I'm pregnant with the queen's bun

The mental hospital is heavily decorated, with green vines covering the walls, and the spacious courtyard is filled with stupid or numb patients, and hysterical screams can be heard from time to time.

Zhao Ge was dressed in a suit and shiny leather shoes, which stood out among a group of crazy patients. Some patients rushed towards him with their teeth and claws, and were tied up tightly by several nurses within two steps.

He met Song Chenghuai in the room at the end of the corridor.

At this time, Song Chenghuai had nothing to do with the word "spirited", he was curled up in the corner of the hospital bed, his eyes were numb and unfocused, the uniform of the patient's uniform, and his slovenly appearance gave him a decayed and dead air.

Zhao Ge stood at the door for a while, but Song Chenghuai didn't respond at all, until Zhao Ge knocked on the door and made some noises, Song Chenghuai was suddenly awakened.

He jumped out of bed and stared at Zhao Ge, the lifelessness in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Zhao Ge turned a blind eye, didn't pay attention to Song Chenghuai at all, picked a chair at random and sat down, "I heard you were looking for me?"

"Half a month ago, I said I wanted to see you."

"Oh, but now the rules are up to me." Zhao Ge said lightly, "You should be glad that I am still willing to come."

Song Chenghuai clenched his fists, "Do you think you won by trapping me here?"

"At least you lost."

As soon as Zhao Ge finished speaking, Song Chenghuai locked the door abruptly, pulled out a chopstick from the foot of the bed and stabbed him in the right eye.Song Chenghuai was obviously well prepared, all his movements were coherent and fluent, and his precision was excellent.

If he was stabbed this time, Zhao Ge's right eye would definitely be crippled on the spot. Fortunately, he never let down his vigilance. When Song Chenghuai made an assassination move, he kicked out suddenly. The force of his kick was ruthless and fierce. Song Chenghuai slammed his body on the ground and coughed violently while covering his chest.

Zhao Ge walked towards Song Chenghuai with fierce eyes, and the moment Song Chenghuai was about to get up, he stepped on him fiercely.

Hysterical and angry: "Zhao Ge, you will die! I will kill you! You devil crawled out of hell!"

Zhao Ge stepped on Song Chenghuai's side face with his foot, and smiled meaningfully: "I am indeed a devil, to you."

Song Chenghuai looked depressed and murmured: "You can't be alive, Zhao Ge is dead, how could he wake up!"

Zhao Ge withdrew his feet in disgust, "It seems that I shouldn't come, is this your attitude of begging for help?"

"You won't let me go..."

"I did my best not to kill you." Zhao Gedan said, "Where is Lin Yunqing? Is she worthy of your begging?"

Song Chenghuai's face was filled with despondency and despair.

Zhao Ge continued: "By the way, I haven't congratulated you yet, Lin Yunqing is pregnant, and you are going to be a father too."

Song Chenghuai was stunned for a moment, followed by ecstasy. He tightly grasped Zhao Ge's trousers, drawing strength from the news, "What you said is true? Is she really pregnant? Is it my child?"

Zhao Ge looked down at Song Chenghuai, "Lin Yunqing only met you, who else could the child be?"

Song Chenghuai quickly remembered Lin Yunqing's situation, lowered his voice and said: "Zhao Ge, you let Lin Yunqing go. This is between me and you. It has nothing to do with her. She doesn't know anything."

"There is a price to be paid for everything you do." Zhao Ge stared at Song Chenghuai coldly, "Your wife, children, and the account books that are already insignificant, I believe you can judge which is more important."

Song Chenghuai let go dejectedly, "You are framing me."

"Don't forget that it's your child, I didn't force you to sleep with Lin Yunqing."

"You do this just for the ledger, right?"

Zhao Ge stared at the flock of birds flying by outside the window, "Hand over the account book, and I will keep Lin Yunqing safe and sound."

"How can I trust you?"

"You have no choice, oh, if you ask me, I can show you the B-ultrasound picture."

Song Chenghuai was angry, "You—"

I was interrupted by Zhao Ge coldly, "Don't challenge my bottom line again and again. I am not Zhao Ge a year ago, and the account book is not a threat to me. Do you think Dad is looking at my talent or ten years ago? What did you do?"

"I didn't threaten you to come to me? The Zhao family lost me, so there is still Zhao Weiming."

Zhao Weiming is the son of Zhao Qianchuan and Yang Peipei. He has just turned 19 years old, and his temperament is very docile with Yang Peipei.

Zhao Ge found it very funny, "You really think highly of Zhao Weiming."

"You can survive, there is nothing I can't believe."

"Okay, in that case, I will arrange for you to meet Lin Yunqing again," Zhao Ge warned in a low voice, "but you'd better not play tricks, otherwise don't blame me for being ungrateful."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, nodding to the doctor who was guarding outside.

The door of the room was still open at this time, Song Chenghuai jumped up and rushed out, but the two doctors guarding outside held his left and right arms, and threw the person in regardless of Song Chenghuai's roar and struggle, and then rushed out extremely fast. Close and lock the door.

Zhao Ge could still hear Song Chenghuai's hysterical accusations and roars from a distance.

But it's fine.

Who would believe the nonsense of a mental patient.

Mu Heng slept in the dark, and his brain and body needed to rest due to extreme exhaustion. During this period, the mobile phone he threw in the master bedroom was almost blown up. Mu Heng didn't find any charging equipment, so he decided to solve his hunger first. After digging out the ingredients, but unfortunately did not find any cooked food, I hesitated for a long time and decided to try using modern technology.

He has read the product introduction and how to use it carefully, and feels that he can conquer these machines. He does not have high requirements, as long as he can cook a bowl of noodles and eat them.

It's very simple to think of, just boil the water, then throw in the noodles, stir and wait for a while.Driven by hunger, Mu Heng quickly lit the fire, and added an appropriate amount of water into the pot, and when the water was bubbling, he put in the noodles. He threw in a handful of noodles first, and felt that it was a little less, so he threw it in again. After a while, hunger made him feel that his stomach had grown several times, and he would rather die than starve to death.

When Zhao Ge entered the door, he saw Mu Heng walking out of the kitchen with a large bowl filled with noodles, the portion was a bit exaggerated.

Out of the corner of Mu Heng's eyes, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Ge, as if looking for a savior, "You still have the kitchen."

Turning around, another bowl of noodles with a larger portion was brought from the kitchen.

Zhao Ge raised his eyebrows slightly, took off his coat and walked to the restaurant, staring closely at the two bowls of dismal clear soup noodles. He didn't dare to have any expectations for Mu Heng's cooking skills.

It can be said that Mu Heng has eaten all kinds of delicacies in the world. He has never eaten any delicacies from mountains and seas, bird's nest and abalone. Although he is not good at cooking, he has a very picky taste bud. Taste first.

Zhao Ge picked and picked pickily a few times, and put it in his mouth under Mu Heng's expectant gaze, but didn't spit it out.

Mu Heng asked nervously, "How is it, is it delicious?"

"Taste yourself."

Mu Heng tasted it, then turned around and spit it into the trash can, enduring the bitter salty feeling in his mouth and said angrily, "Can't you taste it so salty?"

Zhao Ge asked back: "Are you going to feed the pigs?"

"I'm hungry."

"so what?"

"Why didn't you prepare food?"

Zhao Ge said leisurely: "Do I still have to ask a servant to deliver it to you respectfully and say 'Your Majesty, please have a meal'."

"It doesn't have to be."

Zhao Ge smiled leisurely, with a sense of oppression in his tone, "Do you want me to remind you of the reality? This is not Daying Your Majesty, no one is supposed to serve you, you have to learn to take care of yourself, you can't even cook well, you How can I please you?"

"Can you cook?"

"will not."

Mu Hengyi asked rightly: "Since you don't know how to do it, why do you ask me to do it?"

"Because you don't have the right to choose." Zhao Ge went in and took a look at the kitchen. Fortunately, it didn't catch fire. "Oh, now you have two choices. One is to leave immediately, and the other is to leave immediately after eating."

Mu Heng frowned, "Why should I leave?"

Zhao Ge stared at Mu Heng coldly, and said emphatically, "This is my home."

"Your home is my home."

"..."

"The empress and I have long been married, according to the rules of this place, we shouldn't live in two places separately."

Mu Heng spoke out loudly and confidently. Zhao Ge looked at him for a while, and suddenly felt a severe headache. He sighed slowly, "It seems that you don't plan to eat."

Mu Heng noticed something, and immediately sat down on the stool, posing as if there was no room for negotiation, "I won't leave."

Zhao Ge narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Mu Heng dangerously.

Mu Heng was unmoved, "I'm hungry."

Seeing that Zhao Ge was still staring at him urgently, he unconsciously softened his tone, "I'm still feeling bad, can you find me something to eat?"

Zhao Ge didn't speak. He got up and walked around the dining table to Mu Heng's side, then bent down and hugged him horizontally. His body was suspended so that Mu Heng could instinctively grab Zhao Ge, and then Zhao Ge walked straight out of the hall with him in his arms.

Of course Mu Heng couldn't give in. He struggled to get out of Zhao Ge's arms. He tensed his body tightly, but the harder he struggled, the stronger the force that strangled his feet and abdomen. In a process similar to a tug-of-war In the middle, Zhao Ge hugged Mu Heng tightly and carried him out of the villa, only a few steps away from the iron gate of the villa.

Mu Heng said angrily: "Do you want to be irresponsible for hugging me?"

Zhao Ge casually said: "Have I held you responsible before?"

Mu Heng thought about it seriously, and realized that Zhao Ge had never taken responsibility before, and immediately became more and more annoyed, "But you have to be responsible now, am I the kind of casual person?!"

"Don't mention 'Zhen', are you telling me on purpose?"

With the towering iron gate close at hand, Mu Heng grabbed Zhao Ge's arm tightly and said seriously, "Can't you have a better attitude? What if I leave with someone else?"

"……Oh."

"Then you'll regret it."

Unmoved, Zhao Ge walked out of the iron gate with Mu Heng in his arms. The light from the street lamps outside seemed a little dim. He looked down at Mu Heng, and it happened that Mu Heng also looked up. Their focused gaze gradually became ambiguous.

"you--"

As soon as Zhao Ge started talking, a beam of dazzling light came from the front. Shen Xiaoxiao saw this scene through the light, and stepped on the brakes without hesitation. It seemed that he had to disappear for a while.

Mu Heng wanted to come down without even thinking about it, making a joke, let Uncle Guo see him being hugged by someone!This time Zhao Ge didn't stop him, he put down Mu Heng and grabbed his wrist instead, dragging him towards Shen Xiaoxiao's parking spot.

Zhao Ge knocked on the car window, "Open the door."

Shen Xiaoxiao stretched out her head and joked: "You guys can really play, don't be nervous, I will disappear for a few more days."

Mu Heng nodded to Shen Xiaoxiao, very satisfied with Guojiu's understanding of current affairs.

Zhao Gequan pretended not to notice, opened the rear door and forced Mu Heng in, then closed the door firmly.

Mu Heng said angrily: "Zhao Ge!"

Shen Xiaoxiao was confused, "Where are you guys playing?"

"Send him home." Zhao Ge looked at Shen Xiaoxiao, and said in a commanding tone, "Leave now."

Shen Xiaoxiao looked at Mu Heng, then at Zhao Ge, and started the car confusedly.

The black car disappeared from the field of vision extremely quickly, Zhao Ge frowned and returned to the villa, a little bit reluctant and unwilling.

After a while, he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Shen Xiaoxiao.

——Find a place for Mu Heng to eat.