when i got pregnant with the last god cub

Unable to get the desired answer, Song Cheng seemed disappointed, but not so surprised.

If human beings can really transcend everything and become gods, it is impossible for young people not to appear.

If you love someone deeply, how can you let him be sad alone and then become indifferent.

When Song Cheng told this imperfect story to the man, Zheng Yanxu lazily put his chin on his shoulder, and hugged his lover's thin waist from behind.

"Death is not the real end," the man commented, and after a short pause, he said slowly:

"Under the circumstances of the finale, who can say that this is not the best arrangement."

Song Cheng was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

Facing the suspicious gaze of the young man, Zheng Yanxu quickly cleared his throat to prove himself, "I mean, this may not be the whole process, if the god you dreamed of fell in love with his new wife soon gone?"

"Maybe this ending is quite...very good?" The man didn't dare to say anything, his wife's eyes were so cold that he was about to freeze.

Song Cheng smiled coldly, "Oh? Is this the happy ending you said?"

"You tell me what's so good about it!" Such scum!Isn't it good to be such a scumbag god!

After finishing speaking, he mercilessly pinched the man's waist, his angry face was a little hot.

"But have you ever thought that maybe the king is not worthy of that god at all?" Zheng Yanxu grabbed the young man's hand helplessly.

"He shouldn't appear in the world of gods, and he was a mistake from the beginning."

Song Cheng saw a trace of seriousness in the man's light-colored eyes, and he froze there, his whole heart tensed up in an instant.

"Not worthy?" Song Cheng said softly, his face turned pale, "What about me?"

The three words fell lightly, but they were like a heavy stone hitting Zheng Yanxu's heart.

His face froze, and he panicked instantly: "No, I didn't mean that..."

"Zheng Yanxu, you are an aloof god, and I'm just a human being with a special physique. We..." is also a mistake?

Song Cheng's whole body was trembling, and he was interrupted by an eager kiss before he finished speaking.

Zheng Yanxu hugged the injured young man tightly into his arms, and said distressedly: "No, I never had such an idea, you are the best, always have been."

"It was in the past, and it will be in the future!"

Song Cheng gave him an aggrieved look, "But you are a god..."

They will one day be like gods and kings in dreams, and death awaits him in the near future.

And it was Song Cheng's aging that broke the peace first.

Thinking of this possibility, his heart hurts so much that he can only take a small breath.

It turned out that the man had already occupied such an important position in his heart, and he didn't feel the pain of separation until today.

"I'm not leaving you, you don't know what I did for you—"

Zheng Yanxu's words stopped abruptly, Song Cheng didn't understand why.

The man stared at him, with indistinct emotions brewing in his light-colored eyes.

Song Cheng failed to understand a thousandth of them, they were too complicated, so that he knew that it was not an area he could understand.

"In short, Chengcheng, you are my everything." Zheng Yanxu's firm yet gentle voice made people tremble, "We will not be like them, everything will be demolished and rebuilt..."

"Do you believe me?"

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately.

"I believe in you, and I have no choice but to believe in you."

Zheng Yanxu kissed his brow, "If possible, I would rather give up this heavy god position for you."

But then he would no longer be able to protect his lover, and the moment he decided to do this, there was no way to back down.

"Farewell." Song Cheng glanced at him with a troubled face, and whispered:

"How cool it is to be a god."

It's terrible to say it out, and it's more face-saving.

Song Cheng has completely regarded Zheng Yanxu as his own now, and he feels quite honored.

After the misunderstanding between the two was resolved, the worrying atmosphere disappeared, and Song Cheng reluctantly brought up the topic just now.

Only then did I know what the man meant by "he is not worthy".

There are countless people who come to worship every day and every night, but among all these living beings, God has never favored anyone.

However, the arrival of the young man broke the god's ten thousand year old heart. Obviously he has no ability to change the reality, but he left an indelible thought for the lonely god.

For the two of them, it is not a kind of sadness.

If the youth didn't make a big announcement and try to attract the attention of the gods, how could there be follow-up gods.

Although the young man is a highly respected king in front of the world, he admits his crimes in front of the gods. He is a thief.

No matter what he stole, the moment he confessed his crime, the gates of hell were opened.

They are not equal, at least at that moment, the gods are destined not to wait for him.

Song Cheng was silent for a while after hearing this, but then suddenly remembered something and punched him.

"Then you can't say that the gods will fall in love with their new wives, can you? This... This is really not good."

Song Cheng held back for a long time before he could hold back such a sentence.

Zheng Yanxu kissed his fair cheek and smiled: "If you can't wait, don't wait any longer, not to mention the god's wife loves him very much."

Because those who can't wait will eventually appear in another form, even though their appearance has changed.

Song Cheng had such weird and bizarre nightmares for three or four days in a row before the dream gradually disappeared.

Even though he forced himself to convince himself that it was just an unfounded dream, Song Cheng still noticed some subtle changes.

For example, his senses have become more sensitive than before, while the skin's ability to perceive pain has been crazily reduced.

There was even one time when he boiled water at home and was scalded by steam with a temperature higher than [-] degrees. Song Cheng didn't feel the heat very much, and his skin didn't even turn red.

While this change was palpitating, Song Cheng had an illusion that it should be like this.

It seems that some instinct is about to come out, but it is trapped in this human body.

Song Cheng pressed his slow beating heart, trying to suppress that weird emotion.

During this period of time, Zheng Yanxu was always there during the day, but disappeared without a trace at night, and he was responsive to Song Cheng's requests. During the day, the two of them played wildly, and at night the young man just rested honestly.

In this regard, Song Cheng often forgot that there was a small one in his belly.

Zheng Yanxu, the old father, was even more careless. He touched the young man's soft belly and comforted him:

"It's okay, the cub is very strong."

Song Cheng: "..." I believed your evil.

He didn't know when the child would come out, and asked his own, but Zheng Yanxu said that when the sun sets and rises at the same time.

Song Cheng's heart skipped a beat, how could the sun rise and set at the same time?

A bad intuition came to my mind, this child will not be born, right?

Unless the disaster of the century comes, according to the description of this prophecy, the cub will definitely not be born.

Song Cheng went crazy and slapped the bag of potato chips off the man's hand.

You fart, you explain clearly to the labor and management!

Zheng Yanxu hugged the young man into his arms with a smile, and pecked lightly on his pretty lips.

The potato chips were tainted with a refreshing cucumber flavor.

"Don't worry, the child will come out well, he is our eldest son."

He will inherit his father's throne and work and become the sun of the new century.

When Song Cheng heard this, his hanging heart finally fell.

On the day of Ning Yan's birthday, Song Cheng specially dragged the two of them into a trot to set up the venue, and then went to pick up the custom-made cake and birthday presents.

Song Cheng prepared a light blue long dress for Mother Song. It was a brand style that she had liked for a long time, but she was reluctant to buy it because the price was not cheap.

Song's father originally planned to give it to him, but his son took it first.

Song Cheng and Chen Zongyi had just entered, and there were quite a few people in the shopping mall on weekends.

Without paying attention, someone touched his shoulder, and the coffee with crushed ice instantly splashed the white coconut shoes full of stars into black.

"I'll go!" Chen Zongyi's complexion immediately turned ugly, and Song Cheng waved his hand to indicate that it was all right.

As soon as he raised his head, he met a pair of light brown eyes, and a strange feeling crawled into his heart like a snake.

The tide was surging in my mind, but I didn't find anything, but my heart was throbbing very much.

Song Cheng subconsciously tightened his fingers and looked intently.

It was a man dressed old-fashionedly, but his hair was dyed maroon and slightly curly.

His face reveals a bit of unmasculine beauty, especially his long hair, which adds to his decadence and femininity.

A sincere and embarrassed smile appeared on the man's face, and he said:

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to."

Then he took out a white handkerchief from his coat pocket and handed it to Song Cheng.

"Do you need me to wipe it for you—"

The man was about to squat down as he spoke, his movements were so natural that it seemed as if he had done it many times before.

Only then did Song Cheng react, and while shrinking back, he stopped the man from moving.

"No, no! No, I can do it myself." He took the man's handkerchief and smiled a bit reluctantly.

"Really?" The man frowned.

"Really, thank you for the handkerchief."

After Song Cheng finished speaking, he quickly called Chen Zongyi, and the two walked away.

But that person was watching their leaving figure in place, with a strange smile on his face.

"It's so cute."

Standing outside the bathroom, Chen Zongyi looked at Song Cheng who was wiping his shoes, and couldn't help but said, "That man is so strange, there are still old antiques with handkerchiefs when they go out?"

It also looks like a foreigner, with profound facial features.

Song Cheng nodded absently, "Maybe it's just his habit——"

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, and his bent back froze.

Chen Zongyi was taken aback, and immediately walked over, "What's wrong?"

So as soon as he got closer, he saw with his own eyes that the handkerchief in Song Cheng's hand collapsed silently into a pile of fine sand.

Those granular things quickly passed through the young man's white fingertips and dripped to the ground.

"I'm stupid?!" Chen Zongyi was dumbfounded.

Song Cheng froze for a few seconds, then stood up straight.

He knocked the coffee-splashed shoe on the ground, and another pile of fine sand fell on the ground, and the shoe surface was cleaned instantly.

"Where did the sand come from?" Chen Zongyi asked strangely.

Song Cheng shook his head, just glanced at his watch, and said calmly:

"We need to hurry up, or we'll be late."

"Yes, yes, I have to celebrate Aunt Ning's birthday... No, you are too calm!" Chen Zongyi couldn't help shouting.

Song Cheng walked quickly, and said, "It's not unusual to see you a lot."

Although he said that, in fact, he couldn't achieve superficial peace in his heart.

Because not long ago, he met a drunk man on the road.

He wanted to ask Song Cheng for directions, but he was babbling nonsense without knowing what he was talking about, reeking of alcohol.

He asked Song Cheng's name, Song Cheng told him, but was immediately refuted.

The man muttered: That's not your real name, that's not your real name, you are the sky and you are the earth, you are a foreign traveler floating on the river.

Song Cheng felt that he was reciting poems, and he was still the kind of writer who was arrogant when drunk.

After all, he had a classmate in college who also had this kind of virtue, and Song Cheng didn't take it seriously at all.

Just as he was about to walk away, the man grabbed his arm again, pointed to the sky and asked faintly:

Have you seen the sun in the sky, there are two.

Song Cheng was taken aback, and looked along the man's fingers, almost hurting his eyes by the sunlight.

That round of proud sun hangs eternally in the sky, and there is nothing around it that can compete with it, so how can there be a second sun.

When he turned his head to look again, the man had disappeared without a trace.

Song Cheng felt baffled, as if he had been tricked by a naive person, pointing outside and saying there was a flying saucer.

The more he thought about it, the more stupid he felt, and he was tricked, so naturally he wouldn't mention it to others.

Many friends and colleagues from both parties came to Song's mother's birthday party. Ning Yan and Song Xingchao were usually too busy with work, so they rarely had a chance to relax. Both of them happily talked and chatted with their friends.

These slightly older parents are in the stage of dissatisfied with the old and know that they are old, chatting and laughing on the table and drinking together.

Song Cheng and the other young people also took advantage of their parents' happiness and stayed with them to the end.

When it was over, Song Cheng's eyes were already staring, Lin Zilou and Chen Zongyi swayed together and couldn't walk in a straight line.

Father Song and Mother Song came back after seeing off the guests and looked at the three little ones lying on the sofa in the rest area. Ning Yan asked with a smile:

"Are Xiaolou and Zongyi going back to school tonight? Why don't you stay at our house for the night, after all, it's late at night."

"No, no, auntie, Zongzi and I took a taxi back to school, and we have classes tomorrow." Lin Zilou waved his hand, trying to pull Chen Zongyi up.

"Yes, we can just take a taxi, Aunt Ning is better, my dad must be playing cards again?" Chen Zongyi said with emotion.

"Those who don't have work tomorrow will go to the teahouse to play cards. They should sleep at our house for the night. I'm really worried about going back so late." Ning Yan persuaded.

"Really, you can fix Cheng Cheng, he is much more drunk than us." Lin Zilou said with a smile, "Our car is coming, Aunt Ning and Uncle Song, let's go first, goodbye."

After Lin Zilou and Chen Zongyi left, Song Chengcai regained his strength.

"What about my son, why don't I get you some hangover medicine?" Ning Yan asked concerned, "It's all your father's fault for keeping you drunk."

Song Xingchao smiled embarrassingly at the side, "I didn't expect this kid to be so careless..."

Father Song suddenly changed the subject, "Cheng, where is Zheng Yanxu?"

Ever since Song Cheng told them that his special physique had been cured, while Song's father and Song's mother were overjoyed, they had to worry about his relationship with Zheng Yanxu.

They still knew something about their own son, Song Cheng never liked men before, and made a yin marriage with Zheng Yanxu to save his life.

Now that this worry is gone, Song's father and Song's mother are very worried that their stubborn son will not give in and will fight to leave.

But it turned out that they were thinking too much, Song Cheng had no such plan at all, and he couldn't leave at all.

"I'm fine, I'll take a taxi and go back by myself." Song Cheng pressed his temple, "Zheng Yanxu has something to do today, and I'm not very drunk, you and Mom should hurry back, we have to go to work tomorrow."

Ever since he was pregnant with the cub, his family has been haunted and haunted. Except for being able to stay online for a while during the day, it starts to wander around at night.

I don't know if the existence of the child shared some of his strength, at least Song Cheng could feel the tiredness in Zheng Yanxu's eyes.

The man said that he had necessary work to do, and he felt very guilty for not being able to be by Song Cheng's side all the time, especially when the youth was in such a special period.

Although he tried his best to come back early, every time he came back it was either early in the morning or midnight when the young man fell asleep.

Song Chengdao is not as fragile as he imagined, after all, he is a big man with hands and feet, and he is not haunted by ghosts, so he is more than enough to take care of himself, without being pretentious at all.

Even when he was a little lonely, he didn't feel anything, until he walked out of the hotel door and glanced casually, and saw the familiar figure, his heart was shocked.

Song Cheng walked hurriedly with messy footsteps, and Song's father and Song mother called his name behind him, but he didn't realize it.

However, he froze in place before taking a few steps, it wasn't Zheng Yanxu, it wasn't him.

Standing next to the black Daben was a tall man in a white shirt and suit pants, and a strange expression appeared on Chu Zihan's handsome face.

"Xiao Song?"

He looked at the thin young man in front of him, a look of deep disappointment appeared on that pretty face, and his heart twitched for no reason.

Only then did Song Cheng realize that his eyes were dazzled. It seemed that drinking was a mistake, and he could have misjudged his family, but... he was still very disappointed.

He suddenly wanted to see Zheng Yanxu, um, tell him the next day.

Thinking of this, Song Cheng finally adjusted and stepped forward to smile, "Brother Chu, are you here to pick me up? I'm so sorry, I can go back by myself."

Chu Zihan sent Song Cheng a message on WeChat not long ago, asking him to order a dinner together, so that he can eat it when he returns later.

His temporary roommate, Hu Rong, has been away for several days because of something in his hometown, so he can only ask his neighbor to help him get dinner.

But Song Cheng held a birthday party for Song's mother outside and was not at home.

Chu Zihan asked about the location by the way, and only then did he know that the young man drank a lot of alcohol and planned to take a taxi home, so why not drop by and pick him up directly.

Although Song Cheng felt embarrassed to refuse, Chu Zihan still came.

"It's okay, just on the way, and I just got here from get off work, so I haven't had time to call you yet."

Chu Zihan pinched the cigarette out of his hand, and suppressed the strange feeling.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Song's father and Song's mother walking behind his son, and he greeted him with a polite smile.

"This is Uncle and Aunt, right? Hello, I'm Song Cheng's neighbor, Chu Zihan."

Father Song nodded politely at him, while Ning Yan looked at the tall and handsome man in front of her clearly, and said with a smile:

"Hello, hello, I heard Chengcheng mention you, but I didn't expect you to be so young and promising." "Auntie, you are welcome. I just happened to drop by and pick him up after get off work." Chu Zihan explained.

"Oh, it's so embarrassing, we can just deliver it."

Ning Yan was a little worried, she always felt that the man in front of her was not simple, at least not a kind person.

"It's okay. You and your uncle must have drunk a lot too. It's not safe to drive. Let's find a substitute driver."

For the sake of Chu Zihan's words, Song's father and Song's mother couldn't refuse to show his affection.

"Then parents, you should go back first, don't let someone else wait there for you, I will tell you when I get home, don't worry." Seeing this, Song Cheng said.

Father Song and Mother Song nodded and left.

Song Cheng got into Chu Zihan's car, except for the simple exchange of daily routines between the two at first, the car soon became silent.

When they got home, Song Cheng's alcohol was strong, and he was dizzy when he got out of the car. Fortunately, Chu Zihan stretched out his hand to help him, otherwise he would still be holding the car door.

Chu Zihan helped him into the elevator, and Song Cheng barely stood firm with his back against the elevator wall, looking like a normal person.

The young man's face didn't turn red after drinking, and his eyes weren't intoxicated and confused. On the contrary, his whole body exudes a more deserted and reserved atmosphere.

Chu Zihan secretly withdrew his gaze from the man, and waited for the elevator to go up to the third floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he subconsciously went to help him, but Song Cheng wanted to politely refuse to come.

"It's okay, I can go." Song Cheng's voice was also very steady, and there was no trace of drunkenness.

Why is he so different from other drunks?Chu Zihan suddenly felt a pang of regret. It would be great if the young man was not so cold and restrained.

As soon as this idea came up, Chu Zihan was taken aback by himself.

So much so that when Song Cheng was about to fall, he almost didn't hold back.

"Ah, I'm really dizzy, it's full of stars." Song Cheng weakly knocked his head against the wall, feeling stupid.

Chu Zihan thought he was funny and pitiful, and before he had time to speak, he saw the young man took out the key from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Thank you, help...help me open it." Although Song Cheng was dizzy, his thoughts were still very clear.

Knowing that he couldn't open the door, and couldn't even find the chain eye, he could only ask Chu Zihan.

Chu Zihan opened the door for him, and Song Cheng leaned on the wall to go in and turn on the light. The man worried about helping him to the sofa, but suddenly the young man leaning against the entrance found a red invitation card from the locker.

Song Cheng frowned and stared at the red invitation card, feeling as if he had seen it somewhere before.

He was thinking hard, but Chu Zihan who was standing next to him took away the post.

"You also received Shen Yan's wedding invitation?"

Chu Zihan opened the thin sheet, and on it was written a sentence that seemed to be a blessing but was specious.

Ming Xi Jun Xi knows it as the god of the river, and a woman looks forward to it as marriage.

And under that sentence are the names of the bride and groom, He Tu, and Shen Yan.

It's just that compared to the one he received, Song Cheng's invitation is for the man, while his is for the woman.

Mentioning the word wedding invitation, Song Cheng finally remembered where he had seen it before.

One afternoon, Zheng Yanxu secretly burned a red wedding invitation behind his back, and told him that it was sent by some annoying guy.