The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

Fan Prison kept looking at his stomach, which made He Zheng frown, and his intuition told him that Fan Prison must be thinking something terrible at this moment.

Facts have proved that He Zheng's intuition is correct. The Vatican prison is now thinking about whether to have an operation to conceive a baby or something. He Zheng's genes cannot be wasted. After all, He Zheng is the only son in the He family. If it is a child, the He family really has no descendants.

Fan Prison got up and reached out to the bedside table beside him, unplugged the charging phone and sat back on He Zheng's body, looking down at Du Niang: Can modern technology men have babies?

Fan Prison was looking forward to it, but it failed to load after going around for a long time, and Fan Prison became irritable, "What is breaking the network!"

He Zheng sighed and frowned. He didn't know why, but he felt that the search content of the Vatican Prison must be related to how men give birth to children.

"Two minutes to load, garbage place."

Even if the loading was successful, I didn't escape the scolding from the Brahma Prison, so I checked the search results while scolding.

Seeing his face getting darker and darker, his brows were furrowed, and he scolded, "It's all gone to space, and no one has researched it yet?"

Brahma Prison has a face of what to eat, full of resentment, the kind that gets more and more angry.

"What the hell, did you try it with animals? Humans can try it too? What the hell is your brain flooded?"

Fan Prison exhaled fragrance, and became more and more irritable, the kind who wanted to smash the phone.

He Zheng, who had been listening all the time, was 100% sure that the search in the Brahma Prison was about the baby.

Although this wife's brain circuit is a little strange, but at least he is willing to give birth, and even searched for related content.

The corners of He Zheng's mouth curled up a bit, and he put his big hand on Fan Prison's waist, stroking his fingertips and smiling as he looked at Fan Prison on his body.

Fan Prison was still looking at the phone seriously, but didn't notice that He Zheng was looking at him and smiling.

"Damn, not a single useful message."

Fan Prison got angry, threw the phone directly on the bedside table, bowed his head and kissed He Zheng who was under him, and smiled ecstatically, he was happy to see He Zheng's face.

The corners of He Zheng's mouth curved slightly, and he raised his hand to caress the lips of the Upper Brahma Prison.

The Vatican prison didn't take He Zheng's hand, but grabbed He Zheng's big hand and put it on his stomach, and asked He Zheng with raised eyebrows, "If I can give birth, do you want it?"

The corners of He Zheng's mouth widened, "I'll let you hold each other for three years, do you think I want it?"

The Vatican Prison just wanted to tease He Zheng, but he didn't expect He Zhenghui to say such a good-for-nothing and was teased, and his face turned a little red.

"If you can give birth, do you think you can run in the past seven years?"

He Zheng said that if you don't let you get pregnant every year, I am not He Zheng.

How could the Vatican Prison not be able to hear it? The person sitting on He Zheng looked down at He Zheng, and said arrogantly and provocatively, "I'm pregnant with you! Don't just talk and do nothing."

"If you can conceive, you dare to say such things to me?"

He Zheng took his time and raised his eyebrows to ask about the Vatican Prison.

Fan Prison has shut up, if he can really cherish He Zheng and not torment him to death, he will really let him hug him for three years.

"Then do you like children?"

Fan Prison asked this suddenly, and kept pressing He Zheng's big hand on his stomach.

"If you can give birth to me, you will naturally like it, but if you can't give birth to me, you will naturally have no interest."

The Brahma Prison has been teased again, is this inappropriate love talk?

Fuck, so handsome and so good at speaking, it's not safe to put it outside.

The Vatican Prison began to worry again, worried that the wild men outside would take a fancy to He Zheng.

He Zheng is so rich and good-looking, the most important thing is that he is still the head of the He family, not to mention women, high-quality men are all posted up.

Fan Prison's face turned dark, and he scolded He Zheng, "Why are you so handsome! You're handsome and you have such a good figure, and you're so rich if you have a good figure."

The more the Vatican Prison talked, the more it felt unsafe. As long as the people outside were not blind, it was impossible for them to let a big fish like He Zheng go.

He frowned, and raised He Zheng's neckline angrily, "Do people often throw arms at you?"

"Are you worried?"

He Zheng touched Fan Prison's belly, looked at Fan Prison on his body and asked with a slight smile.

"Who the hell can rest assured, you don't even look at how handsome your face is."

As he was talking, Fan Prison became angry, grabbed He Zheng's collar tightly, showing a very displeased face, and had the urge to scratch He Zheng's face off.

He Zheng noticed it, reached out and smashed the vase on the bedside table, picked up a sharp shard of glass and generously handed it to the Vatican Prison.

"Are you the roundworm in my stomach?"

Fan Prison was speechless, and also took the shards of glass, but just threw them back without really scratching.

The cat, which was sleeping comfortably, opened its eyes in a daze when it heard a whoosh and a gust of wind flew by.

"Meow!!!"

The cat jumped up and screamed in horror, and its hair exploded, and the glass shards stuck to its body and stuck firmly on the suitcase.

Its heart was beating wildly, its eyes were wide open, and its front paws patted its chest.

Who the hell is this, who, murder!

The cat looked around angrily, and finally saw the Vatican prison on He Zheng's lap, and was looking at it with the corners of its mouth twitching, as if he was frightened himself.

Ahhhhhhh, it's this damn shit-shoveling officer again.

The cat was so angry that its hair stood on end, as if it wanted to kill the Brahma Prison.

Fan Prison hastily opened the drawer of the bedside table, tore open a package of dried fish, and threw it at the cat.

The cat's eyes lit up instantly, and it jumped up and took the dried fish and cooked it immediately. What kind of revenge is there, does the dried fish smell good?

"What a fool."

Fan Prison sighed so loudly.

He Zheng, who was left out in the cold, frowned slightly, and in the next second pulled off the Vatican, clasped the back of the Vatican's head with his big hand, and blocked the Vatican's lips.