Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

When Song Ping'an was about to continue speaking, his mouth was tightly gagged. Before he could react, Xue Ming had already pinched his jaw, hugged his waist and pressed down.

"You... um!" Before he could say anything, he was blocked by his tongue that suddenly drilled in.

Song Ping'an hid for a few times and could only let him go obediently, and sometimes played with him cooperatively for a while.

Xue Ming didn't let go of his lips until they were both out of breath, and then pressed his whole body against him, breathing the hot air in his ears. If it wasn't for seeing that he was still weak, Song Ping'an kicked him down a long time ago.

But it was quite comfortable to be pressed by him like this, he moved a few times deliberately and touched his forehead, and found that his forehead was still terribly hot, and said: "It doesn't matter, I'll go to the doctor right away! "

"It's useless to look for it. I have a disease that most people can't cure." Xue Ming sighed.

"What should I do then?" Song Pingan hugged him tightly when he thought of the words the doctor said, "You can't die, you still have to give me a lot of children!"

Xue Ming pinched his legs to prevent himself from bursting out laughing, and said, "As long as I vent my anger, I'll be fine."

"Exhaust the fire? How to vent the fire?" Song Ping'an frowned, unable to see his expression, he was even more anxious, afraid that he would go like this.

"Forget it, you definitely won't want to." Xue Ming sighed, as if he didn't want to say more.

Lifting Song Ping'an's heart, he said, "No matter what kind of medicine it is, as long as there is one in this world, I will find it for you."

"The medicine is not difficult to find." Xue Ming looked up at him, then kissed his lips, "You are my medicine!"

Song Pingan was stunned for a long time before he realized that he was teasing him. What didn't come was a sense of grievance. His eyes were sour and he wanted to cry. Mou put all his strength on him and bit his neck.

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After the end, Song Ping'an cried and twitched under the quilt, which made people feel distressed. The culprit lay down and explained over and over again.

"Ping An, listen to me, I didn't mean that, I really had a fever at the beginning, you know my body is not the same as yours, so I look sick on the outside, but I haven't been damaged on the inside, it's you guys Often referred to as trauma."

Song Pingan touched the pillow beside him and threw it at him. Originally, he wanted to take advantage of his weakness to counterattack, but he was attacked again when he didn't think so. It made people laugh out loud, but now he wanted to kill Xue Ming. There is.

"Does it hurt? Let me take a look." Xue Ming said cautiously, for fear of hurting him. He was the one who hurt like that, and he was the one who cried.

Song Ping'an didn't want to cry either, but his heart was full of panic.

Xue Ming had no choice but to lie directly beside him, gritted his teeth, and said, "Come on, let you come this time, I will definitely not pressure you."

Now I think about him wanting to come, and begging Song Pingan to come, but he can't come.

Seeing that he was still unwilling to move, Xue Ming grabbed his hand and touched his body, "Touch it, is it very hot? I am indeed sick, and I may not get better after taking medicine."

"Xue Ming!" Song Pingan burst into tears, "Do you think that others are heartless?"

"No, I know you treat me well." Xue Ming coaxed.

"Is it good to lie to people? You said change, when did you change it?"

What he said really made Xue Ming think about it. He was indeed running the train with his mouth full. Now that he is married, he still lied to his mother-in-law about her pregnancy.

Xue Ming reached out to hold his hand, and after a while he said, "If you want to have a baby, I can do it too."

Anyway, he is going all out now, as long as Song Ping'an talks to him, it doesn't matter much.

"What's the matter! I'm pregnant in October, and it's been a few months now. By then, the baby will be Na Zha!" Song Ping'an roared, not to mention the tears on the top, but the pain on the bottom.

Seeing that his eyes were red from crying, Xue Ming loved it but felt heartbroken, so he leaned forward and kissed him. Song Pingan raised his fist and slammed him on the shoulder, saying, "What kind of kiss! You have to give birth to yourself!"

Xue Ming held his fist with sharp eyes and hands, and told him after hesitating, "Actually, I'm not worried that the child will be born late, I'm worried that he will be born in less than a month."

Song Pingan stared at him incredulously, "What did you say?"

Could it be true what happened that day?Is he really pregnant?

Noticing that his eyes were looking over, Xue Ming explained: "I couldn't give birth. I was fine that day. You just took off your clothes. I'm a gentleman and I didn't do anything."

The credibility of this statement is not high, Song Pingan actually really wanted him to give birth to a child, so that his mother would have an explanation.

Now Xue Ming didn't intend to hide it from him, and said: "I live in the last days, and I snatched Xue Jiming's body. To put it plainly, it is what you call the upper body of a ghost. I signed a contract with him. This body becomes mine, and he dies, do you understand?"

"You..." Song Ping'an was taken aback by what he said. Although everyone believed in ghosts and gods, few of them had actually seen them. He couldn't help but feel the hairs on his body stand on end.

"Yes, I'm not from here, and I'm not Xue Jiming either." He said.

Song Pingan paused for a while before saying, "Go on."

"People in our place face zombies every day. It's like a hell on earth. There is no relationship between people." He said slowly, as if he had experienced those days again.

There is no sky, and all hope of life will be swallowed up. Some people will directly choose to end themselves, while some people want to live, and they are unwilling to die no matter what.

He spoke without any emotion, as if he was telling someone else's story, but Song Ping'an could hear the cold sweat all over his body, and it took him a long time to find his own voice, "Then you...how did you die."

Xue Ming looked at him, leaned over to hug him, and said calmly, "I am a friend. If there were no accidents, we should be together."

Song Ping'an felt a little jealous, but still listened to him continue.

"I trusted him at that time, not the kind of trust in love, but I was used to that kind of existence. I told him the password of the base, and then he betrayed me."

Song Ping'an grabbed the quilt resignedly, "Well, did you come here after that?"

"Come here as soon as I opened my eyes after the violence, it can be regarded as giving me a chance to be reborn, and then you tied me up in a few days." A long story was finished by him calmly like this, without The storyteller's exaggerated expression did not surprise the audience.

Song Pingan could see that he was reluctant to bring up the past, and said, "From now on, you will live here, and no one will betray you."

I will never betray you.

Xue Ming nodded, put his hands on his waist, and said: "At that time, our people were always infected, and then I discovered a secret, that is, men can also have children."

"Men and men? Not men and brothers?" Song Pingan was a little puzzled.

"Yes." Xue Ming held his hand, wrapped him in his arms, and looked down at the ring on his finger, "That thing is for giving birth."

Song Ping'an's ears were a little hot, and he looked down at the thing he was holding in his palm to play with, and found it was his own fingers, and said, "You, are you letting me have a baby?"

"That's what it means." Xue Ming originally wanted to hide it from him, and told him when the child's matter became clear, but now it was a last resort.

But now there is no other way, Song Ping'an turned his head and puffed up his eyes, as if he couldn't accept his proposal.

Xue Ming said hastily: "This won't be born from the stomach, that is, you will have all the pregnancy reactions...we use supernatural birth."

"I don't need a stomach to give birth, can it be born out of thin air?" Song Pingan said angrily, children don't need a stomach to give birth, so how can they be born? Although he has never studied or given birth before, he still understands the basic principles.

Xue Ming: "You don't have to worry about this, because I haven't researched self-introduction yet, so I can only suffer for you now."

As soon as he said that, he touched his stomach with his hand, and said: "You have eaten so much here, it must be a good harvest!"

Song Pingan slapped his hand off and said, "Didn't you say you don't need to give birth?"

"You don't need to give birth to your stomach." Xue Ming kissed his ear, thinking that he might not be able to bear the toss he had been on the boat just now, and said, "I'll let you take a bath, how about you sleeping for a while after eating?"

Song Pingan hummed, then thought of Du Zirong just now, and said, "What are you going to do with that Du Zirong?"

This person is annoying. If it wasn't for him, Xue Ming wouldn't have jumped off the boat directly, saying: "Break into a private house and send it to the government, these will cut off his official career, enough for him to regret it."

"Will it affect your business?"

Xue Ming: "What good influence does this have? There are many people who work with me, and there is no shortage of him."

Zhang Shuwen also came back this time, his eyes were red as if he had been crying. Hearing someone talking in the room, he put his ear to the door and listened. Is there any discomfort in your body?"

Xue Ming was about to tell him to do whatever he was supposed to do, but Song Ping'an pinched him and said, "He's fine, go down and get busy."

"Go down and get something to eat."

Zhang Shuwen responded again and again, and there was no firecrackers left.

Song Ping'an said again: "Go and get some medicine for burning."

"Okay, I'll go right away, Ma'am, you should rest quickly, the businessman downstairs is watching, don't worry." After finishing speaking, he ran downstairs in a hurry.