"If it really doesn't work, go to the hospital and there is no hurry to enter the palace."

The 49 who drove the car was not serious about watching the fun. He gave He Zheng a conscientious suggestion, but he almost said that your wife was sick and it would be better to take him to see her brain first.

He Zheng sighed when he held his forehead and raised his head. Fan Zhuo’s brain circuit could surprise him every time.

"Why are you going to the hospital? Who is injured?"

The fool Fanzhuo asked the driver 49 seriously, but he didn't react at all. 49 was scolding him.

"Have an otology department by the way."

49 Once again, I kindly reminded He Zheng.

He Zheng clenched his eyebrows and said nothing. He now seriously suspected that Fan Zhu was not Fan Xiao's younger brother, so he must have picked it up.

But when I think of Fan Chengyu's love mind, I feel that Fan Chengyu and Fan Zhu were picked up by him, and they were not born to the same mother as Fan Xiao.

"What the hell are you sighing!"

The Brahma Prison scolded He Zheng, who was holding his forehead, was inexplicably furious.

"fine."

He Zheng didn't explain what was going on, and explained that Fan Zhuo had to be anxious about him.

"Damn it, there's something going on."

Fan Zhuo was really angry, so he stood up and turned to He Zheng to sit on his thigh, frowned and looked at He Zheng.

It is useless to reason with the Brahmasaki, so He Zheng lowered his head and blocked Brahmasaki's lips, swallowing his anger into his stomach.

The Fanzhu was still a little angry at the beginning, but he was confused by his kisses and lost his ability to think.

Haman's face in the passenger seat was slightly red, but he didn't say anything and ate the lollipop in his mouth seriously.

The 49, who was driving, looked disgusted and immediately raised the baffle to turn on the music, separating the sound in the back seat.

Haman breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't mind listening to that sound, he was still a little uncomfortable.

"Don't pay attention to them."

49 Say to Haman.

Haman nodded obediently, ignoring the intimacy in the back seat, and he couldn't hear or see it now.

49 smiled and reached out to rub Haman's head to reward him. When he retracted his hand, he subconsciously touched his pocket. He thought that he could not drive but endured it.

Haman noticed 49's little move and instantly realized that 49's smoking addiction was a crime.

He took out the lollipop in his mouth and handed it to 49, "Do you want to eat this first?"

49 was stunned. After a while, he realized that his little movement was seen by Haman. The corner of his mouth slowly smiled. He turned his head and ate the lollipop in Haman's hand to bite it, temporarily suppressing his cigarette addiction.

"Do you still have sugar?"

Harman asked worriedly, fearing that 49 would like to smoke again and drive again, and it would be dangerous.

"If I didn't get out of the car, I'll buy it."

"Need not."

49 Pleasing Haman.

Harman was still a little worried and kept watching 49.

At this time, I happened to pass another intersection and I had to wait for the traffic light again.

49 wanted to take a few puffs of cigarettes at this time, but suddenly stopped holding the cigarette and looked at Haman.

Harman blinked in confusion and looked straight at 49.

49 smiled and didn't say anything, unbuttoned his seat belt and leaned towards Haman.

Haman was stunned for a moment, was he going to kiss me?

Haman looked unconflicted, but was just confused. After all, there were other cars in the car now, with the windows open next to it.

While Harman was stunned, 49's kiss had fallen on his lips.

Haman was worried that the person outside wanted to push the 49 open when he saw it, but the car window rose at this time, blocking the view of the people outside.

Haman no longer refused 49 and took the initiative to approach 49 so that he could kiss.

49 was very satisfied and kissed Haman for a while before letting go.

Haman gasped slightly, and his eyes were red and looked at 49.

49 raised his hand to wipe away the wetness of Haman's mouth, lowered his head and kissed Haman again.

Haman gave a kiss well and asked 49 with a bit of breathing messyness, "Is it better now?"

He asked about smoking addiction, and 49 heard it and kissed Haman again, "It's much better."

"That's good."

Haman was relieved, at least he couldn't let the 49 smoke while driving, and he was happy that he could help.

49 Looking at Haman who was so soft and obedient in front of him, he was distracted and wanted to kiss him hard again, but the situation did not allow it.

He simply kissed Haman, sat down and tied his seat belt to continue driving.

Haman also sat back in the passenger seat, holding the seat belt in front of him with both hands, looking at the road ahead. The beautiful shallow golden eyes stared seriously, just like he was afraid that someone would suddenly rush out of the road.

At this time, he was kissed by He Zheng, and he was already fainted by He Zheng's kiss. He was kneeling in He Zheng's arms and breathing heavily, and he was soft-hearted.

He Zheng touched the head of Fan Zhuo, sat quietly and asked Fan Zhuo to lie in his arms to adjust his breathing, and from time to time he lowered his head and kissed Fan Zhuo's hair.

The Fan Prison had long lost its anger at the beginning, and buried his head in He Zheng's neck and bit He Zheng's neck.

He Zheng did not stop him, and anyway, Fan Zhu did not use any effort.

"The sun is coming out from the west, and you actually take time to accompany me first."

Fan Zhuo, who had adjusted his breathing, sat up straight from He Zheng's legs, grabbed He Zheng's neckline with both hands and raised his eyebrows.

He Zheng felt a little guilty when he heard this. Don’t look at the fact that the Fan Zhuo was always silent. In fact, he was lonely than anyone else. He always liked to make trouble because of his loneliness.

"I'll take time to accompany you from now on."

He Zheng raised his hand and gently stroked Fan Zhuo's face, with apology in his eyes.

No matter how bad the Fan Zhuo was, Ma Daha could see it, and let go of the collar of He Zheng, and the noise just now disappeared.

He quietly looked at He Zheng, and after a long time, he asked He Zheng with discomfort, "Is it because I always spend money randomly that you are trying hard to make money?"

"If you are always busy with this matter, I won't need it anymore, and I won't buy food and clothing anymore. So, can you, don't be so busy?"

When Fan Zhu said these words, he was obviously begging. He was really lonely. He Zheng was inseparable from him, but he was busy with work and couldn't help with anything. Every day he could only sit like a fool and watch He Zheng work. He had no common topics and didn't know how to share the pressure on He Zheng. Unconsciously, he felt that he was just a waste and was not worthy of He Zheng.

"I always drag you down. You can obviously find someone who is more suitable to be your wife."

Fan Zhuo lowered his head and wiped his tears. This was the first time he cried in front of He Zheng. It was really lonely and useless.

He looked up at He Zheng with red eyes, his voice a little hoarse, "I'll go out to make money, I can support myself."

So can you spend more time with me?

Fan Zhuo didn't dare to say this. What should He Zheng do if he showed an impatient face? He could not give him anything except to He Zheng.

He Zheng didn't know that the pressure on the Brahma Prison was so great. He was so happy every day that he thought that the Brahma Prison was really happy.

He always felt that giving the Fan Zhu a good life is to give him endless money, but now he realized that the Fan Zhu a was not happy to spend it.

"Forget it, you pretend I didn't say it, you're busy with yours."

Fan Zhuo fell from He Zheng's legs, his body approached the car door, and wiped his tears and hugged Xiao Baicai.

“Meow~”

Xiao Baicai raised her head and shouted at Fan Zhuo. When she saw Fan Zhuo crying, she was confused at first, but then she became panicked and kept pressing her claws and staring at Fan Zhuo at a loss, with concern all over her eyes.

"I'm fine."

Fan Yu held back his tears and told Xiao Baicai that he gently touched Xiao Baicai's hair.

Xiao Baicai was confused if he didn't understand what Fan Zhu said. Why did he cry when he looked so happy?
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