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867. Chapter 867 This house seems to be mine

"This damn Aopo, he just doesn't want us to go out." After learning the truth of the matter, Xiahou Huan'er suddenly became angry and wanted to hit someone.

"Honey, don't be excited. Be careful about our son. Leave it to me when we go out. I will find a way." Dongfang Xing saw her excitement and immediately became extremely nervous.

Seeing his nervous look, Xiahou Huan'er couldn't help laughing and said, "Are you so sure that this is your son?"

Dongfang Xing immediately said confidently: "Of course, it doesn't matter whose seed it is."

"Tch, you can do it. I like daughters more. I can give birth to a cute daughter who I can play with and dress up beautifully, like a Barbie doll. How rare it is."

Xiahou Huan'er said proudly.

Dongfang Xing immediately glared at her coldly: "My son was not born for you to play with."

"It's a daughter." She gave birth to her. She can do whatever she likes. How can he stop it? Xiahou Huan'er laughed proudly.

"Okay, my daughter is my daughter, as long as you like it." Dongfang Xing hugged her and returned to Ao Po's small house, chatting with her.

Since I can't afford to go out for the time being, and the weather here is so bad, of course I have to find a place to stay, and my goal is to be Aopo's cozy little nest.

However, Xiahou Huan'er was troubled when she saw the bed that was shattered to pieces.

"Let me do it." Dongfang Xing frowned when he saw her, and immediately placed her on the sofa, and then took matters into his own hands to dispose of the waste products that were no longer usable.

Xiahou Huan'er held a glass of warm water in her hand and looked at him with a frown: "My dear, you smashed the bed, where are we going to sleep?"

She now has two bodies, and even if she is willing to wrong herself, she is not willing to wrong her baby.

Dongfang Xing never thought that he would stay in this place. At that time, he only thought: kill Ao Po with one palm, how could he get so much.

So the omnipotent corpse king suddenly felt a little helpless in this closed space with no shopping malls or supermarkets.

He frowned and remained silent for a while before saying, "I'll find a way."

"There is nothing in this place, how can you think of a solution?" After he didn't show up, her wishes came true and she got whatever she wanted. But after she came, it didn't matter what she wanted.

It must be the telepathy of that bastard Ao Po.

"Are you hungry?" Dongfang Xing changed the topic.

Xiahou Huan'er touched her belly and nodded: "Well, I'm a little hungry."

"I'll go to the kitchen to get you something to eat. You take a rest first." Dongfang Xing immediately walked to the kitchen.

Xiahou Huan'er looked at his steep back, as if her thoughts hadn't returned yet. If he hadn't really appeared in front of her, she wouldn't have believed that he was really here.

Before she could retract her eyes, a proud figure suddenly appeared at the door.

The corner of her mouth suddenly curled up, she really didn't welcome him: "Why are you here?"

Ao Po looked around at the neatly tidied room, except for the big bed, and raised his eyebrows and said, "This room seems to be mine."

It would be better for them to treat him as a guest, take his house as their own, and not welcome him.

"It's mine now." Xiahou Huan'er, who was so thick-skinned that even a bullet couldn't penetrate it, proudly declared his sovereignty. His aggressive look was really shameless.

The vein on Ao Po's forehead twitched.


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