The Man Who Married a Tyrant [Book Wearing][MTL]

Ch 42

Fang Tianzhuo frowned: "Game?"

He Zheng stared: "How do you know?"

"Somewhat similar to chess, but must be more interesting than chess, right?"

He Zheng nodded subconsciously and wanted to say more, then gave up and said, "Your Majesty, rest, I'll go back first."

Fang Tianzhuo refused to let go: "Let's stay tonight."

"You are still injured, and I don't sleep honestly, for fear of running into you."

"Then Zhenger is more honest."

He Zheng was gloomy: "The little prince said no."

Fang Tianzhuo said, "Why not?"

How did this guy become so clingy? He Zheng said angrily, "You are the wounded, I'm still pregnant, it's not easy to accommodate each other, it's better to sleep on each other."

Fang Tianzhuo was a little unhappy again: "Zheng'er is still angry with me."

He Zheng ignored him.

"Don't be angry, I order you."

He Zheng insisted: "The little prince said no."

"You..." Fang Tianzhuo pinched his face.

He Zheng shrank his head and glared at him: "The little prince said, you beat him, why do you lose your temper with me!"

He pushed Fang Tianzhuo away and jumped out, saying, "The little prince is going to run away, goodbye Your Majesty."

He ran out, all the way back to the yard, closed the door, undressed and went to bed.

Fang Tianzhuo, He Zheng sighed, he began to feel exhausted from the bottom of his heart. Fang Tianzhuo liked him and cared about him. It was originally a good thing. He could use all this to live a better life, but today's events made him feel a burden.

Because Fang Tianzhuo is asking himself to give the same response, if he is not satisfied with the content of the response, will he become angry?

He Zheng had a lingering qi in his chest, he sat up and took a breath, got up and opened the window to look up at the moon.

In the past, he never knew what it meant to be sad in spring and sad in autumn. In his world, there was no separation of life and death, no fear, no walking on thin ice, as long as he lived every day and lived happily.

His parents never put him under pressure, even in the college entrance examination, they never demanded too much. He is seven years younger than his brother. Even if someone says that he is not as good as his brother, his parents will comfort him when they come back: they envy you as long as you live happily and cause you trouble.

It seems that he is not born with responsibility, and does not need to bear the pressure. He really only needs to eat and wait for death every day.

The night wind was slightly cool, and He Zheng lay down for a while, feeling more and more uncomfortable.

He kicked the wall, kicked again, and it hurt so bad that he limped back to the bed.

He Zheng touched his stomach and suddenly raised his hand to hit, but he was afraid of the pain, so he only dared to gently.

He Zheng felt that he couldn't see his future. He couldn't imagine what it would be like, and he didn't even want to imagine it.

The next day, they set off for Beijing.

He Zheng got off the car at the pier, was led by Fang Tianzhuo onto the boat, went back to the room, took off the gauze hat, and sat quietly by the window watching the water in a daze.