I'm pregnant with the queen's bun

The abandoned warehouse is scattered with broken copper and rotten iron, the steel frame beams in disrepair above the head are rusty, there are no windows, and the interior exudes an unpleasant musty smell. The only exit is only half of the passage.

The light was dim, and the surroundings were so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop.

Song Qingli panicked and picked up a rotten wooden stick from the ground, and as Zhao Ge and Mu Heng approached, he was forced to keep backing away to maintain a safe distance.

He bluffed and threatened, "What's your purpose in hijacking me? Mu Heng, I have no grievances with you, why do you keep troubling me?!"

Mu Heng stopped in his tracks, "I'm saving you."

"Save me?" Song Qingli had an absurd expression on his face, "Do you think you are the savior?"

"I didn't say I must save you, but I have to figure out one thing."

Song Qingli stared at Mu Heng, but didn't dare to act rashly. He might have a chance of winning against Mu Heng, but at this moment, Zhao Ge was standing beside him, and he was staring at him from the beginning to the end. Song Qingli I can guarantee that as long as he makes a slight attack now, Zhao Ge will definitely finish him before then.

"what's up?"

Mu Heng looked solemn, and asked every single word: "Who the hell are you?"

A flash of panic flashed in Song Qingli's eyes, and then quickly disappeared, and his words lacked confidence, "You don't know who I am?"

"I really don't know," Mu Heng said without any change in mood, "You are not Song Qingli, you don't have to quibble, I can change it to something you can understand - the original Song Qingli is dead, you replaced him The body survived, who are you? How long has it been since you entered Song Qingli's body?"

The secret that has not been discovered for so many years is so open and honest. Song Qingli's hand holding the wooden stick was shaking constantly. He tried his best to force himself to calm down and not fall into the tricks of these people, otherwise he would be finished. The acting career is over, and the whole life is completely over!

"Are you sick?"

This time, without waiting for Mu Heng to speak, Zhao Ge took the lead. He threw the document bag in his hand to Song Qingli, frowned and said fiercely: "I knew you were not so honest, so you can see for yourself! Yes, you'd better not let me hear you scolding others, especially him, or I will let you lie down and walk out of here."

Song Qingli didn't answer, he picked up the file bag in a panic, pretending to be calm, his hands were still shaking very badly.

He opened the documents one by one, and looked at the countless documents to prove that Song Qingli's original body's injury report, what he had just entered the original body when he was terrified, and many unexplainable behavior changes between him and the original body , even he originally liked men, but after that accident, he became only interested in women.

"That's right, you have lived in Song Qingli's body for four years, enough for you to get used to this new world."

Song Qingli threw away the file bag, and crushed her feet hard, "I don't understand what you are talking about, what is my original body, I am Song Qingli from the beginning to the end, it is normal for some changes after the injury, I was just a little out of sorts at the time.”

Zhao Ge smiled dangerously, "If you are a smart person, you should know whether to choose us or Shen Qing. Do you think she will make your dreams come true? I advise you, it is best not to believe the words of the Shen family woman, otherwise you will die It's miserable."

"I said I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Then we can't do anything, you can do it yourself." Mu Heng turned his head to signal Zhao Ge to leave, turned around and took two steps before stopping, "You can't do it perfectly, as long as you check, there will be countless evidences, sophistry is useless .”

This understatement made Song Qingli's eyes flicker, and the alarm bell sounded in his heart. He yelled uncomfortably, "Wait a minute, why do you say that I am not Song Qingli, just because of these evidences? I don't believe you about such absurd thing as reviving a dead body." Just because of these doubts about me."

His words were tantamount to indirectly admitting that he was not Song Qingli.

Mu Heng and Zhao Ge looked at each other with a smile, concealing the prey's bait, they had to confirm Song Qingli's identity, so as to know the coordinates of the Shen family's magic circle, whether it was really as Shen Xiaoxiao said, the person selected by the Shen family must It is the soul that traveled here from Daying.

Of course, if Song Qingli could trust them, it would not be difficult to save him by the way.

It's just that in that case, I'm afraid Song Qingli will have to spend the rest of his life in hiding.

"It's Shen Qing, you've also met Shen Xiaoxiao, they are twin siblings, there's no reason for the younger brother not to know what his sister is doing."

Song Qingli looked even more flustered, "Impossible, Shen Qing doesn't know my identity, you guys are deceiving me!"

"You are wrong, Shen Qing knew who you were from the very beginning."

"impossible!"

"Otherwise why would she help you?"

Song Qingli still shook her head, unwilling to believe the cruel facts, "She took a fancy to my talent, she made me a star, and I created benefits for her, this is a mutually beneficial deal, and she even made a deal for me Star-making project, as long as I graduate from here, I can embark on a new path, I can act in good movies, be sought after, make people crazy about me, these will happen soon, you are lying to me! I I won't be sowed by you!" "Your life is at stake, and you still want to become a star."

"What do you know! I just want to be recognized by others. Is it wrong for me to like acting?" Song Qingli said excitedly, "I'm an actor, so should I be looked down upon? My parents think I'm ashamed, and I admire it People look down on me, and some people think... that I am selling my body. I can't get dignity there, and I can't get the status I want. I finally came here. I can get power and money by acting, why can't I want to be a star!" Mu Heng shook his head, found the key loophole in his words, and said coldly: "You don't like acting at all."

"If you like it enough, why do you need to look at other people's faces, why do you care what acting can bring you? Don't deceive yourself, all you want is power and status, and it happens that you don't know anything else except acting."

"Do not."

"What if you can't be popular? You can only make ends meet by acting for the rest of your life. Do you still want to be an actor?"

"Do not……"

"Give you money that you can't spend in your next life, do you still want to act?"

Song Qingli became angry from embarrassment, "Don't talk about you so noble, you don't want power and money? Who doesn't want it?"

"I really think so, but I'm different from you. You've trapped yourself in acting and you can't get out. Maybe there are more suitable options out there for you. The conditions offered by Shen Qing are indeed very tempting, but you haven't weighed yourself well. Weight, why does she praise you? Just because you look good and have potential? You can think about what I said, otherwise no one can help you."

Song Qingli had a gloomy face and did not speak.

Zhao Ge waited impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense with him, he will kill himself and no one can save him."

Mu Heng still stared at Song Qingli, "The last question, I will keep it a secret for you after asking."

"where do you come from?"

Song Qingli: "Da Ying."

For the next period of time, except for the tight and heavy courses of the academy, there was no further disturbance.

Unexpectedly calm.

Mu Heng's "Liberation of Nature" course barely passed, and soon faced a new difficulty.

That is "freeing yourself".

Each of the trainees had their own highly targeted courses. Their gray-haired old professor, who was always wearing a suit and tie, had sharp eyes and could easily see through their deficiencies within half a month of contact.

When receiving the task script, Mu Heng repeatedly confirmed it several times, gritted his teeth and endured it before saying the words 'I can't'.

The script required Mu Heng to dress up as a clown and take pictures with people in the bustling square near the school, and meet one of the photographer's requirements, as long as he can successfully take ten pictures, it will be considered a success.

He had never seen a clown before, but there was a photo attached to the mission, which gave Mu Heng a great visual impact.

He was depressed for several days because of this, he was stuck in the dormitory and didn't even want to go back to the villa, and he was powerless after seeing Zhao Ge.

Zhao Ge could only go to the dormitory to arrest him dissatisfied, threw Mu Heng down and trapped him in his arms, and he had to tell him that he was wrong before letting him go.

Mu Heng said helplessly: "I don't want to live apart, these two days are very uncomfortable, I don't want to affect you."

"What's uncomfortable?"

"What do you say?"

Zhao Ge didn't think it would be embarrassing to play a clown, and he said something to persuade him, and he also said something to make Mu Heng give up, what can he do if he has to suppress his discomfort and bump into him.

He gently kissed Mu Heng's forehead, touched the warm and soft skin along the corner of his clothes, and smiled in a low voice: "Then let me make you feel better?"

They haven't made out for a few days, and they are familiar with each other's bodies, and a light touch will trigger a chain reaction.

Zhao Ge only felt a hot current rushing up his lower abdomen, and the burning sensation all over his body intensified, and he couldn't help wanting more. While kissing Mu Heng, he kneaded the sensitive parts under Mu Heng's clothes.

Mu Heng turned his head to avoid Zhao Ge's fierce kiss, and tried to push him, but failed to push him away, instead Zhao Ge hugged him even harder.

"Don't move, I miss you very much," Zhao Ge's voice was extremely low, "What about you? You don't miss me?"

Just as Mu Heng raised his hand to resist, he slowly lowered it when he heard this sentence. His hands were close to the sides of his body, and his fingertips were pinching the hem of his clothes.

"I miss you too," Mu Heng said, "I love you."

"I love you too."

It was almost six o'clock, the sunlight fell through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the walls of the dormitory, tiny dust swirled and danced in the sunlight.

The door of the dormitory was locked, and the tireless knocking on the door for a long time finally subsided.

Mu Heng's tense nerves relaxed for a second, and he was extremely uncomfortable by the things Zhao Ge sent into his body.

He grabbed the sheets with his hands. The single bed was not a solid structure, and under the intense movement of the two, it kept making creaking noises.

Zhao Ge chuckled and said, "If this is your original body, you won't even have to lubricate it."

Mu Heng was uncomfortable with joy, panting and said intermittently: "Are you... are you saying that I was loose before?"

"Song? You take good care of yourself, that's why you're so sensitive."

"Sensitivity is just a side effect, I don't want to..." His voice suddenly lost his voice under Zhao Ge's sudden movement, and he gasped more and more, "When I don't want to grow old..."

"I won't despise you." Zhao Ge hugged Mu Hengguang's body intimately, and some parts were reluctantly joined together, "It's just that you become ugly and old, as long as that person is you, I will."

Mu Heng held Zhao Ge's cheeks, making Zhao Ge look directly into his eyes, "Although I'm very touched, but I have to repeat again, my medicine has nothing to do with you, and it's not for your pleasure, I'm for..."

Zhao Ge blocked Mu Heng's mouth without hesitation, "It's so that you can get fucked better by me."

"no……"

"Forget it, don't worry about these details," Zhao Ge pinched Mu Heng's waist and switched the two places, "Come on, move yourself."

When he woke up the next day, under the double torture of physical and psychological, Mu Heng scolded Zhao Ge bloody with the only swear words he knew, and then regarded the pillow as Zhao Ge and beat him up.

If he hadn't lived in the dormitory, Zhao Ge would have been the one who beat him up now.

The makeup process lasted extremely long, Mu Heng simply leaned on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Under the watchful eye of the professor, all steps were completed in strict accordance with the requirements.

It wasn't until the whole body of makeup was completed that Mu Heng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror and carefully observed his appearance at the moment.

He was wearing colorful clothes with extremely exaggerated colors, curly hair that was even more colorful than the clothes, and an ugly clown mask on his face. The combination of extreme white and extreme red created a particularly weird effect. He stared at the mirror After looking at it for a while, I almost didn't recognize it was me.

Thinking of appearing in the crowd like this, Mu Heng felt weird for no reason.

Just weirdness, nothing to do with fear or apprehension.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the car scattered all the trainees participating in the special training to different areas.

Mu Heng got out of the car under the weird stares of countless passers-by. He was standing on the side of the square at this time. In front of him was a crowded urban square with a huge fountain. Even on the side of the road, there were many pedestrians coming and going. Almost everyone All eyes would focus on him, either looking curiously or discussing in a low voice.

Mu Heng didn't pause, and walked directly into the square with his head held high.

He quickly stood in the middle of the square, and then found a very unimaginable question——and then?

Then what should he do?

The stalemate only lasted for a few seconds, and Mu Heng decided to find a place to sit for a while. He is actually very used to being stared at by others, but this kind of staring now makes him feel very strange.

His subjects would only look at him with admiration and trepidation. No one had ever looked at him with such strange, questioning and funny eyes like this.

His Majesty the Emperor is very tired.

Sitting on a chair in the square, His Majesty lowered his head in a daze until a pair of hands suddenly appeared within his field of vision.

A voice that was so familiar that there was no need to distinguish it came to my ears, "Is it an honor to take a photo with you?"