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

Am I so unattractive for going out so simply?

Haman was a little sad, raised his head from 49's arms, and looked at 49 with a hurt face.

But how did he know that 49 was afraid that he would lose control so he quickly got away, otherwise he must not have gone downstairs at this time.

"No, brother 49, my sister-in-law helped you take the mobile phone downstairs from the room, and didn't run around."

The subordinates at the side thought 49 was angry, so they hurriedly explained to Harman.

49 was not angry, picked up Haman and took the mobile phone from his subordinates, and told him, "Clean up the body."

"Okay, then don't be angry, just speak up if you have something to say."

The men bit the bullet and said that they were worried that 49 would go back and scold Haman later.

49 couldn't see it, and without saying anything, he held Haman in one hand and entered the elevator, pressing the button to go upstairs.

Harman, who was being hugged, put his arms around 49's neck, looked at 49 quietly, and then lowered his head in silence.

Is he angry?

Haman didn't dare to speak, and didn't dare to look at 49, so he was carried out of the elevator by 49 and returned to their room.

49 put Haman on the sofa, and when he was about to leave, Haman grabbed his clothes.

49 looked down at Haman, but Haman didn't look up, he pulled his clothes and didn't speak.

49 sighed, sat next to Haman, picked him up and put him on his lap, and held Haman's face so that Haman could look at him.

Haman looked at 49, but his eyes were a little red.

"I am not angry."

49 Said to Haman, softly, stroking Haman's red eyes with the balls of his fingers.

"But you don't talk to me."

Haman's voice sounded a little aggrieved.

"I didn't stop talking to you. I just wanted to put you in the bath water. Your nightgown is covered with blood."

49 After saying this, Haman just looked down, already forgetting that he had cleaned up the three young men.

"I thought I went down to find you, you are not happy."

"How can I be unhappy, it's just that it's a mess now, and it's not safe downstairs."

49 lightly touched Haman's small white face with his hand, then lowered his head and kissed Haman's lips.

When he was about to leave, Haman suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth, his long light blond hair fell down his back, revealing his slender and beautiful neck.

It was the first time that Haman took the initiative, which surprised 49, but after a while, he remembered the reluctance on Haman's face when he left, and understood that Haman wanted him to hug him, and the corners of his mouth curved a bit Seizing the initiative, he hugged Haman and walked towards the bathroom with a kiss.

His wife begged him to love him so much, and he had no reason to refuse, especially a beautiful wife like Harman, who could bear it.

At this time, Haman's face was already flushed, and he was somewhat shy to take the initiative for the first time, but he did not regret it.

"Has any of you seen Brother 49?"

The subordinates downstairs were looking for 49, and they were asking other people through the earphones.

"No, you call."

Someone came back to him and patrolled.

"I'm calling! No one answered."

The subordinates were talking and typing, and the phone kept beeping.

what happened?

The subordinates were very puzzled, not knowing that 49's mobile phone was lying on the floor and vibrating non-stop, covered with Harman's blood-stained nightgown, and the bathroom was full of sweetness.

"49 that guy must be with his wife."

In the Vatican Prison in his room, he was leaning on the sofa while eating snacks while looking at his phone, and saw that his subordinates had sent text messages to ask questions like this.

"Meow~"

Xiaobaicai ran to the foot of Fan Prison, rubbed it happily, raised her head and yelled sweetly.

"I got it, I got it, I'll give you the dried fish."

Fan Prison picked up the canned fish on the coffee table, opened it and put it on the floor.

"Eat it!"

Fan Prison is very generous, one can at a time, that is more than 1000 yuan per can.

Xiaobaicai happily picked up the canned fish and went to the floor-to-ceiling window to eat, burying her head in the show.

"Those who don't know think I'm starving you." Fan Prison's mouth twitched violently.

With a click, the bathroom door was opened, and He Zheng came out after taking a shower.

Fan Prison looked back, and what caught his eyes was his husband in a long white bathrobe. He was so meticulous that he didn't even show his neckline, but even so, he was still handsome, abstinent and calm.

He really deserves to be the man I fancy in Brahma Prison, he is so handsome.

The Vatican prison became smug, looking at He Zheng and smiling triumphantly.

After getting out of the bathroom, He Zheng walked to the sofa, sat down beside Fan Prison, leaned on the sofa and looked at his phone.

"Damn! Your wife is so big, you are blind sitting here! Don't you even look at it?" The Vatican Prison violently mentioned He Zheng's collar.

He Zheng didn't take his eyes off the phone, but he reached out and picked up Fan Prison on the side, put it on his lap, and patted his head.

"I let you see me, why the hell are you hugging me!"

Fan Prison is a little angry, seeing how much time he can waste with a single glance.

When He Zheng heard this, he looked away from the phone, looked at him with satisfaction, and blocked his lips.

Fan Prison became obedient in seconds, and immediately hugged He Zheng's neck and kissed back with a happy face, warm and domineering.

It took about five or six minutes for He Zheng to let go of the Vatican Prison. The Vatican Prison was almost out of breath, and looked at He Zheng gulping for air with dazed eyes, and swallowed his saliva.

The corners of He Zheng's mouth curled up a bit, and he raised his head to cover the prison's lips.

Although Fan Prison was happy, He Zheng was so capable of kissing him that he couldn't stand it. After a while, he limp in He Zheng's arms, breathing desperately.

"Damn...you, you want to kiss me to death!" Fan Prison complained as he twisted He Zheng's arm.

He Zheng, who was twisted and hurt, was not angry, and let Fan Prison sit sideways on his lap leaning against him, rubbing his head and continuing to look at the phone, "I will stay with you later, there is still work to be done."

"Understood, I don't bother you!"

Fan Prison muttered, knowing that He Zhengqin told him to work, and he was a little annoyed, but thinking that He Zheng was only working and not cheating, his mood changed after a while.

After all, there are often news that rich people raise mistresses, or go to nightclubs and hotels, and there are a lot of unfaithful men.

But He Zheng only wants to work, he doesn't mess with men and women, and he doesn't know how to go to bars or open rooms, so what is he dissatisfied with, anyway, work is not a person, why don't He Zheng accompany him to kiss and hug him when he is done with work? Let him sleep, he is not perfect.

Fan Prison who thinks this way has a smug look on his face, work is a fart, and he can't lose to him.

When the mood improved, the Vatican Prison stopped making troubles for He Zheng. He picked up shredded squid and continued to eat, lying comfortably in He Zheng's arms, feeding He Zheng from time to time.

He Zheng habitually ate whatever was fed in the Vatican Prison, and he never took his eyes off his phone.

Fan Prison glanced at He Zheng's phone, seeing the dense numbers gave him a headache.

Sure enough, the boss is not so easy to be, Fan Prison muttered in his heart, and continued to lie in He Zheng's arms and eat snacks.

Tired of eating snacks, Fan Prison got up and took the soda on the coffee table, sat back on He Zheng's body and gulped it down.

Fan Prison, who was full of food and drink, took out his mobile phone and played his little yellow duck game lying on He Zheng's lap. It was a nurturing game, and he fed the little yellow duck every day.

This game is only for Fan Prison, because it is a game that He Zheng asked someone to make for Fan, and it cost 100 million in one breath, which directly shocked the other party to the point of speechlessness. After all, this game is easy to make and does not cost money.

However, He Zhengqian didn't feel bad, as long as it was something that the Vatican Prison wanted, he would buy it without blinking his eyes.

When He Zheng was busy, he hardly had time to spend time with the Vatican Prison. He either held video conferences, made phone calls, or was just working on his laptop. He was very busy.

An hour or two passed by, and he was tired of playing the Brahma Prison game, and he was lying in He Zheng's arms in a daze.

"It's getting dark."

Fan Prison glanced out the window and muttered softly, then got up to turn on the light.

He returned to the sofa, sat on He Zheng's arms, and held He Zheng's face to let He Zheng look at him. There were a few large characters written on his face: I'm so fucking boring.

He Zheng didn't know, it had been more than four hours, and the Vatican Prison had changed countless sitting positions beside him, and it seemed that he was bored.

He put his phone aside and raised his head to kiss Fan Prison, put his hands on Fan Prison's waist and squeezed, and finally kissed again.

The Vatican prison immediately put He Zheng's big hand on his back, raised his eyebrows and asked He Zheng with a smile, "Do you want me to feed you?"