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In addition to the best and most expensive vitamins during pregnancy, Murong Qing also searched the encyclopedia, word-of-mouth and reviews of each vitamin on the Internet.

After careful comparison, he exited the search and opened the international online shopping app on the desktop, checked three vitamin brands that he thought were good, and added them to the shopping cart.

Finally, I quit the international online shopping account, used the webpage to enter a pregnancy assistant, and browsed the precautions during pregnancy.

No, Murong Qing read the dozen or so precautions repeatedly for more than ten minutes, saying they were browsing, rather than memorizing them.

Five or ten minutes passed, and that was exactly what Murong Qing did. Then he deleted the browsing history, clicked on the international online shopping app to confirm that his account was logged out, and then turned off the tablet.

Very cautious.

The mobile phone exited the remote control program, and Zhou Heng's mind changed from question marks to exclamation marks:

Fuck - fuck! ! !

Could it be that...you scum me, I scum you too, the scumbag who brought the green hat together? !

Be good, no wonder Murong Qing doesn't have a headache anymore, he didn't pay attention to him at all.

It's no wonder that he was not allowed to touch it. This is a taste of a woman and the joy of being a father.

congratulations.

Terrible terrible.

These days, the author really doesn't plan to make money to eat, is it really hurting people's hearts, and he retired.

No, he can't retreat!

Zhou Heng patted his forehead angrily, and repeated the details of getting along with Murong Qing in the past four days. The more he thought about it, the more he became sure that the plot was exactly what he thought: You scum me, and I scum you too. Wear the green hat together .

So he sent another message to Nan Rui: Ruizi, if nothing else happens, Brother Qing has someone outside, and it's a woman, and she's fucking pregnant.

After sending the message, Zhou Heng shook his hand subconsciously: It wasn't this brother Qing, but the scumbag in Qing brother's mind.

Zhou Heng clutched his phone and waited for a long time. His patience was almost worn out, and then he replied: Sorry, I was on base just now. I found a good discovery. I will check it for you slowly.

Zhou Heng, who was about to explode in the past few days, looked at it and became angry: Damn, why didn't you kill you!

Nan Rui seemed to be in a good mood, so he actually replied: I finished the fuck tonight, and I still have to fuck tomorrow morning. How could Akun be willing to let me die tonight, so I only fucked three times weakly.

Fuck, what a bunch of sluts!

Zhou Heng's hands holding the phone were shaking. He gritted his teeth and looked away. He didn't intend to take a bath, but he resigned himself to going to the bathroom.

Zhou Heng came out of the bathroom, but Murong Qing still didn't come to his room. He turned on the hidden monitor, and saw Murong Qing lazily lying on the bed, rubbing his stomach lightly while reading a book.

The monitor is very expensive, and Zhou Heng has all three natures. He can hear Murong Qing reading a famous book, about the Book of Poetry and the Book of Rites.

But his voice is not as clear and sweet as spring water in the past, this time it is as gentle and mellow as a breeze, every word is slow and clear, as if the fragrance of flowers turns into a voice that is extremely pleasing to the eardrums, that kind The serene and wonderful feeling is like the fragrance of tea can be blown into people's mind by the breeze.

A little sweet and full of love.

Even though it came through the probe and weakened the original sense of voice, Zhou Heng had never heard such a soft voice from Murong Qing, like the softest silk in the world blowing in the wind and gently brushing against his face, Like a mother humming softly when she gently lulls her child to sleep.

!!!

A starlight flashed across Zhou Heng's eyes, and it disappeared in a flash. He patted his forehead, heh, what were he thinking.

Such a gentle and harmless Murong Qing, even if his brain is pierced through the book, he doesn't seem to be a person who would love him. Maybe he in the book just found a surrogate to keep incense for himself.

Although same-sex marriage has been legal for decades, there is no such thing as an antique, and it is normal for many homosexuals to be forced by their elders to keep a baby.

No, no, that's the character design in the book, not Brother Qing, not Brother Qing.

The characters in the book are still 2 centimeters tall, what is impossible, he is a thousand-year-old goblin, and he is still a few centimeters wrong, haha. (It's not a few centimeters, it's a few centimeters times [-], roll.)

Messy, troublesome, reality and reality are mixed together, which makes people foolishly confused.

Zhou Heng shook his head vigorously, threw away the dry hair towel in his hand, turned and walked out of the bedroom to pick up Murong Qing.

This time, Brother Qing's character design is really a little tsundere, not only spends his money to wear a cuckold for him, but also does not provide the obligation of a little lover, and even sleeps and asks the benefactor to invite him in person every day.

You should really clean him up.

Forget it, he loves him so much, so it's unnecessary to clean up, let's make love once.

Anyway, I have eaten it dozens of times, and it is not bad this time.

They are a couple who will hold their wedding [-] days before their marriage contract is established.

Customs clearance needs at this juncture.

Brother Qing didn't remember the process when he woke up.

……

After the excuses whizzed away from my mind like 1 grass mud horses, I came to a conclusion:

Only fools can bear it!

Thinking of this, Zhou Heng straightened his waist and went to invite someone with a tugging posture. This time he pushed the door and went in without knocking.

Murong Qing on the bed was stunned for a moment, then he closed the book and put it down calmly, before Zhou Heng could make a sound, he got out of the bed and took a step towards him, quite consciously.

As soon as he saw Murong Qing who was wearing silk pajamas and looked soft and friendly, the gloom between Zhou Heng's brows dissipated a lot in an instant, and he took Murong Qing's hand and went to the master bedroom without saying a word.

All the way to the master bedroom, he walked to the bed, and Zhou Heng pushed Murong Qing down on the bed with a strong force, locked him with burning eyes, and declared unceremoniously: "Ah Qing, I want you."

Murong Qing's eyes widened as if being struck by lightning, but he was not at all calm.

His first reaction was to raise his hand to protect his stomach, trying to put a distance between the two of them.

But Zhou Heng was too heavy, and he couldn't push him away if he wanted to press him. For a while, Murong Qing's full attention was on his stomach, and he asked with an ugly face: "Brother Heng~"

"Ah Qing." Zhou Heng really wanted it, maybe it was Murong Qing's personal setup to raise his lust, and through the clothes as thin as a cicada's wing and silky soft, he seemed to feel Murong Qing's smoothness directly. Delicate skin, coupled with the flushed face of being bullied by him, he was already tempted to sing about conquering, and he was distracted: "It's been four days, you really have the heart to make brother burst, huh?"

In Zhou Heng's eyes, Murong Qing's blushing face was actually caused by Murong Qing's hands covering his stomach too hard, and he begged him hoarsely: "Heng, Brother Heng..."

"Don't worry, I will be very gentle to you." Zhou Heng pressed Murong Qing's lips as he spoke, but Murong Qing slammed them away after only touching for a tenth of a second.

Zhou Heng was stunned. He just heard the sound of Murong Qing twisting his neck. It was the sound of big bones rubbing against each other. One can imagine how cruel this man was to himself in order to avoid his kiss.

His eyes were full of fear and resistance to him.

"Brother Heng..." Murong Qing's blood seemed to be drained, and he was injected with bone-piercing ice slag. He shivered and pushed Zhou Heng back, crying in a hoarse, unreal voice: "You hurt me, I ,I have a stomach ache……"

In order to protect his overly fragile stomach, Murong Qing, who was powerless to resist, did not hesitate to show weakness, as long as he could keep the cub in his stomach.

"..." Upon hearing Murong Qing's cry of pain, Zhou Heng quickly got off Murong Qing's body without any reluctance, squatted on the side of the bed and brushed Murong Qing's hair sticking to his forehead, his voice was full of urgency: "Why? What's the matter, why does my stomach hurt again?"

As Zhou Heng said, he went to touch Murong Qing's stomach. Murong Qing was terrified, turned his back to Zhou Heng, bent his body into a shrimp, and firmly protected his stomach with both hands, not daring to breathe.

"Ah Qing, talk." Zhou Heng was anxious, kneeling on the bed: "What's wrong with your stomach, is it still holding you up?"

"Probably..." Murong Qing's tears were about to fall, "It's...you must hold on."

Hearing what Murong Qing said, Zhou Heng took a deep breath, and then realized that Murong Qing's stomach should be fine.

Because Brother Qing was too busy with the team to make do with the stomach before, after they confirmed their relationship, he would force Murong Qing to have regular check-ups, and he took the stomach-nourishing medicine for a year before stopping it a year ago.

The examination done on the day of drug withdrawal, the doctor said that the recovery is very good.

"Okay, I won't touch you." Zhou Heng helplessly picked up Murong Qing and put him on the inside of the bed. Then, like that night, he made Murong Qing turn his back to him. He hugged Murong Qing from behind, Gently rub his appetite.

"I know it's uncomfortable to eat too much." Zhou Heng sighed, his brows were full of spoiling: "From now on, I will eat less and more meals. I will prepare more snacks for you, and eat some when you are hungry for a while."

Murong Qing lowered his head, pursed his lips, and let out a slight sound: "En."

Sometimes a gentleman is forced out, either by the other party or by his own willpower and moral bottom line.

It was another night of embracing and sleeping but nothing happened. Zhou Heng seemed to hear the crickets in the small garden below the 36th floor where the arhats were fighting each other were laughing at him: Zhou dog, cowardly, Zhou dog, cowardly...

Counseled to listen and twitched his lips, but he was thinking deeply in his heart:

According to the last time Brother Qing got sick, it seems that after he proposed marriage, Brother Qing returned to normal as soon as his heart knot was opened, so what about this time?

If Brother Qing really scumbags him, should he give Brother Qing away to make a pile, so that Brother Qing can untangle his heart and return to normal.

If making Brother Qing feel happy is the prerequisite for triggering the mechanism to open, then why would Brother Qing go to the next character set after sleeping after waking up.

Who designed all of this, why did he do it, and what good would it do him!

Zhou Heng's eyes were ruthless, and the room was full of hostility: Apart from being killed by him, what good can there be!

As the night deepens, people hiding in the dark gradually reveal their greedy fangs and stretch out their pickled claws.

There is a diamond private room on the upper floor of the bar. The room is spacious and luxurious. There are large semi-circular floor-to-ceiling windows on the east and west sides. The wide view can take a panoramic view of the night view on the other side of the lake.

Nan Lin leaned lazily on the diamond-encrusted sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He was wearing a Tang suit made of bright gold and ironed soft linen material. Drinking a goblet of red wine, shaking it gently, is very pleasant.

At first glance, it is shocking: a man can be so beautiful and harmless.

But his furrowed eyebrows and disgusted eyes betrayed him.

No matter how delicate and beautiful a person is, once he shows such an expression, people can't help but stay away from him.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed and the sound of footsteps, the annoyance in his eyes became even worse. He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, licking the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and the man was standing right in front of him.

The person standing in front of him with eyes full of admiration and greed was Nan Xiao.