Sadness doesn't always lead to tears!
He is, after all, the leader of a terror organization!
A powerful and influential figure!
Crying like a little child.
"Come in, I didn't say you couldn't share a bed with me."
Zong Zheng immediately lifted the thin blanket, his calloused hands encircling her soft skin.
"Honey, you're so good."
"Less sweet talk, sleep!"
"Mm."
The feeling of holding her without the blanket in between is so delightful!
Zong Zheng already feels like he's in heaven.
Tang Tang is now sleeping deeply and for a long time.
So when she wakes up, the sky outside is already bright.
She hears voices outside.
Besides Zong Zheng, are there other people in the house?
Tang Tang curiously gets out of bed, and goes out.
In the living room, Zong Zheng is wearing casual clothes, sitting leisurely like a lord, his long legs stretched out.
Opposite him sits Song Qing, upright and proper.
"Song, do you have something?" She walks over slowly, with her large belly.
