I Woke up and Was Pregnant

On the contrary, Jiang Hengshu grabbed Fu Zhen's hand on his shoulder and pulled it in his direction. Fu Zhen leaned forward and sat on Jiang Hengshu's lap.

Jiang Hengshu's two arms were wrapped around Fu Zhen's waist, locking him in his arms.

Fu Zhen's face flushed immediately, until his neck was red, like a cooked shrimp, he moved his body a little nervously.

Jiang Hengshu whispered: "Let me hold it for a while."

Fu Zhen's movements stopped immediately. His back was close to Jiang Hengshu's chest, as if he could hear the beating of the heart in Jiang Hengshu's chest, Jiang Hengshu's large palms covered the back of Fu Zhen's hands. His breath fell on Fu Zhen's neck.

They were silent with each other, Fu Zhen's heartbeat was fierce, and he wanted to speak several times, and felt that such a quietness was very good. It was also a lucky thing to grow old with Jiang Hengshu as he is now.

Soon Fu Zhen noticed something different behind him. His face turned red. He twisted his upper body to break free, and he wanted to get closer. His two hands were still hanging on Jiang Hengshu’s neck. Buried his head in Xiang Jiang Hengshu's chest, he asked in a dull voice, "Do you want me to help you?"

"No." Jiang Hengshu's voice was a bit more magnetic and **** than usual, and Fu Zhen's two hands were tied tighter.

The sound of their breathing blended together, and for a time it was overshadowed by the gust of wind roaring outside the house.

I don’t know how long it took, and the two of them calmed down. Fu Zhen’s cell phone rang. It should be the author of the manuscript that sent him a message. Fu Zhen lifted his head from Jiang Hengshu’s chest and glanced at the bed. Phone, but I don’t want to leave Jiang Hengshu’s embrace.

"Is there anything going on in a while?" Jiang Hengshu asked softly.

Fu Zhen said, "I still need to draw pictures."

"Okay, wait for me." Jiang Hengshu let go, and Fu Zhen stood up from his lap and looked down at him.

Jiang Hengshu got up and left Fu Zhen’s room, but soon he returned. He held a foreign language book in one hand and the computer that Fu Zhen gave him back in the other hand. He was in Fu Zhen. Sit down by the bed and put the computer in front of Fu Zhen: "Use mine."

Just as Fu Zhen was about to open his mouth, Jiang Hengshu said, "Don't say thank you."

So Fu Zhen swallowed his words back, took Jiang Hengshu's computer, connected the hand-painted board, and then picked up another sketchbook under the pillow, and sat on the bedside to start sketching.

Jiang Hengshu was sitting by the bed, and the room became quiet again. Outside the house was the sound of tenants playing mahjong. The crisp sound of mahjong collision, coupled with the sound of Jiang Hengshu turning the pages of the book, did not feel noisy.

Fu Zhen had no way to calm down. He put down the paintbrush in his hand and stared at Jiang Hengshu for a while. Jiang Hengshu probably noticed his gaze and raised his head from the book, "Huh?"

Fu Zhen thought for a while, put down his hand, and climbed from the bedside to Jiang Hengshu's side. Jiang Hengshu tilted his head and looked at him. A smile flashed across his blue eyes. Fu was really an Eve seduced by a poisonous snake. He couldn't help it. He raised his neck and opened his lips slightly, as if he wanted to ask for a kiss.

Jiang Hengshu put down the book in his hand and chuckled lightly. Fu Zhen felt a little warm in his ears. Then Jiang Hengshu lowered his head and printed his lips on Fu Zhen's lips and deepened the kiss a little bit.

After a while, Fu Zhen was out of breath. Jiang Hengshu released his hand. Fu Zhen lay on the bed, still looking up at Jiang Hengshu, like a little beast returning from hunting. His eyes were moist and his eyelashes fluttered. Yes, there is a layer of water on the lips.

Jiang Hengshu's hand crossed Fu Zhen's face and stopped at the corner of his lips. He suddenly thought of something, got up and walked two steps toward the bed, grabbing Fu Zhen's leg.

"Don't..." Fu Zhen didn't expect this moment to come so fast, his heart would jump out of his chest, he made extremely small and extremely fine syllables, trying to prevent Jiang Hengshu from taking the action, but he did not move. .

"Let me look at your legs." Jiang Hengshu's voice was hoarse and low, which didn't sound very credible.

But in fact, after taking Fu Zhen's pants down to his ankle, Jiang Hengshu really only looked at Fu Zhen's left leg.

It has been more than two years since Fu Zhen was injured. Now, apart from the ugly scar, nothing can be seen. It's just that his two legs look weaker and paler than normal, and the skin is blue. The blood vessels are clearly visible.

Fu Zhen thought of underneath himself. Even if Jiang Hengshu couldn't see him now, he still felt a little ashamed. He wanted to bring his legs together, but found that he didn't have any strength all over.

Jiang Hengshu put Fu Zhen's trousers back on. He didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. He only mentioned that his thigh was raised a little bit and stopped.

He got up from the bed, tidyed up some of his messy clothes, and looked down at Fu Zhen lying on the bed. Fu Zhen's breathing had not been adjusted, his chest was up and down, his eyes were blurred, and his cheeks were flushed.

"Go to bed early." Jiang Hengshu retracted his gaze, bent down and kissed Fu Zhen on the forehead, "Good night."

"good night."

After Jiang Hengshu left, after a while, Fu Zhencai sat up from the bed. He still had a sense of unreality in his dream about what happened just now. He looked at his pants, his face flushed again. Up.

Now he and Jiang Hengshu are really together. Jiang Hengshu doesn't remember everything that happened that night, so he doesn't know that his body is actually different from normal people.

Fu Zhen pursed his lips, he should find a chance to tell Jiang Hengshu clearly, if...if Jiang Hengshu can't accept him like this...

Fu Zhen didn't want to think about the result. He sighed, fell back on the bed, and pulled the quilt up, hiding his face under the quilt.

He thought of that absurd night.

...

Early the next morning, Fu Zhen received a message saying that his express had arrived. When Fu Zhen left, he glanced at Jiang Hengshu's room. The door was closed tightly, not knowing if he was inside.

When he came back from the outside, he saw Jiang Hengshu coming down the stairs carrying a bag. He saw Empress Fu Zhen, walked up to him, raised his hand and touched Fu Zhen’s head, and told him Say: "I'll go out and be back in the afternoon."

Fu Zhen hummed, turned around and watched Jiang Hengshu's figure gradually disappear from his line of sight.

At less than two or three o’clock in the afternoon, Jiang Hengshu came back from the outside with a black suitcase in his hand. After returning to the room, he threw the suitcase in the corner. The quality of the suitcase was probably not very good. , Was directly cracked by his fall, revealing stacks of banknotes inside, Jiang Hengshu walked over and kicked the box under the bed blankly.

When he came to Fu Zhen, Fu Zhen was drawing. He sat down next to Fu Zhen and said to him, "You can paint first."

This sketch was about to be completed, Fu Zhen responded, and the pen in his hand did not stop. Jiang Hengshu watched him silently from the side, he liked the appearance of Fu Zhen when he was working seriously.

About half an hour later, Fu Zhen put down his pen, and after looking at Jiang Hengshu, he turned around and took out a small black box from the drawer of the bedside table and held it in front of Jiang Hengshu. His eyes were shining. , Said to Jiang Hengshu: "This is what I wanted to buy for you before Christmas."

Jiang Hengshu did not expect that Fu Zhen would buy a present for himself. He took the box and opened it in front of Fu Zhen. Inside was a white tie with dark silver stripes. The workmanship was very meticulous.

Fu Zhen doesn't have much income, and the price of this tie should be a big expense for him.

Fu Zhen was afraid that Jiang Hengshu would not like it, and knew that Jiang Hengshu’s background was much better than he had imagined before. He said to Jiang Hengshu with some shame: “I wanted to buy you a pair of leather shoes, but I didn’t know your shoes. Code, so after thinking about it, I bought this."

Jiang Hengshu gave a hmm and sent the tie to Fu Zhen's hands. Fu Zhen's pupils shrank. He thought that Jiang Hengshu didn't want such a gift. Then he heard Jiang Hengshu say to himself: "Help I fasten it."

Fu Zhen looked up at him. Jiang Hengshu's expression was serious, and he couldn't help but remind Fu Zhen of his high school head teacher, but his head teacher did not have that much hair, and he was not as good-looking as Jiang Hengshu.

The suit Jiang Hengshu wore today was not suitable for tie, but Fu Zhen would not reject Jiang Hengshu. He took the tie out of the box, measured it on Jiang Hengshu’s chest, and then wrapped it around. Over his neck.

Fu Zhen hasn't worn a tie for a long time. The last time he wore a tie was estimated to be three years ago. Now his technique is a bit rusty. After he is fastened it is crooked and crooked. Fu Zhen lowered his head, and Jiang Hengshu's breath passed over his head.

Fu Zhen took a step back, looked at Jiang Hengshu from head to toe, and scratched his head. This tie was not in harmony with the suit on Jiang Hengshu at night. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "Don't tie it. ."

Jiang Hengshu gave a hum, and Fu Zhen used a little effort when pulling the tie. Jiang Hengshu's head lowered and kissed Fu Zhen's lips.

Like animals in heat, they want to integrate each other into their bodies every moment, exchanging salivation with each other. When they are separated, the tie that was originally on Jiang Hengshu’s neck, I don’t know what method is used. Ran to Fu Zhen's shoulder.

Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and rubbed his fingertips on Fu Zhen's lips. He turned his head and glanced at the sky outside. He said to Fu Zhen, "We should go now. Let's change our clothes."

Fu Zhen hummed, sticking out his tongue and licking on his fingers.

Jiang Hengshu's eyes dimmed, but he didn't do anything any more, and he pinched Fu Zhen's face gently: "I'm waiting for you outside."

Jiang Hengshu stopped outside Fu Zhen's gate. A tenant passing by saw him and was very curious. He came over and asked him: "When has your relationship with this **** become so good?"

"It has been very good." Jiang Hengshu said.

Not long after, Fu Zhen opened the door and walked out of the room. He was wearing a white hoodie and matching black leggings. His hair was neatly combed, and his face seemed to be painted a little. His face looked like A lot rosier than usual.

In a trance, there was something like the young master of the Fu family back then.

Jiang Hengshu frowned. He said to Fu Zhen, "wear more."

Fu Zhen didn't move. Today I want to meet Jiang Hengshu's friends. Most of the winter clothes he buys are mainly for keeping warm, and there is no style. He hopes to give Jiang Hengshu's friends a better impression.

Jiang Hengshu had a kind of Sapo who didn't want to go to school in the face of his little niece, but Fu Zhen wouldn't be Sapo, he would only look at him with **** eyes and protest silently.

He took Fu Zhen into his room, opened the closet, picked and picked for a while, found a black woolen coat from it, and handed it to Fu Zhen: "Put it on."

This coat was bought by Jiang Hengshu in the fall today, and I didn't wear it much. Fortunately, Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu are not too different in size, and they look good when worn outside.