According to the doctor's request, Chu Zheng bought some liquid porridge and came back.

"I told you that I'm fine." Feng Wang got better, and was a little energetic at this time: "You bring me to the hospital, and someone will write about me going to the hospital for plastic surgery tomorrow."

Chu Zheng said: "This is the People's Hospital."

"Ha, I just went to a gynecological hospital, and they might say I had a pregnancy and an abortion."

Chu Zheng glanced at his stomach: "Will you still get pregnant?"

"Of course not!" The man glared at Chu Zheng: "I am a man, with the handle!"

Feng Wang has a beautiful face in the ages. He can just smile at him and make people do anything for him.

Such people can't even use blackening.

Invincible beauty!

Unfortunately... he has a financial backer.

When Chu Zheng thought of this, her eyes became colder, as if a layer of frost was condensed.

She put the porridge next to her, and she had no intention of serving Feng Wang to eat it.

Feng Wang didn't expect her to take it out by herself, and drank it in a few whimpers.

He drank a little anxiously and felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. He collapsed on the bed and rubbed it lightly for a few times.

"Little junior sister, don't think that I will like you like this. I will tell you, it's impossible." After drinking the porridge, Feng Wang gave a warning.

Yes.

It's a warning.

Good guys are so narcissistic?

Do you want to have a good face?
Chapter completed!