The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 237

On this day, Mr. King hugged the little guy, patted him on the back, rocked him, put him to sleep, and put him down gently.After putting it down, he bowed his head and stared at his brows and eyes carefully.

In fact, the child's eyes look like Han Zhu's, but his nose and mouth are very similar to his own.

Mr. Wang looked at the child, and a strange feeling gradually appeared in his heart.

After a long time, he sighed softly, walked out of the room, and just hugged Han Zhu in the corridor.

Under the gentle porch light, his tall and strong figure hugged her tightly: "Zhu Zhu, I'm sorry, thank you."

Because without her, I originally thought that I would be so lonely for the rest of my life. The miracle of her resurrection was not only her own, but also the one who was destined to stand here alone all his life.

Han Zhu raised his eyes and looked at Mr. King with moist eyes: "Ben, I said, no matter what you look like, I don't care. I don't care if you are gray-haired or not, and I don't care if you can't... ..."

She raised her head and stroked his soft hair: "so, don't say sorry or thank you."

Mr. Wang stared at her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, feeling a little emotional for a moment, then bowed his head and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Zhu Zhu, I love you."

"Ben... I love you too."

Since then, Mr. King and Princess lived a happy life.

Until one day——

Han Zhu: "Dear Ben, I found out that my period this month hasn't come yet."

Mr. King: "Why? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Han Zhu: "But there was nothing wrong with the routine physical examination a month ago."

Mr. Wang immediately put down the computer in his hand.

"A few days late? Why don't you ask a gynecologist to come over and have a look."

Han Zhudan said, "Perhaps we should invite an obstetrician."

Han Zhu can now make a very clear distinction. If you can’t get pregnant, go to a reproductive specialist; if you don’t want to be pregnant, go to a gynecologist;

She has no preference for abortion, so she will definitely give birth if she becomes pregnant.

Obstetrician?

These four words are like a thunderbolt to Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang frowned and looked at Han Zhu fixedly: "I remember that I wear condoms every time."

Han Zhu still said calmly: "Yes."

Mr. Wang frowned: "Could it be that the quality of this condom is not up to standard? I don't know which company produced it. I should have someone investigate and deal with the quality and safety of the condom now."

After speaking, he came to the computer and began to give instructions.

When Han Zhu saw it, he hurriedly said, "Don't."

With his words, I don’t know how many condom brands will suffer for this!
Mr. Wang didn't seem to listen, and started calling the secretary.

Han Zhu had no choice but to step forward and cut off the online video call: "I don't think this is a problem with the quality of condoms."

Mr. King frowned: "Then what do you think is the problem?"

Han Zhu lowered her head, like a child who made a mistake, she smiled and said, "I thought the condom looked uncomfortable, so I poked it with a needle."

Mr. Wang suddenly changed his face: "You mean, something happened because you poked it, doesn't it?"

Now that things have come to an end, Han Zhu suddenly felt that there was nothing to be afraid of if he broke the news, so he nodded and said, "Yes."

Mr. King's face was ashes at this time: "Why? Why did you do this?"

Han Zhu didn't expect him to react so violently. It is said that it has been a year since this incident, and their children can already walk upright. Why hasn't he got rid of the shadow?
No way, Han Zhu had no choice but to step forward, hold his hand, and said: "Ben, as I said, I want a daughter. Now my body is very good, and yours is also very good. Let's try to have a daughter , this is nothing?"

Mr. Wang stared at Han Zhu and remained silent for a while.

In the end, he seemed a little disheartened: "I will ask an obstetrician to take a look. I hope you are not pregnant."

Seeing this, Han Zhu sighed helplessly.

People who don't know, seeing him like this, would think that she cheated on him by cuckolding him.

The next day, the obstetrician personally came to the princess for a physical examination.

But at this moment, Mr. King walked there like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced, looking out the window without saying a word.

Half an hour later, the obstetrician smiled gently: "Congratulations, Mr. and the queen. The queen is indeed pregnant. She is 34 days pregnant."

Mr. King's eyes suddenly went dark, he managed to calm down, took a deep breath, and nodded: "Okay."

1. Mental violence against Han Zhu.Now, she doesn't talk to the queen very much, as long as she talks, her complexion is not very good.When sleeping at night, I carefully kept a distance of [-] lines from Han Zhu, and dared not touch her, as if I was afraid that if I touched her, it would break me.

2. Take meticulous care of Han Zhu's body.Now, he has to intervene in everything about diet and daily life, and he has to ask expert doctors to explain to him carefully all the results of medical examinations.

For such Mr. King, Han Zhu expressed his helplessness.

After such a cold and violent incident by Mr. King, she decided to give up communicating with Mr. King and engage in intimate activities with her son instead.

Ao Jingyun's little friend is already one year old, and now he is white and fat, with a pair of dimples around his lips, black hair that is soft and slightly curly, wearing a well-regulated suit and a small bow tie, If you put a pair of white wings on his back, he will be a veritable little angel.

Such a little friend of Ao Jingyun has become the target of many media pursuits.

But fortunately, little friend Ao Jingyun has been well protected. Few people outside can take his photos, and even if there are some photos, they are hardly circulated to the outside world.

But this day, when Han Zhu looked at her son, she suddenly felt that it was meaningless to hide a son at home.

It is better to be happy alone than to be happy together. As the son of Mr. King, he is likely to inherit the throne in the future.

Shouldn't such a child have been trained to face the media since he was a child?

After thinking about this, Han Zhu lightly poked the tip of his son's nose with his finger: "Hey, do you want to be famous?"

Ao Jingyun's little friend was drooling, giggling and looking at his mother: "Mom..."

Han Zhu raised his eyebrows: "If you want to, call me Mom, if you don't want to, call me Dad."

(End of this chapter)