when i got pregnant with the last god cub

Song Cheng was dragged home by Zheng Yanxu, and he was in a daze.

One second they were discussing the case of the accidental death of an innocent cat, and the next second they were being held and rubbed by a man.

Zheng Yanxu asked him: "Are you hungry? What do you want for lunch?"

Song Cheng touched his flat stomach, as if he was really hungry: "I want to eat... curry rice and spicy chicken."

The man patted his head and turned to the kitchen, "Curry rice is fine, but spicy chicken is not."

Song Cheng followed, seeing the tall and handsome man skillfully put on the apron and sleeves, and said blankly, "Spicy chicken is fine!"

He is really greedy, Zheng Yanxu rarely cooks, but the cooking is really delicious, it's like touching his stomach, knowing how salty he wants.

The man didn't speak, and glanced at his upturned butt with a half-smile and cool eyes, and Song Cheng's small face burned instantly.

I did it so hard last night, until now the area still feels a little swollen and painful, and it feels sore and numb when I move it a little.

Song Cheng was a little ashamed, but pretended to be calm and turned his eyes away. He stood at the kitchen door and refused to allow the man to close the glass door.

Still thinking about Chu Zihan in his mind, he couldn't help asking, "How did our neighbor's cat die?"

Zheng Yanxu paused while washing the vegetables, and looked up at him: "Curious?"

Isn't this nonsense, before I saw him, I was already scratching my head and wishing I could step forward to extract a confession.

Song Cheng nodded his head and looked very obedient. In front of acquaintances, he has lost that layer of alienation and indifference. He is as cute as a child.

Zheng Yanxu smiled faintly, and deliberately hung him up: "It would be boring if I told you directly."

Song Cheng: "..." Whatever he was doing, he knew that the man had no good intentions.

Out of anger, he tiptoed and wanted to leave, but Zheng Yanxu said again: "Come here and help me peel a potato, I'll think about it."

Song Cheng sneered in his heart, hum, is he such an easy-to-coax person?

Isn't it just a potato, peel it!

Song Cheng took out a round potato from the refrigerator, went to the sink and began to scrub. Zheng Yanxu stretched out his hand behind his back to open the cabinet where the pot was placed, and his whole body was almost attached to it.

It's cool and comfortable.

It's just that it's been a while, Song Cheng is a little embarrassed, he turned his head and was about to ask if he should step aside, but his lips brushed against the man's tight jaw.

Zheng Yanxu lowered his head and looked at him, his dull face was reflected in his deep eyes, the man was unknown, so the protruding and sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down and made a low, confused sound:

"Huh?" What's wrong.

Song Cheng frowned, and in the next second, he tapped Zheng Yanxu's right eye with his water-stained fingers, feeling cool.

"What happened to your eyes?" The young man looked at him worriedly.

The man's beautiful, long and narrow Danfeng eyes are always cold and bright, and when he smiles, he raises his eyes slightly, showing a heartless and ungrateful look.

His eyes are very light in color, sometimes golden yellow under the refraction of the light, but at this moment Zheng Yanxu's right eye showed a strange dead gray, with an ominous atmosphere.

Zheng Yanxu held Song Cheng's hand calmly, looked deeply at his lover, and said in a low voice:

"Well, blind."

blind? ?Song Cheng's heart tightened, when did this happen?

Before he could speak in a panic, he was pulled into his arms by the man.

The slightly cool lips gently caressed the white and tender neck, and the cold breath sprayed on the skin made him tremble slightly.

"So Chengcheng, you are my eyes."

This embrace was very tight, Song Cheng opened his mouth like a fish that could hardly breathe.

He suddenly felt a little dizzy when he whispered some messy love words.

It took Zheng Yanxu a while to let him go, and the cold breath dissipated.

Song Cheng was not used to it at first, and looked at him worriedly with the eyes of looking at a patient.

"Are you really blind? I'm telling you the truth!" The young man was a little anxious.

Although he doesn't know what a man is, he probably doesn't seem to be a human being, but he has never heard of ghosts being sick and blind?

Could it be that he was bullied down there?Would it work for him to burn more paper money?

Zheng Yanxu originally wanted to tease him again, but seeing the serious face of the young man, if he knew that he was lying to him, he would definitely sulk again.

"I'm not blind, but the color is a bit ugly."

Song Cheng: "Are you sure?"

The man nodded honestly, seeing that his wife was still a little nervous and couldn't help but tease him:

"Is it ugly? How about I buy a pair of colored contact lenses?"

Song Cheng: "...Oh, I'm full." I'm full!

After finishing speaking, he walked out without looking back and went upstairs.

Zheng Yanxu looked confused, why are you full?He hasn't cooked yet.

When Chu Zihan came to the door for the second time, Zheng Yanxu had just left. Before leaving, he repeatedly told Song Cheng not to open the door to strangers, let alone the ugly monster next door.

Song Cheng smiled, the man's uneasy look was like a love rival living opposite, and his wife had to climb the wall in the middle of the night.

He knew that Zheng Yanxu had been with him for two days abnormally, and he rarely greeted him this time.

Sure enough, when I asked about the time, I had to leave for at least half a month.

Song Cheng stopped laughing and didn't speak, he was actually a bit reluctant, this was something that had never happened before.

Zheng Yanxu pecked the child's lips, and left a sentence in his ear, "Don't worry, no one can hurt you." He will always be by his side, and left in a hurry.

Song Cheng didn't take the man's jealous words to heart at all, turned around and opened the door for Chu Zihan.

This time, the new neighbor was wearing a straight ascetic suit and looked imposing.

"Mr. Chu?"

Chu Zihan looked a little complicated and looked inside, making sure there was no one else, so he said:

"Excuse me, Mr. Song, can I bother you for a while? I want to ask you something."

Song Cheng changed into more serious clothes and went out with his new neighbor. He asked Chu Zihan where he was going, and the man simply answered him that he was going to the cafe in front to wait for a friend.

Originally a 10-minute journey, the new neighbor reached the place in 5 minutes with his long legs.

After chatting with him for a while, Song Cheng only knew that this man was about 27 or [-] years old, but he was an experienced stock market trader before.

But Chu Zihan stopped doing it two years ago, it was too taxing for eyes and stamina.

Now, in his own words, he is just an ordinary vice president of a listed company who works for others.

Song Cheng stared at him for a long time, then silently opened the distance between the two.

It's wrong to blame Lao Zheng, the new neighbor turns out to be a gentle scum who hides his secrets.

The two entered the cafe one after the other. At this point in the weekday, there were no people in the shop and it was a bit deserted.

Sitting by the window on the left is a young man of literature and art who is playing around, playing with an iPad and wearing Converse canvas shoes.

When Chu Zihan saw him, he walked over and called his name from behind: "Hu Rong."

The young man turned his head and saw a pair of panda eyes that were particularly funny, and there were bruises around the eye sockets, but his appearance was delicate, a typical creamy boy.

"Brother Chu, hello handsome guy." Hu Rong grinned at Song Cheng with a familiar face.

"Hello." Song Cheng nodded, with a little smile on his face, looking cold and distant.

He sat beside Chu Zihan, facing Hu Rong.

Hu Rong stared at him intently, and then said something surprising:

"Handsome guy with your surname, you got married so early."

Song Cheng raised his head violently with a heartbeat, Hu Rong still smiled and showed his white teeth, like a fox who just took advantage.

Chu Zihan looked at Song Cheng in surprise, and didn't question Hu Rong's words at all: "Are you married?"

Song Cheng nodded and said nothing, he was a little scared of the young man in front of him.

It's not because Hu Rong saw his marriage, but because that person accurately positioned his relationship with Zheng Yanxu.

In this unexplainable marriage, he was indeed the one who married.

"Song Cheng, my friend." Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Chu Zihan introduced him on his own initiative, "Hu Rong, Xiao Song, you can see that he is on the right track."

Ever since he started to see dirty things, Song Cheng realized that each of the hundreds of Taoist sects of Taoism had their own differences, and some gradually decayed and almost disappeared with time, while others hid among ordinary people and rarely showed their true colors.

I don't know which way Hu Rong is orthodox. In the past, Chen Zongyi also found many masters for him, and his skills were considered to be good, but the results were minimal, so Song Cheng could admit that he was unlucky.

Chu Zihan didn't say that he was too embarrassed to ask, but only spoke in a deliberate way:

"Mr. Chu, what do you want to say when you call me here? I can't go home too late."

"Does Mr. Zheng even care about you? It's too domineering." Chu Zihan raised his eyebrows, "You are still a child."

Hu Rong looked at his big brother Bilian Biyu with a dazed expression, this...

How about he remind me in private?The corner of the handsome guy in front of him has been welded to death, the kind who dares to pry it and say goodbye.

"Well, I'm still young and I have to be taken care of by my family, I'll show you a joke." Song Cheng agreed very much.

Chu Zihan was taken aback, Hu Rong hurried to save the situation:

"Ahem, Brother Chu, you came to us to discuss something serious, are you in trouble?"

Hu Rong's voice instantly pulled Chu Zihan back from his thoughts, and his complexion became even uglier when he recalled what happened two days ago.

"Xiao Rong, you know this business better, so I'll just say it straight."

Chu Zihan was quite calm, but what he said was horrifying:

"Something came into the house. In the middle of the night last night, I saw a dark shadow squatting beside my bed. It lasted for about 2 minutes."

He is really courageous, and he estimated the time.

Hu Rong glanced at the silent Song Cheng, a little surprised that this handsome guy has such a strong psychological endurance, probably because he has something to do with his family.

"Can you tell what shape it is? How big is it? Is there any peculiar smell or weakness or cold sweat?"

Song Cheng looked at the young man in front of him pointing the table with his hands crossed, looking serious like a doctor consulting a patient, feeling inexplicably that he was acting.

Chu Zihan propped his chin and frowned, "It's hard to describe, the night is too dark, I might not be able to see the shadow if it wasn't moving."

Yes, the shadow was at the end of the bed at first, but then it slowly dragged its body to the head of the bed, and it disappeared after watching the man silently for about ten seconds.

"It smells bad, it stinks." The smell of rotting corpses is particularly smoky.

"I'm not sweating, I'm not afraid of these things." Chu Zihan shrugged.

Hu Rong nodded. He still knew a little about his big brother. Chu Zihan's family background was not good before, and the process of growing up was even more crooked.

If someone hadn't pulled him in time, he might still be in prison now.

Even though he calmed down a lot later, the hostility in his body did not dissipate.

This kind of person can't help but hide from ghosts, let alone actively provoke them.

"Then did anyone die around your house, or did any animals die, or did you bring anything home?" Hu Rong continued to ask.

Chu Zihan was waiting here. He took a deep look at Song Cheng and said:

"Have."

Someone died downstairs, a cat died at home, and this young man was brought home.

The author has something to say:

Chu Zihan: The family is so strict, your husband is too harsh on you, like me, he never cares.

Old Gong (sneering): Climb for me!

Cheng Cheng: ... (covers face)