The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

Seeing Han Mo looking at the door without a smile on his face, He Zheng knew that Ji Cheng was standing outside the door.

He took the doctor and the Vatican Prison out of the room, pointed his chin in, let Ji Cheng in, and told him, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Ji Cheng nodded, and walked into He Zheng's room, keeping his eyes on Han Mo.

He Zheng closed the door and just stood outside.

"Fuck, why are you closing the door? What if they fight?"

Vatican Prison said that He Zheng was about to open the door after he finished speaking, but He Zheng stopped him.

"I'm not joking with you, get out of the way."

Fan Prison was so angry that he wanted to push He Zheng away, but He Zheng picked him up and kissed him, as if telling him not to worry and take a look first.

Fan Prison was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled smugly, raised his eyebrows and asked He Zheng, "So, is your wife more fragrant or your friend more fragrant?"

The corners of He Zheng's mouth twitched unconsciously, and it was obvious that Fan Prison wanted to compete with Han Mo.

"What are you laughing at, what the hell are you talking about!"

The Vatican Prison raised He Zheng's collar angrily and questioned loudly.

He Zheng didn't answer, but raised his head and blocked the prison's mouth, telling the prison that he was more important than anyone else with his actions.

Fan Prison was not stupid either, he hugged He Zheng's neck and bowed his head cheerfully to kiss back.

"When my old man is gone!"

The doctor who was still standing beside him was cursing and swearing, so he took a look at He Zheng and Fan Prison and hurried away.

The doctor who was returning to the small villa happened to see the butler who was going downstairs, and asked him with a frown, "Where are you going in the middle of the night?"

He should be very familiar with the butler from his tone, otherwise he wouldn't be so rude.

The housekeeper's complexion was not very good, his eyes were still red, and his voice was a little hoarse, "I'll go see if Master He Zheng needs help."

"Are they children? They won't die without you. Hurry up and go back to sleep. Your eyes are swollen."

The doctor drove the housekeeper back upstairs, muttering unhappily, "The damn old man just left and left this broken house for you to take care of. The more you think about it, the more annoyed you become."

The housekeeper who was driven back upstairs couldn't hold back his tears when he heard this, and went upstairs while wiping.

"Okay, okay, really, crying again, why are you crying? What's there to cry about like that old man."

The doctor sounded like he was scolding the housekeeper, but he was actually worried that it would be bad for his eyes if he cried all the time when he was old.

Like the housekeeper, he worked in the He family decades ago, and they are all old people who have stayed in the He family for a long time.

After sending the housekeeper to the room, seeing that there was only a bed and a single sofa in it, the doctor immediately frowned and asked the housekeeper, "Didn't the old man give you a lot of jewels? You are so poor that you are so virtuous gone?"

"That's the property that the master left to Young Master He Zheng."

The housekeeper wiped his tears and walked to the bed and sat down, picked up the photo of Mr. He on the bedside table and carefully wiped it with his sleeve, then put it back carefully and put it away.

"Oh my high blood pressure! It's going straight to the head."

The doctor stroked his head and shouted, so angry that he wanted to beat the housekeeper.

Who doesn't know that the master's jewels are all for you, and what about He Zheng's property, it really makes me mad.

So did that damned old man, why didn't he make it clear when he was so innocent?

"Death makes people worry. It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes."

The more the doctor scolded, the more excited he became. He wanted to continue to preach to the housekeeper, but he couldn't bear to see the housekeeper staring at Master He's photo and kept crying, so he swallowed the words back to his stomach.

"It doesn't work, I'll give you some sleeping pills."

The doctor looked uncomfortable and took the initiative to speak. He knew that this was wrong and violated professional ethics, but seeing the housekeeper in such pain, he couldn't express the depression in his heart.

The butler stretched out his hand to caress Master He's photo, and his voice sounded heavy, "I still have to wait for Second Miss's children to return to He's house. I promised the master that he will see them all return to He's house before he can leave in peace."

The doctor didn't say anything when he heard this, but expressed his heartache without words.

What made you wait for his children and grandsons to come back? He said that because he was afraid that he would not be able to survive without you and do stupid things, but you still foolishly took it seriously.

Tears welled up in the doctor's eyes, he sucked his nose and hurriedly glanced aside.

"I am fine."

The housekeeper who heard the voice smiled and looked up to the doctor at the door. Although his face was not very good, it was full of tenderness.

"You are always so kind and do this. If He Zheng and the others hadn't returned, you would still be oppressed by He Shengying and his son."

"It's all the fault of that damned old man, who always overprotects you, making you ignorant of the dangers in the world." The doctor began to criticize Mr. He again.

And the housekeeper who heard that Mr. He was overprotective of him felt a little warmth in his heart, and said to the doctor with a smile, "I am not as kind as you think. I mixed chronic medicine in the food for He Shengying and the others. They should also Not long to live."

The doctor with pantothenic acid in his nose was completely dazed, and just looked at the housekeeper without any response.

The housekeeper looked away from the doctor, the smile on his face disappeared, and he gently stroked the photo of Master He, "Master suddenly fell ill and He Shengying went back to the He family. This matter has nothing to do with them. It's their retribution for coveting the children's property."

The doctor who has been listening has not been relieved for a long time, and he seems to have seen the shadow of Mr. He from the housekeeper. He is guarding the house in the way of Mr. He.

"As long as I'm alive no one can take anything from him."

The butler's voice was still gentle, as was the gaze he was looking at at Master He's photo, but it made the doctor feel heavy. The butler shouldn't be living like this, and he shouldn't have anything to do with Master He. He should live an ordinary life, simple Marry a wife and have children and live a life in peace.

Why are you willing to leave him here alone to die?

The doctor wiped away tears and left the housekeeper's room, and closed the door gently.

Knowing that the doctor had left, the housekeeper lay down silently, hugged the palm-sized photo of Mr. He and closed his eyes.

You can see the master when you fall asleep.

The butler told himself so, the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a happy arc.