The blackened goddess of rebirth is extremely poisonous

Chapter 227 Said, It's Mine

"I can't calm down about this kind of thing." Yan Hanming frowned.

Feng Tianling:
"I said, I'm not pregnant!" Feng Tianling looked at Yan Hanming speechlessly and said, just after she finished speaking, she said "vomit--".

"Aunt Wang, hurry up and call the doctor, hurry up!" While speaking, Yan Hanming picked up Feng Tianling and put him on his lap, carefully guarding her, as if he was guarding a piece of crystal glass that was about to shatter at any time.

Feng Tianling was speechless again, "I'm really not pregnant, I—"

"Speak less, I know you are very uncomfortable." Yan Hanming looked at Feng Tianling with a distressed expression.

Feng Tianling closed her eyes, and said unbearably, "I'm not pregnant, I said I'm not pregnant, and if I'm pregnant, it's not yours!"

quiet--

dead silence--

Feeling the murderous aura emanating from the man, it seems that the earth is about to be destroyed now.

Yan Zhuoli wanted to run away, so he was moving upstairs little by little.

"You, say, what?" He paused every word, as indifferent as ice.

Accompanied by the man's voice, every water molecule in the air in the living room was frozen into substance.

Looking at the man's face that was colder than ice, Feng Tianling subconsciously opened her mouth slightly. She had never been afraid of anyone or anything before.But now, there was a hint of cowardice in her heart.

"Say, it's mine." Yan Hanming ordered Feng Tianling in an uncompromising tone.

Feng Tianling frowned, what she hated most was when others ordered her, but now she didn't feel disgusted by this man and what he said
"I've said it before, I'm not pregnant." Feng Tianling emphasized the words 'not pregnant'.

The man narrowed his cold eyes, which were originally as dark as the sea, but now they were even darker and merged with the night. "It's not pregnant, it's mine too."

Uh--

Is this madness?

"Kachacha——" That was the sound of fists clenched to the extreme.

Feng Tianling turned her head to look at the man's fist, her eyes fell on the clenched hand with white knuckles, blood red overflowed from the finger joints.

Seeing this, Feng Tianling immediately sat upright, grabbed the man's hand, "Your hand is bleeding, show me."

Yan Hanming clenched his fist tightly, not intending to open it at all, his deep eyes fell on the girl's face, "Answer me."

Feng Tianling looked at the hand that was still bleeding, and then at the man's extremely suppressed and angry face, the forbearance seemed to be on the verge of a critical point, either to burst out or to be destroyed directly in the body.

"Is my answer that important?"

Yan Hanming didn't speak, and continued to stare at Feng Tianling.

"What if I don't answer?" Feng Tianling asked again.

Yan Hanming still didn't speak, but the surrounding atmosphere obviously became more violent.

"The hand is yours, not mine." Feng Tianling looked at the man's fist and said.

After saying that, Yan Hanming gripped everything a little harder, and Yin Hong overflowed from his fingers again. In an instant, the smell of blood filled the tip of their noses.

At this time, the doctor came.

After reading it, I said 'indigestion' and ran away.

That is to be frightened alive.

It's really not a place where people stay.

Feng Tianling rubbed her belly, "I said I'm not pregnant, but I don't believe it." After a pause, she looked at the man's hand, "I'll count to three, if you don't bring it to me, I'll do it upstairs."

(End of this chapter)