Rebirth: TMD pregnant again

30 Life and death choice

Tan Zeyao saw Ling Fangping in this way and his heart could not help but anger. He wanted to take two slaps. But the one who opened his hand but pulled the man back uncontrollably and buckled into his arms, nodded to the bald head and dragged the person away.

The weight of Ling Fangping's whole body is pressed against Tan Zeyao: "You don't like me to call you husband? Husband~"

Tan Zeyao's goose bumps instantly fell to the ground but his heart was suddenly tight. The negative layer of the club is very lively. Tan Zeyao dragged him away and sighed in his ear: "Hey, who are you?"

Ling Fang was confused, so he repeated it: "Who am I?"

Tan Zeyao said: "Are you Ling Fangping?"

Ling Fangping twitched a little, and then narrowed his eyes. He smiled: "No."

Tan Zeyao’s heart is cold, sinking to the end and no matter what the occasion is right, grabbing the shoulders of the person with a sudden shake: “Who are you? Where is he?”

Ling Fangping was shaken by him and he was dizzy. He said: "He went to the end of the world to play Plants vs. Zombies."

Tan Zeyao sighed with relief and wrapped his man in his arms more tightly. He reached out and touched his hair: "You are."

Ling Fangping: "..."

Ling Fangping's square is strong with mental strength. At this time, he was stunned by Tan Zeyao, smelling the familiar taste of his fresh lemon soap and faint hormones. He couldn't help but relax his spirit. He was a bit confused. If it wasn’t for Tan Zeyao’s arm, he would go out on the ground early.

Tan Zeyao stuffed him into the back seat but Ling Fangping couldn't sit still and kept going down. Tan Zeyao had no choice but to take the shoes off and put them in the belt.

Being a gangster is really easy to use and even Tan Zeyao has to admit. He had to resell the driver’s license for two years and had to re-apply for less than half a year. He didn’t have to see the traffic police to act cat like a mouse.

Tan Zeyao asked Ling Fangping while driving and asked: "Where to eat?"

Ling Fangping vaguely said: "Go home."

When he heard the word "home", Tan Zeyao couldn't stop bending his lips: "Hey child."

It’s quite easy for Tan Zeyao to do this kind of thing: “Who are you going out with these days?” In the few people, Tan Zeyao only recognized baldness but baldness was just a little punk. Nothing to fight for a place to go along the street. Merchants received a confiscation fee but recently they were often employed by Nie Chengjun, who was very familiar with Nie’s men.

Ling Fangping answered very concisely: "People."

Tan Zeyao: "..."

Ling Fangping seems to be afraid that Tan Zeyao does not believe it. He pulled up the safety belt on his waist and climbed up from the rearview mirror: "Really not a ghost!"

Tan Zeyao: "..."

In less than five seconds, Ling Fangping lay back again: "...I am drunk."

Tan Zeyao made persistent efforts: "What do you discuss with the bald guys?"

"Talk about things."

Tan Zeyao's face is black, and this answer is the same as Qian Ming. He don't know which metamorphosis head was trained.

Turning his head and looking at the slender figure in the back seat, Tan Zeyao reluctantly gave up the idea of asking for valuable information and curved the corner of his lips: "You just called me husband?"