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Hearing what Zhou Heng said, Murong Qing finally calmed down.

His lips pursed, and his eyes flickered, but he still looked away from Zhou Heng's eyes, and looked in the direction of Zhou Heng's ears. His eyes were a little distracted, which showed that he was very thoughtful.

Zhou Heng knew that the fire was not enough, the current Murong Qing was very defensive towards him, especially the 'pregnant' Murong Qing.

He is made weaker and stronger because he wants to protect his children.

"Ah Qing." Zhou Heng gently rubbed Murong Qing's chin with his fingertips, trying to draw his attention back, and then spoke with a slightly hoarse accent, which was the kind of voice that could establish prestige without losing the tenderness of a tough man: "I admit it." Before that, I didn't think about what kind of position you put you in, but when I suddenly realized that I was going to lose you, I felt panic in my heart. At that time, I thought it was an illusion, but this kind of The delusion keeps me up at night, so I have to admit, I hate you."

Murong Qing's right hand protecting his stomach trembled slightly, and his lips were pressed together to form a shallow mark at the corner of his mouth.

"So, I came early in the morning." Zhou Heng lowered his head and kissed the corner of Murong Qing's pursed lips very lightly, then took Murong Qing's left hand and pulled it to his heart, his gaze became more sincere: "When I saw you, my heart didn't hurt so much. At that moment, I was sure that I was really in love with you. On that day, I made the decision to divorce."

The right hand is the little life that he and Zhou Heng conceived together, and the left hand is Zhou Heng's beating heart. Murong Qing's teeth finally loosened, and tears filled the cracked eyes.

He couldn't hold back anymore, woo~

He couldn't describe the feeling at this moment, as if his head was squeezed into the crack of the door, pulled up and swelled and changed shape, buzzing, he couldn't believe it, and desperately wanted it all to be true.

"Ah Qing, don't cry." Zhou Heng panicked, and he kissed the underside of Murong Qing's tearful right eye distressedly: "I know it's all my fault, if you don't believe me, beat me and scold me, Or let me do whatever, just don't cry, I feel bad."

If it weren't for the fear of collapse, he would have thousands of sweet words to coax him, so he wouldn't have concluded so hastily.

What Zhou Heng disdains the most is that after a man does something wrong, he says he's sorry, you can hit me and scold me.

The current Murong Qing is not the high-cold actor, but Omega Xiaojiaohua. The tears will stop as soon as they say it. It's okay if Zhou Heng doesn't say anything. When he said it, the tears that condensed in his left eye also fell down .

When Zhou Heng hurriedly wiped it for him, Murong Qing finally sniffed and shouted in despair: "You didn't mark me."

The translation is: if you like me, why don't you want to mark me, it's a lie.

"Aren't I afraid that you will hurt me?" Zhou Heng pulled Murong Qing who was against the wall into his arms, and then he took his face with both hands and wiped his tears: "I heard that when we are married, only when you are marked It won't hurt that much, although I don't know if it's true, but..."

Zhou Heng crazily added bugs: "In addition to being afraid of your pain, I also want to mark you when I hug you deeply. After all, this is a testimony of our love. It's just that your body has been uncomfortable."

When Murong Qing heard this, he was stunned for a moment and stopped crying, his dilated pupils finally turned to him, and Zhou Heng stared at Zhou Heng with those bright eyes washed by tears.

Suddenly, I felt that I was just looking for an excuse to be a hooligan to take advantage of my selfish desires.

Murong Qing felt that his heart was about to pop out of his throat, and he couldn't breathe. After a long time, his lips trembled visibly: "Really?"

The person in front of him looked very pretentious, and Zhou Heng almost didn't give up, so he scraped Murong Qing's nose with his finger, and asked lightly, "Why should I lie to you?"

When Murong Qing heard this, he pursed his lips again as if he was about to cry, and he tried his best to show the Omega's weakness to the full.

Zhou Henghe had seen Murong Qing so fragile before, and he was hard and afraid of his teary face, he carefully picked up Murong Qing, and walked out of the bathroom while coaxing: "Baby, the first time I confessed to you is actually In the toilet, if you cry and make a face again, this is really enough to deepen the memory."

You Qi watched Murong Qing carefully protect his stomach with both hands.

Zhou Heng felt even more headache.

Well, he figured it out, this is someone who wants to kill him, first let him eat, and then suffocate him, even if this level can't suffocate him, when Brother Qing wakes up, he will still kill him.

Very good, hard enough.

After leaving the bathroom, Zhou Heng hesitated for a moment, but still put Murong Qing on the second bed.

Regardless of whether humans or animals have a natural sense of security in their own territory, this will make Murong Qing relax his guard against himself.

After Zhou Heng put Murong Qing on the side of the bed, his right hand was not far from his waist, and his left hand took off the slippers on his feet from the hollow of his knee. He knelt down on the bed and put him in the middle of the big bed.

With a consistent pampering action, even if he put all his attention on his stomach, Murong Qing should have noticed it.

Then, he saw Zhou Heng kneeling on the bed and sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, keeping a distance of more than one foot between his generous body and him, which was both intimate and gave him a little room to breathe freely.

Zhou Heng looked at Murong Qing with fiery eyes, and for a while, until Murong Qing was blushed by him, he reached out to Murong Qing's forehead to gather up the messy hair on his forehead, and combed them to his forehead, Clearly showing his whole face: "Ah Qing, why are you so pretty?"

Murong Qing couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, the person in front of him was suddenly so nice and flirtatious, he almost suspected that Zhou Heng was passed through by some gentle and affectionate man.

Thinking of this, his head hurt, and the word Sichuan was slightly frowned between his brows.

(The object of suspicion is you!)

Zhou Heng leaned forward, and Murong Qing's shoulders trembled, but he didn't hide, allowing Zhou Heng's big hand stroking his broken hair to go around his head and hold the back of his head, leaning over and holding his lips with his lips .

Murong Qing felt that he was healed, and the pain on his head gradually disappeared as Zhou Heng's fiery lips warmed his.

"Ah Qing." The moment his lips touched, Zhou Heng murmured, and the hand on the back of Murong Qing's head gradually increased his strength, and his lips rubbed against Murong Qing's, full of tender and forbearing love.

Even though there were countless passionate kisses in the past three years, Murong Qing's heart was never moved by this light kiss. He never dared to ask the person in front of him to love him.

Even after he was pregnant, he just hoped that he would have an excuse to stay with him for a long time.

There was no deep kiss, but both of them were so emotional that when Zhou Heng left Murong Qing's lips, both of them heaved a sigh of dissatisfaction, and a lustful thread of light was drawn between their lips.

Zhou Heng rubbed his forehead against Murong Qing's forehead intimately, as if silently comforting, and then retreated a little distance. He wiped away the saliva overflowing from the corners of Murong Qing's lips with the pulp of his thumb, and let the two breathe because they were too close. The distance between them continued to entangle: "Is the stomach better, does it still hurt?"

As soon as Zhou Heng reminded him, Murong Qing hurriedly covered his stomach with his hand which fell down at some point. His eyes flickered several times, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, it's much better."

A hint of confusion flashed in Zhou Heng's eyes: "Your stomach has been feeling unwell for the past few days, obediently follow me to the hospital, okay?"

"No!" Realizing that his tone was too intense, Murong Qing lowered his head to avoid Zhou Heng's direct gaze, and subconsciously found a good excuse in a panic: "I, I'm very hungry."

So this is not going to tell him?

"..." Zhou Heng frowned slightly, and returned to normal. He pinched Murong Qing's chin and finally kissed his lips. He got up and said, "Then you take a break, wash your face and brush your teeth, and I'll go down and cook for you." .”

As soon as Zhou Heng said to leave, Murong Qing looked at him earnestly, as if unwilling to give up, but also mixed with a little apprehension.

After Zhou Heng got out of bed, he couldn't help turning around and lying on the bedside and kissed him again, pinching his face and smiling softly: "Come down quickly, I don't go to the company, just to see you all the time."

When Zhou Heng said this, Murong Qing's drooping brows raised again, and he let out a soft 'hmm'.

Zhou Heng curled his lips and smiled at Murong Qing, and then walked out of the second bedroom.

The first thing he did when he returned to the master bedroom was to call Nan Rui. While dialing Nan Rui, he went to the cloakroom to find clothes.

When Nan Rui answered the phone, there was still a hint of sweet and seductive ending: "Why?"

Not only that, but there was also a murmur that Qin Kun realized later: "I said no to answer."

"Ah~" Nan Rui then let out a groan, knowing what they were doing without even thinking about it, Zhou Heng's face was horrifying: "You fucking..."

"You're fucking courting death!" Unfortunately, Master Heng's voice was overshadowed by a sharper voice on the other end of the phone, and then he heard Nan Rui's hoarse but anxious voice: "Brother Heng, what's the matter. "

Zhou Heng suppressed the anger burning between his brows, and took out a set of light-colored home clothes with soft fabrics from the closet, "Ruizi, Brother Qing's ABO character for this illness is a pregnant Omega."

"Fuck!" Nan Rui was also a little dumbfounded, and then heard a slap, which should be a slap on the forehead: "Why didn't I think of that."

Zhou Heng narrowed his eyes, and Nan Rui continued: "I'm sorry Brother Heng, it's my fault. When you said that the actor bought lavender, I found several ABO articles with lavender, but I didn't pay attention to it because the other relevant content didn't match up. , I should have thought of the thing you said about being pregnant yesterday, fuck, I really didn't expect to be so flirtatious!"

Zhou Heng focused on the important point: "Do you know ABO?"

"That's not true. It's just that when I was searching for lavender, I had a general understanding of AO's release of pheromones, estrus, and pregnancy. There are too many unrealistic settings, so I didn't think about it." Nan Rui said, then changed the subject: "Brother Heng, how do you know?"

There was a hint of awkwardness in Zhou Heng's eyes: "I found out that Brother Qing checked the pregnancy vitamins and the whereabouts of Omega that no one wanted after Shi Laozi became pregnant."

"Pfft." Nan Rui couldn't help laughing, grasping is not the main point: "Nobody wants the film king, and if you don't let him do it, there will be people who will hate it, let alone the one who is pregnant."

"Shut up." Finally found the real character in Murong Qing's mind, Zhou Heng couldn't be more relaxed, so he quarreled with Nan Rui: "It should be possible to find it now, hurry up."

Nan Rui also felt relaxed, and joked: "You really treat me like your servant."

"In another 800 years, servants won't be so expensive, right?" Zhou Heng sneered, "Is it 8000 million years?"

The villa Nan Rui lives in is currently priced at 8000 million yuan, so the person on the other side stopped talking, and Ma Liu hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Heng also put on his clothes. He put the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then walked out of the bedroom while buttoning his jacket.

When Zhou Heng left the bedroom, the door of the second bedroom opened just in time.

Murong Qing, who came out from the door, glanced at him and lowered his head shyly. The corners of Zhou Heng's mouth rose, and he strode to Murong Qing's side and hugged his waist.

"Chirp." Zhou Heng lowered his head and stole a kiss on Murong Qing's lips, teasing with a light smile, "Honey, we really have a good understanding, why don't we just get the certificate today."

"..." Murong Qing raised his head in confusion, and realized that he and Zhou Heng were wearing the same style of home clothes, and his face turned even redder.