He Zheng puffed up his cheeks, was glanced at by Fang Tianzhuo, and withdrew weakly, not knowing what he had done wrong, very confused and wronged: "Did I do something to him when I was drunk?"

"How do I know."

"He, how could he ignore me?" He Zheng pouted, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart. The little baby he had worked so hard to give birth to turned out to be an ungrateful little bastard.

Fang Tianzhuo said: "You just ignore him."

"What if I'm wrong about this?"

Fang Tianzhuo squinted his eyes, and suddenly his eyes sharpened: "Then do you remember what you did to me?"

He Zheng was frightened by his suddenly cold voice, and stood up straight, "I, what did I do to His Majesty?"

Fang Tianzhuo learned the appearance of the little prince, turned and left without looking back, without giving him a look.

He Zheng stood blankly indoors, thinking quite hard that he had drunk yesterday, left the banquet hall, and walked back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, walking, walking... Later, he lost his memory.

He Zheng hurried out: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, did I talk nonsense? Did I make you angry?"

Fang Tianzhuo carried the little prince and circled around the house, and He Zheng followed him around, cautiously: "If I say something wrong or do something wrong, it must not be intentional, so please forgive me, okay? Your Majesty? "