Chapter 137:

"It's almost like this." Zheng Jiaming didn't want to continue the topic, and said, "I'm leaving, I can't stay here for too long."
"Okay, when you do, you must come to City B to find us."
Zheng Jiaming nodded and turned to go to the alley.
When he came to the alley, he stopped suddenly.
Mu Yifan, who was behind, wondered, "What's wrong?"
He reached out his head, and saw a tall, erect figure standing outside the alley door. In the dark night, it was like a black cheetah with bright black eyes.
Mu Yifan fixed his eyes, and was shocked when he saw the other person's appearance.
The person standing at the alley turned out to be Bei Beitian.
Oh my god
Why is he here.
"North ... North Heaven!"
Mu Yifan went back to God, and hurried forward to block in front of Zheng Jiaming.
Zhan Beitian's gaze moved from Zheng Jiaming's face to Mu Yifan's body, his eyebrows twisted, and Shen Sheng asked: "How are you here?"
Mu Yifan casually made an excuse: "I ... I can't sleep, so I go out for a walk."
Zhan Beitian did not expose him: "Come here."
"Oh."
Mu Yifan approached obediently, and when he came to Zhan Beitian, he suddenly hugged Zhan Beitian's waist and shouted, "Jiaming, you go away."
Zheng Jiaming raised an eyebrow, but did not expect Mu Yifan to come up with this.
"you……"
Zhan Beitian wanted to ask him what he was doing, but was interrupted by Mu Yifan: "Zhan Beitian, I believe that the death of the psionicist is not a matter of Zheng Jiaming, so let him go."
Zhan Beitian frowned and looked at Zheng Jiaming.
Zheng Jiaming did not explain whether he did it.
Seeing Zhan Beitian's silence, Mu Yifan hurriedly said: "Zhan Beitian, don't look at the monk's face, but also look at the face of the buddha. You can take care of the quack to take care of our son, and you can let Zheng Jiaming go . "
When Zheng Jiaming heard this, his eyes moved to Mu Yifan's flat stomach, and he was a little surprised: "Are you born?"
Earlier, when he heard his father say about this, he really didn't believe that a man would be pregnant. He didn't expect how long it would take to give birth to a child.
Mu Yifan was depressed: "Zheng Jiaming, you are not going away."
At this time, he was still concerned about whether he was born or not.
"What did you just say?" Zhan Beitian lowered his head and asked.
Mu Yifan looked up and looked at Zhan Beitian: "I said, just let Zheng Jiaming go."
"One more sentence."
One more sentence?
Mu Yifan froze for a while and thought, "You're in the care of the quack to take care of our son ..."
Our son ...
Listen in these four words!
Zhan Beitian looked up with satisfaction and looked at Zheng Jiaming: "You can go."
Zheng Jiaming: "..."
How did he feel that Zhan Beitian's look at him suddenly became milder.
Zhan Beitian bowed his head and said to the man holding himself, "Go back."
"OK! OK!"
Mu Yifan worried that Zhan Beitian would repent, and quickly took Zhan Beitian's hand and walked back to the apartment complex.
At this time, when everyone was sleeping, the still water was quiet in the apartment building.
The two returned lightly to their room.
Zhan Beitian took the light that came in from the window by moonlight, touched the black, and sat down at the end of the bed. Immediately, he felt that something under the quilt was hard against him.
He stood up quickly, took his gun and looked at the quilt.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot." Mu Yifan quickly stopped: "Don't punch a quilt and clothes, then how can I wear it in the future."
He quickly lifted the quilt. In addition to a pile of clothes, there were even a small bucket and an iron stick that Mu Yifan used to sharpen his nails during the last battle.
Zhan Beitian's eyes narrowed fiercely: "You want to go out, you can tell me, why do you sneak this way?"
Mu Yifan said badly: "Even if I said that, would you give me a big one to run out at night?"
Zhan Beitian: "..."
Of course not.
"Even if you give it, you will definitely ask me what I'm going to do. If I don't ask, I won't go out."
Zhan Beitian: "..."