"What can I do when I go to bed?"

He Zheng said this coldly, then turned off the light and lay on the bed with his back facing the Buddhist prison.

Fan Zhuo was inexplicably aggravated and kicked He Zheng’s back, “Why are you going to catch me back? Are you going to be a decoration?”

He Zheng did not respond and closed his eyes to sleep.

He will not take the initiative to touch the Brahma Prison unless the Brahma Prison asks him.

He Zhenghui was angry, but because Fan Zhuo disappeared without saying a word, and he disappeared for a year.

Suddenly, He Zheng's cell phone rang, and then he quickly ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

He Zheng touched the phone on the bedside table and clicked to see that it was all consumer orders, which was owed by Fan Zhuo.

He Zheng frowned. He roughly calculated that there were more than 10 million.

Fan Zhuo, who was sitting behind He Zheng, immediately lay down to cover the quilt when he heard this sound, and felt guilty.

He Zheng's brows became tighter and tighter. Because another consumption order came, Fan Yu bought a new car for several million, all of which were closed. Today, the merchant sent the order to him to settle the order at the end of the month.

Damn it, there is no sound, is it the tranquility before the storm?

The Fan Zhuo who was hiding under the quilt was so nervous that he was afraid that He Zheng would get angry.

No, his jewelry business is nothing more than tens of millions! He can earn back a necklace.

Fan Zhu muttered, but he was actually guilty.

He thought He Zhenghui was angry, but He Zheng did not. He just calmly settled the orders and put his phone back on the bedside table.

When Fan Zhuo heard the sound of playing his cell phone, he was stunned. Then he turned around and kicked He Zheng, "Don't you ask me what I've been doing this year?"

"sleep."

He Zheng was stern in tone.

Fan Zhuo was unhappy again and kicked He Zheng hard to kick He Zheng off the bed.

He Zheng frowned again, turned over to He Zheng, grabbed his foot and pressed it in his arms.

"What, I can't kick you yet?" ωωw..net

Fan Zhuo growled, trying to pull his feet back, but was grabbed by He Zheng.

"What the hell do you want to do! Let it go!"

Fan Zhuo yelled again, but He Zheng suddenly stood up and pressed him down, pressing his arms over both sides of his body, and his face was obviously angry.

Fan Zhuo was immediately shocked and scolded irritably, "He Zheng, you are a traitor, what do you want to do!"

"Let you sleep, what do you move?"

He Zheng questioned, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, but his brows frowned into the character Sichuan.

"Do you care?"

Fan Zhuo roared angrily and wanted to kick He Zheng, but when he looked up, he looked scared and he was afraid to move.

Oh, damn it! Why am I afraid of him? At worst, it’s just a back pain for a while. Who is afraid of whom?

Fan Zhuo was annoyed, but he didn't dare to resist. He could only look at He Zheng who was leaning over and question him, "Why can you play the missing person and my fucking can't do it?"

"Can I work the same?" He Zheng's voice was serious.

"What a nonsense job, don't think I don't know you're looking for a child. You fucking steal food and even made a son come for me. You can do it."

The more you think about the Brahmasa, the more angry he became, the kind who wanted to kick He Zheng to death was furious.

"Who told you I'm looking for a child?"

He Zheng's brows were instantly turned off, and a hint of cold light was added.

Fan Zhuo immediately panicked because he overheard the conversation between He Zheng and Bodyguard 49 more than a year ago, and then he learned about it.

"You... don't care how I know, anyway." Fan Zhuo shouted with insufficient confidence.

He Zheng frowned again, "It's because of this, are you missing?"

"What does it mean that your son has made it for me? You said this kind of thing lightly. Are you still human?"

Damn, I have been with him for seven years, and I can make a fuss when I get married for seven years.

Fan Zhuo was very irritable and kicked He Zheng, who was angrily on his head, cursing, "You made me bend me back then. What the hell is you going to let go now?"

"No matter who lets go,"

"you."

"Did I say my son belongs to me?"

"Who the hell belongs to?"

Fan Zhuo didn't believe it, and his voice became louder and louder, making his chest so angry that he was so angry that his chest was fluctuating violently.

He Zheng let go of Fan Zhuo’s arm, and his voice was dull when he lay back, "My sister's son."

"You are lying! How come your sister has a son before she gets married?"

Thinking that He Zheng was lying to someone, Fan Zhuo sat up and picked up the pillow beside him and beat He Zheng wildly.

He Zheng raised his hand to catch the pillow, calmly but without perfunctory answer to Fan Zhuo, "What you see now is my third sister, the eldest sister ran away, the second sister." He Zheng suddenly paused for a while before he was quiet.

He said, "I died nineteen years ago."

After hearing this, Fan Zhuo was stunned. He always thought that He Zheng had only one sister.

"So, the child is really not yours?" Fan Yu asked blankly.

"Tell me that I am now thirty-five, who did a little kid give birth to a child nineteen years ago?" He Zheng looked at Fan Zhuo coldly.

Fan Zhuo was embarrassed and scratched his head and muttered, "Who the hell knows how old that child is!"

"If you don't ask anything, why are you running away?" He Zheng's eyes turned off again.

"I...I..."

I had a brief moment in the Fan Zhuo, but I couldn't answer because he was just jealous, but he didn't want He Zheng to know.

"Okay, my fault."

Fan Zhuo apologized honestly, then sat on He Zheng carelessly and looked down at him.

He Zheng didn't say anything, nor did he get angry, but just looked at the Fan Zhuo above him calmly.

"Can you still be so calm if you haven't touched me for a year?" Fan Zhuo scolded again.

He Zheng was still expressionless when he heard this, "I still knew that I had been running for a year."

"I'm not a fool, but I can't count it. If you want me to run, you fucking make me have a big belly. Do you see if I have the energy to run?" Fan Zhu muttered.

Hearing this, He Zheng's mouth finally had a curve, although it was so shallow that it could not be seen.

He pinched Fan Zhu's thighs and then slowly curled his lips, "If you can get pregnant, I will let you go if there are not twenty?"

"That's because you have no credit"

There was no way to go, He Zheng turned over, and Fan Zhuo was blocked and his breath was taken away.

Mom's movements are very fast.
Chapter completed!