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

"Sleep, what can you do!"

He Zheng said so indifferently, then turned off the light and lay down on the bed with his back to the Vatican Prison.

The Vatican Prison was inexplicably angry, and kicked He Zheng in the back, "Why did you arrest me back! Is it for display?"

He Zheng didn't respond, and closed his eyes to sleep.

He would not take the initiative to touch the Vatican Prison unless the Vatican Prison begged him.

He Zhenghui was angry, but because the Vatican Prison played with him without saying a word and disappeared, and he disappeared for a year.

Suddenly, there was a ding, and He Zheng's cell phone rang. After that, there were at least 20 text messages.

He Zheng touched the mobile phone on the bedside table, and opened it to see that it was all consumption bills, which were owed by the Vatican Prison.

He Zheng frowned. He roughly calculated that there were more than 1000 million.

Fan Prison sitting behind He Zheng immediately lay down and covered himself with a quilt when he heard the voice, feeling guilty.

He Zhengna's brows became more and more frowned, because there was another consumption bill. Fan Prison bought a new car worth several million, and it was all on his account. Today is exactly the end of the month, and the merchant sent him the bill for settlement.

Damn no sound, is it the calm before the storm?

The Vatican Prison hiding under the quilt was so nervous that he was afraid that He Zheng would get angry.

No, his family is in the jewelry business, tens of millions are nothing!He can earn it back with a necklace.

Fan Prison muttered, but he was actually guilty.

He thought that He Zheng would get angry, but He Zheng didn't. He just settled the bill calmly and put the phone back on the bedside table.

Hearing the sound of the phone being put down, Fan Prison was taken aback for a moment, then turned to He Zheng and kicked him, "Don't you ask me what I have been doing this year?"

"sleep."

He Zheng's tone was stern.

Fan Prison was upset again, and kicked He Zheng's lower back forcefully, as if to kick He Zheng off the bed.

He Zheng frowned again, turned over to He Zheng's side, grabbed his feet and pressed them in his arms.

"Why, I can't kick you anymore?"

Fan Prison growled and wanted to pull back his foot, but was held tightly by He Zheng.

"What the hell do you want! Let go!"

The Vatican Prison yelled again, but He Zheng suddenly got up and pushed him down, with his arms stretched over his sides, his face clearly sullen.

Fan Prison was startled immediately, and cursed violently, "He Zheng, you bastard, what do you want!"

"Let you sleep, what are you moving?"

He Zheng asked, without any emotional fluctuations in his eyes, but his brows were wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

"Are you in charge?"

The Vatican Prison roared and wanted to kick He Zheng, but when he looked up and saw He Zheng's terrifying face, he was scared, and immediately obediently dared not move.

Oh damn!I am afraid of what he is doing!The big deal is that the back hurts for a while, who the hell is afraid of anyone!

Fan Prison was annoyed, but he didn't dare to resist. He could only look at He Zheng, who was bowing his head, in displeasure, and asked him, "Why can you play Missing Laozi?"

"Is it the same as my job?" He Zheng's voice was serious.

"Fucking job, don't think I don't know you're looking for a child, you fucking stole food and gave me a son, you can do it, He Zheng."

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became in the Vatican Prison, the kind who wanted to kick He Zheng to death, and was furious.

"Who told you I was looking for a baby?"

He Zheng's brows were instantly furrowed, and there was a gleam of coldness.

Fan Prison immediately panicked, because it was he who overheard the conversation between He Zheng and bodyguard 49 more than a year ago, and only then did he know about it.

"You...you don't care how I know, I know anyway." Fan Prison roared with little confidence.

He Zheng frowned again, "Because of this, you disappeared?"

"What do you mean, because of this, your son was made out by me, and you actually said such things lightly, are you still human?"

Damn it, I've been with him for seven years. After seven years, my son will be able to make soy sauce when he gets married.

Fan Prison was full of rage, and kicked He Zheng who was bowing his head angrily, cursing, "You made Lao Tzu bend me back then, what the hell do you mean by letting go now?"

"Who doesn't care."

"you."

"Did I say my son is mine?"

"Who the fuck is that?"

Fan Prison didn't believe it, the voice grew louder and louder, and his chest heaved violently with anger.

He Zheng let go of the Vatican's arm, lay back and said in a flat voice, "My sister's son."

"You liar! How can your sister have a son before she's married?"

Thinking that He Zheng was lying, Fan Prison got up and picked up a pillow beside him and beat He Zheng violently.

He Zheng raised his hand to catch the pillow, and answered Fan Prison calmly but without perfunctory, "What you are seeing now is my third sister, the eldest sister has run away, and the second sister" At this point He Zheng suddenly paused, and he calmed down after a while. said, "Died 19 years ago."

Fan Prison was stunned after hearing this, he always thought that He Zheng only had one older sister.

"So, the child really isn't yours?" Fan Prison asked blankly.

"Tell me I'm 35 now, with whom did a kid have a baby 19 years ago?" He Zheng looked coldly at the Vatican Prison.

Fan Prison was embarrassed, scratching his head and muttering, "Who the hell knows how old that kid is!"

"Don't ask anything, why are you running?" He Zheng rolled his eyes again.

"me……"

I waited for a while in Vatican Prison, but I couldn't answer, because he was just jealous, but he didn't want He Zheng to know.

"Okay, my fault."

Fan Prison apologized honestly, then sat on He Zheng carelessly, looking down at him.

He Zheng didn't utter a word, nor did he get angry, but just calmly looked at the Vatican Prison above.

"How can you be so calm if you don't touch me for a year?" Fan Prison scolded again.

He Zheng was still expressionless when he heard this, "I know I've been away for a year."

"I'm not a fool and I can't count. If you don't want me to run, you'll make me fucking pregnant. See if I have the energy to run." Fan Prison muttered.

Hearing this, the corners of He Zheng's mouth finally curved, although it was too shallow to be seen.

He squeezed Fan Prison's thigh, and then slowly curled his lips back, "If you can conceive, I will let you go without twenty?"

"That's what you don't have"

Before the matter came out, He Zheng turned over, the Vatican Prison was gagged, and his breath was taken away.

Damn moves fast.

Fan Prison immediately complained, but obediently threw away the obstructing nightgown to cooperate.