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

Ch 54

Like a cat that scratches people and quickly pretends to be good.

Fang Tianzhuo didn't move, but He Zheng knew that he was looking at himself. There is nothing to see, that is, I bit you, and this is the price you paid for squeezing me as a stinky emperor.

Arriving at Leiguang Temple, the sky was dazed by the light rain again. He Zheng was carried off the car, looked up at the small stairs going up the mountain, lifted the skirt, and walked awkwardly.

It is undeniable that skirts are not as convenient as long gowns. If it weren't for pregnancy, He Zheng would never wear such complicated and procrastinating clothes in his life.

I don't know if it was because he was afraid of falling, or because he felt that he was crawling slowly, or both, Fang Tianzhuo suddenly picked him up after walking up a few steps, and He Zheng immediately kicked: "What are you doing? You must walk up this road yourself, in order to express your sincerity to the Buddha, and to truly achieve what you want.”

"It seems that the rain is going to be heavy, so we have to go up as soon as possible." Fang Tianzhuo said: "I am sincere to go up on your behalf."

He took a step forward, but He Zheng insisted: "Today is a torrential rain, thunderstorm, I have to walk up by myself, I don't care about you!"

Fang Tianzhuo looked at him coldly, He Zheng held his neck and picked up his arrogance, Fang Tianzhuo gently put him down: "As you wish."

He took the lead.

He Zheng stood firm, looked up at the sky, it was rare to come out to play once, but don't be too big, he lowered his head, looked at his stomach and raised his feet——

pat.

A huge raindrop fell in the middle of his head, and the weight told He Zheng that God would never conform to his thoughts.

Pa-ta, pa-ta, the stairs in front of He Zheng also began to drop big raindrops, and pieces of irregular shapes splashed on the stairs, and a rumble of thunder rolled through the air.

He Zheng speeded up, glanced at the long stairs, and immediately called Fang Tianzhuo: "Your Majesty... Xianggong!"

In fact, Fang Tianzhuo didn't really leave him behind, otherwise how could he be only a few steps away from He Zheng with his feet.

He turned his head, He Zheng raised his hand to cover his head, his eyes were black, and he said, "It's really big..."

Fang Tianzhuo: "Oh?"

"Me, if I get sick with stranguria, it's not very easy to treat..." What if one corpse and two lives?

While talking, the raindrops began to crackle, Fang Tianzhuo reached out his hand indifferently, picked him up, and went up the mountain with Qinggong.

He Zheng landed in front of the Buddha statue, except that the corners of his clothes were a little wet, but he didn't get too wet. Fang Tianzhuo shook his sleeves, glanced at the torrential rain that soon turned into a pouring rain, and said, "When the rain stops, I will come again. Carry the Zhenger to the foot of the mountain and express your sincerity."

He Zheng knew that he was trying to hide himself, so he muttered childishly in a mosquito humming voice, but said rudely, "Did I just let you hold me? Why don't I remember?"

Fang Tianzhuo came over to hug him without saying a word, and said coldly, "I will send you down now."

He Zheng immediately turned around and wanted to run, Fang Tianzhuo's eyes flashed with worry, and he grabbed him back, He Zheng pushed him to confess: "Xiang Gong, you have a lot of adults, don't have the same knowledge as me, such a heavy rain, baby get sick."