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

He Zheng, who had been silent all this time, saw Fanjiu's eyes falling on the fruit knife. He left the sofa with his upper body, reached out to pick up the fruit knife and handed it to Fanjiu by the handle, as if he wanted Fanjiu to poke it awake without being polite.

"Fuck, are you fucking sick?"

Fan Yu hurriedly snatched the fruit knife from He Zheng's hand and threw it aside. He didn't like toys and just wanted He Zheng to bully him.

How could He Zheng not know that Fan Yu would throw away the fruit knife? He still knew Fan Yu's temper.

He might not care too much if Brahma Prison himself was injured, but when Brahma Prison was injured, he was more anxious than anyone else. He would roll up his sleeves angrily and go out to kill the enemy, but he couldn't hold him back.

"I'm afraid there's something wrong with your mind! You dare to give me whatever the hell I want."

As Fan Yu said this, he peeled off He Zheng's hair to see if He Zheng's brain was broken.

He Zheng allowed Brahma Prison to mess around without getting angry. He leaned on the sofa with the corner of his mouth raised slightly and looked at Brahma Prison quietly.

Watching the commotion in Brahma Hell after a busy day is sometimes a kind of enjoyment, and it can also relieve fatigue.

"You are really stupid when you still laugh when I scold you."

Fan Yu murmured, letting go of He Zheng's hair, and playing with He Zheng's face with both hands.

No one could touch this face, but he could play with it casually.

The Dese in Brahma Prison's eyes came back again, full of superiority.

As soon as Fan Yu smiled, He Zheng knew what he was thinking, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

Without that redemption when he was a child, he would still fall in love with Brahma Prison when he saw it.

Because he has a boring temperament, Brahma Prison is the opposite to him and is very talkative. He will not be tired all day or night and will always be energetic.

Others thought Brahma was rude and noisy, but he liked Brahma's carelessness very much, and his mood improved just by looking at him.

"I haven't washed my face and brushed my teeth yet. Come hold me."

Fan Yu hugged He Zheng's neck and summoned He Zheng as a matter of course.

After all, in Brahma Prison, He Zheng would satisfy him and never refuse anything he asked for.

He was also used to being favored by He Zheng. Anyone who could walk without doing anything would naturally let He Zheng do it for him.

He Zheng was also happy to hold Brahma Prison in his arms and got up and walked to the bathroom.

"You wake up every day, eat and sleep, and I'm almost exhausted by you." Brahma Prison complained.

But he didn't know how many people wanted a life like his, where he had no worries, endless money to spend and a painful husband, so he could do whatever he wanted!Carefree.

"Damn! My eight-pack abs are gone."

Fan Yu, who was placed in front of the sink by He Zheng, lowered his head and touched his abdominal muscles.

He Zheng took a look at Brahma Prison's abdominal muscles and felt that they were no different from before.

Even though Brahma sleeps all day long, he gets up when it's time to exercise, either running on the treadmill or swimming, and occasionally boxing.

He has his own interests and hobbies and is self-disciplined, but he is squeamish and likes to cling to He Zheng.

He Zheng would also accompany Fan Yu for running and swimming when he had time, but he would not accompany Fan Yu for boxing. In severe cases, he might have to be hospitalized, because Fan Yu's attacks were not serious.

In order not to make Brahma Prison boring, He Zheng once hired a coach for Brahma Prison.

The coach used to be a very famous boxing champion. He retired when he was 30 years old and became a coach.

Originally, when He Zheng asked someone to hire the coach, the coach disagreed. He wanted to train a new boxing champion and didn't want to waste time on those young masters who were playing house.

If the coach didn't agree with He Zheng, he threw money at him. One million to one million was thrown at him. The coach's hands were shaking, and his eyes were filled with so much money.

At first, the coach was a little hesitant. After all, his apprentice also had to teach.

As a result, He Zheng was very wealthy and directly funded the coach's boxing gym, spending tens of millions on it, and was reluctant to receive advertising endorsements.

The coach was impressed. It was rare to see such a fool who was willing to spend money to teach a novice boxing. Tears flowed from his mouth and he accepted the commission.

He thought he was just a novice and could just teach some basic things to fool him.

It wasn't until he met Brahma Prison, who asked him to come to the ring to compete, and he was beaten black and blue by Brahma Prison that he realized what kind of novice he was. He was a king at all.

After practicing boxing with Fan Yu for a week, the coach either dislocated his wrist or swollen his ankle, his eyes were swollen, and two of his teeth were chipped.

A month later.

The bandaged coach hugged He Zheng's thigh and cried bitterly, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

He Zheng saw that the coach he hadn't seen for just a month had a swollen face and turned into a pig's head. He Zheng didn't have the heart to keep him, nor did he ask him to refund his money, so he ended the contract.

"No, no, no, the money has to be refunded, it has to be refunded, I can't accept this money."

The coach returned all the remaining money to He Zheng. After returning the money, he ran away, not daring to wait for a second longer. He was too anxious and threw a dog in the courtyard to eat shit, and even hit him in the face, which hurt him. Tears came out.

The confused bodyguard wanted to caress him, but the coach screamed like he was frightened and ran towards the big iron gate of the villa. The reason was that he saw Brahma suddenly running out of the villa and thought he was out to catch him. of.

But Fanji just wanted to give the little yellow duck gloves to the coach.

Fortunately, the coach didn't know about this. If he did, he would be scared to death.

Because he had a psychological shadow after seeing the little yellow duck. He could always think of the scene of being beaten violently by the Brahma Prison. His teeth hurt, his eyes hurt, and his whole body ached.

"There seems to be a game over there with the coach."

Fanjiu, who was brushing his teeth, suddenly mentioned the coach to He Zheng and looked at the mirror on the sink.

He Zheng, who turned on the faucet to fill the cup with water, paused for a moment and disappeared in the next second.

In fact, He Zheng lied to Fanjiu and told Fanjiu that the coach terminated the contract early because the boxing gym was too busy.

So till now, Brahma Prison still doesn't know that the coach escaped because he was too scary, and he often contacts the coach.

The coach's forehead twitched as soon as he saw Fanjiu's text message. He was always worried that Fanjiu would ask him to teach boxing.

He even bought insurance, just in case he was accidentally beaten to death by Brahma Prison one day.

These Brahmins didn't know anything about it, and they still regarded the coach as a teacher.

The coach who can survive a month of boxing with him is No. 1, and the others disappear in two days.

"The coach didn't tell you that they had a game?"

Fan Yu looked at He Zheng standing beside him and continued brushing his teeth.

"As I said, it happens to be this month."

He Zheng calmly handed the water cup to Brahma Prison.

Fan Yu took the water and rinsed his mouth, spit it into the sink, then raised his head and asked He Zheng, "Did you send over their equipment and new gloves?"

"delivered."

He Zheng gave Fan Yu a wet towel, and Fan Yu answered whatever he asked.

Although it was pitiful to be beaten by Brahma Prison, the coach was actually lucky. His boxing gym opened bigger and bigger, and there was an endless stream of people coming to learn from him.

And those people come to study because the equipment provided by He Zheng is the most advanced in the country. The boxing gym is not only large, but also has a swimming pool, a court, and even a cafe and restaurant, as well as professional nutritionists and doctors. Everything.

He Zheng also supports young people with good potential who want to learn boxing but have no money.

Now some people have become national representatives, winning many battles abroad and bringing glory to the country.

If it weren't for Brahma Prison, He Zheng wouldn't care about the boxing profession, let alone invest money in it, and excellent boxers would be buried.

Many people were injured and retired. He Zheng also provided free medical treatment and hired them as sparring partners in the boxing gym. They were paid monthly and gave many people employment opportunities.

Very few people in the boxing gym knew about He Zheng. Except for the coach and a few important personnel, no one knew who the boss behind them was.

But there are many people who know Fanji. The equipment that He Zheng gave to the boxing gym all bear the name of Fanji. Even when he bought shares, he used the name of Fanji.

The client, Fan Yu, naturally didn't know this. He thought the coach's boxing gym was still the small single-room boxing gym it was five years ago.

The truth is that the coach's boxing gym is already a high-rise building, and the land nearby has been sold by He Zheng and turned into a commercial street, which is very lively.

"When you wash your face, you will feel more awake."

Fan Yu handed the towel to He Zheng and moved his limbs.

He Zheng bent down to wash the towel, hung it up after washing, picked up Fan Yu and walked out of the bathroom, turning on the light in the room.

"Hahahaha, this way, this way, hit me, hit me!"

Bai Nian's mean voice sounded in the courtyard downstairs, and he was laughing so arrogantly.

"Why is it so lively?"

Brahma Prison looked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He Zheng walked over with Fan Yu in his arms, and when he looked downstairs, he saw Bai Nian and Ye Miao having a snowball fight.

The heavy snow stopped at some point, and the snow on the ground reached past Bai Nian's knees.

"Hahaha, you are indeed a 'landlubber'. You can't walk in the snow."

Bai Nian teased him and chased him. Ye Miao, who was struggling to walk, kept thinking louder and louder, and kept throwing snow on Ye Miao.

Ye Miao was furious. He pointed at Bai Nian, who was two meters away from him, and yelled, "You bastard, just wait for me. Let's see if I don't beat you to death."

"Hahaha, come on, come on!"

Bai Nian Bigu twisted towards Ye Miao and patted him. He was not an ordinary bitch.

"Aaaaaaaaaa..."

Ye Miao was so angry that he ran in the snow with his hands and legs, vowing to catch Bai Nian and give him a good beating.

"Hey! Let's have a snowball fight! Why don't you call me?"

Brahma Prison didn't know when he had arrived outside the balcony. He was carrying a snowball as big as a pig in his hands. He smiled evilly at Bai Nian downstairs. Behind him was He Zheng, who was clapping his hands at the snow. He knew at a glance that the snowball was He Zheng. Pile of government help.

Bai Nian heard the voice and looked up to the second floor in confusion. When he saw the big snowball in Brahma Prison's hand, his eyes widened and he ran away quickly.

But it was too late, Brahma Prison shouted, "Let's go."

The big snowball raised above his head hit Bai Nian directly.

"Holy shit, shit, shit! You don't follow martial ethics, you bully children."

In the courtyard, Bai Nian ran away in a panic and cursed. The next second, there was a muffled sound, and he was hit by the snowball, facing the ground, and fell into a human shape in the snow.