when i got pregnant with the last god cub

The man smelled very good, Song Cheng lay on Zheng Yanxu's stomach with red cheeks, let out a moaning sigh, and all the restless anger in his heart was completely extinguished.

It's comfortable, it's as comfortable as soaking in a pool of spring water, which is about to melt.

Zheng Yanxu let the young man's hands and feet become entangled, like a kitten sniffing catnip, becoming addicted.

He slowly stroked Song Cheng's back as smooth as fat jade from top to bottom, listening to the sound of the young man softening completely.

"Old Zheng, do you still remember that our downstairs resident was the very pretty Fang Qing with a daughter by her side?"

The man hummed in a low voice, indicating that he was listening.

Song Cheng squinted his eyes and continued: "She died, and she became a ghost and ate a lot of cats..."

He recalled the horrifying few days before, but he couldn't find the feeling of fear at the beginning, but only the sympathy after knowing the truth.

Speaking of this, Song Cheng suddenly raised his head and looked at him a little aggrieved, Zheng Yanxu hugged him into his arms, kissed his forehead and asked softly:

"what happened?"

The young man leaned back on his chest and whispered, "I was almost eaten."

In the end, the man didn't show up either, so you don't plan to care about his life?

Song Cheng's head was dizzy, and he talked a lot tonight.

There are still many things he wanted to say to the man, but he couldn't finish talking all at once and was so sleepy that tears flowed down his face.

"The smiling cat is really not a good cat. It turned into a big lion and ate Fang Qing, Old Zheng?"

"Ok?"

The man's voice was low and gentle, and the light of the moonlight reflected in his eyes was the well-behaved figure of a young man.

Zheng Yanxu was waiting for his lover's words, but the sleepy and confused guy couldn't remember what he wanted to say for a long time.

The man didn't urge him either, but just quietly waited for the next sentence, Song Cheng finally asked the disturbing question before falling asleep.

He said, "What the hell is a little black cat."

The voice is so soft that it is too different from the usual deserted voice, it sounds like she is acting like a baby.

The man replied: "The Cat of Ra God."

He waited for Baby Chengcheng to ask questions, but all he got was the sound of long and subtle breathing, and the young man fell asleep.

Zheng Yanxu laughed, subconsciously tightened the hand holding the young man's slender waist, pecked his lips and sighed softly.

"Sleep, sweet dream."

Early the next morning, someone knocked on the door, and the chatterer outside the door was shouting something, Song Cheng turned over with a headache and kicked the man next to him mercilessly.

"Go and open the door." The voice also lost the lingering and obedient look of last night.

Zheng Yanxu: "..."

The man went downstairs and opened the door with a slightly cold expression on his face. Hu Rong was wearing a fancy T-shirt, holding a hot soup bag that had just arrived, and raised his head with a big smile:

"Good morning, dear classmate Xiao Song! I brought you trouble for breakfast, let me—" vinegar?

The smile on Hu Rong's face froze, he was forced by the man to take a step back, and stood on his head covered in hairs.

"Hehe, no, I'm sorry I went to the wrong door hehe..."

The man just glanced at it lightly, but he had the illusion that his scalp was numb and he couldn't move for a moment, as if he was being watched by some unfathomable transcendent existence.

He was just about to turn around and run away when the man suddenly stopped him.

Hu Rong turned around stiffly, "?"

Zheng Yanxu glanced at the little celestial master whose half bottle of vinegar was shaking, reached out to take down the soup bag neatly, waved his hand casually, then turned around and entered the dark room and closed the door.

Hu Rong was dumbfounded, "????"

This is, the meat bun beats the dog and never returns?If you change it, you will become meat buns and vinegar. Will there be no return? ? ?

He returned home in a daze, Chu Zihan changed into smart casual clothes, holding coffee with Erlang's legs crossed, and raised his eyebrows when he saw Hu Rong's distraught look.

"What's the matter, where is the vinegar?"

Hu Rong opened his mouth, and said aggrievedly: "The soup bag is gone, and I haven't got the vinegar yet."

"No, I seem to have gone to the wrong door... But I didn't go wrong, isn't it the opposite door 306." Hu Rong scratched his head with a puzzled expression.

Chu Zihan suddenly understood who he had met, and there was a gloating smile on his face: "You didn't go wrong, but you don't seem to go out with your brain today."

Hu Rong quit, ordered him to ask for vinegar, and now humiliated him mercilessly, so angry that he jumped up and down.

"Hey! Why didn't I go out with my brain? Comrade Xiao Song brought a wild man—"

He didn't realize it until halfway through the conversation. It turned out that he really didn't go out with his brain.

How the hell did he forget that Song Cheng was married to a yin relative, so there should be another one in the family.

It's just that the one in Song Cheng's family hid it so deeply that a celestial master like him didn't see anything.

This is the first time he has seen a ghost who is not afraid of Zhengyang appearing in the eyes of everyone.

Or it is beyond the existence of ghosts.

After the man left, Song Cheng became inexplicably irritable and couldn't sleep, so he sat up and supported his hairy head.

Zheng Yanxu saw this scene when he came up, the young man looked like a lost cub with sleepy eyes and a confused expression.

The man subconsciously quickened his pace and put the soup dumpling on the table, but Song Cheng smelled the scent like a puppy and struggled to get up.

"Where did you go just now? Where did you get the soup dumplings?"

Zheng Yanxu hugged him to his lap and pressed his palm against the young man's belly, his voice was low and gentle: "Is the baby hungry?"

Song Cheng nodded, and said a little embarrassedly: "Well, I have a little appetite recently..."

"Want to eat my cooking?" Zheng Yanxu knew his lover too well, Song Cheng nodded and his eyes lit up: "Chestnut chicken! Sauerkraut fish! Spicy chicken wings! Burnt kidneys with onions!"

"and also……"

He swallowed his saliva and wanted to continue ordering, when the man patted his butt unexpectedly, Zheng Yanxu said with a straight face, "Four items are enough, you can't eat too much."

Otherwise... The man lowered his head and glanced at the young man's still flat stomach.

"Four things are four things." Song Cheng smiled shyly, then jumped off the man's legs and ran to wash up, eating the hot soup dumplings.

It wasn't until I finished eating that I remembered to ask about the origin of the soup dumpling at home, and Zheng Yanxu replied, "Given by the believer."

Song Cheng didn't listen carefully and didn't bother to ask any more. Nine out of ten it was sent by Chu Zihan or Hu Rong next door.

It happened to be Saturday that Chu Zihan didn't have to go to work, Hu Rong must be greedy to spend the big boss's money, ordering takeaway to live a very nourishing life.

For a talisman celestial master like him, any fortune talisman can be sold for hundreds of dollars, let alone thousands of town house exorcism charms.

On the surface, Hu Rong looks like a frail and weak-spirited chicken, but behind his back, he is a wealthy generation who owns several shops and houses in prime locations in N City.

Before Song Cheng had time to hug the thigh of a local tyrant, he was completely dismissed by Chu Zihan's flat words, "Although he is rich, he is poor, so he doesn't deserve to have a girlfriend".

In order to comfort Hu Rong who has been used as a backup for many times and still has his first love, he thought for a long time before choking out a sentence, "Hold on, it's not bad without a girlfriend or boyfriend."

Hu Rong: "..." He's going to make a fuss!

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Not long after Zheng Yanxu came back, Song Cheng suddenly found that he seemed to have gained a lot of weight. The man hugged him while sleeping and touched the hand on his belly, casually pinching the soft flesh.

"It's so soft." The man's deep breath was sprayed between the young man's snow-white neck, and he subconsciously shrank back, but the two of them stuck together even tighter.

"Don't, don't talk!" The young woman said fiercely, and the smile in Zheng Yanxu's eyes deepened.

He kissed his beloved's earlobe, which was already red and round like a bead, and his slightly cool lips couldn't get enough of it, so he sucked it in and tasted it.

So the words that came out became blurred.

"The baby is not fat."

Song Cheng: "???!"

Hearing this, Song Cheng angrily pushed away the mischievous hand on his waist, and the man immediately put it on it again. Repeating this several times made the young man's anxious forehead drip with sweat.

Excessive!

He sat up abruptly, his clothes had long been deformed by the man.

Seeing him getting annoyed, Zheng Yanxu hurriedly coaxed him while still wearing it in a crooked way:

"Okay, okay, I won't mess with you, come to sleep."

Song Cheng refused to listen, and squeezed the flesh on his stomach with a stern face, it was really too much.

It may be that during this period of time, the man often cooks, and his appetite has also increased.

He didn't take it seriously after thinking about it. It's not a big problem for a big man to be fat.

What's more, he has always been thin. He is only 1.8 kg at a height of 61 meters.

"Go to sleep over there."

Song Cheng put down the hem of his clothes, crossed his hips and raised his delicate chin, still feeling a little angry.

Besides, if a man is dishonest, he will torture him to death if he sleeps overnight, so it's better to sleep separately.

Zheng Yanxu stared at the waist that was still thin and fair even though he was fat, his eyes flashed a little darkly.

Resisting the desire that was about to surge out, I quickly lowered my head and lay down on the opposite side with the pillow.

Song Cheng finally felt comfortable now, and lay down happily.

The next morning, he was awakened by someone. In his sleep, he felt like a small boat sailing in the turbulent sea, completely lost its direction. Almost about to break.

Heavy but not disordered breathing sounded in his ears, and Song Cheng almost choked up and cried:

"Oh, what time is it?"

Zheng Yanxu glanced at the clock beside the bed, kissed his beloved's slightly dry lips: "Twenty past eight."

Song Cheng's eyes widened, and his voice became even more aggrieved:

"Then, hurry up, uh—"

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "What, hurry up?"

Song Cheng resisted the strange feeling, tears welled up: "We, didn't we agree to go back to see my parents today!"

Arrived home at 09:30 in the morning as agreed, and my parents were waiting.

Looking at his slightly red eyes, Zheng Yanxu sighed, and coaxed softly, "Okay, I'll do whatever you want."

The next second the young man cried out.

After finishing, Song Cheng lay down on the bed with weak legs and ordered the man to bring him clothes with a little emptiness.

After Zheng Yanxu took it, Song Cheng put it on him and then lazily got up to wash up.