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

Afraid of what would happen, He Zheng came out of the bathroom and looked indifferently at the Vatican Prison on the bed.

Fan Prison immediately felt guilty, and immediately leaned against the head of the bed.

Damn, fuck, don't come here!I'm not mentally prepared yet.

Fan Prison grabbed the quilt covering his body tightly, swallowing his saliva without daring to make a loud noise.

"Why, did you do something stupid to me again?"

He Zheng, who walked to the bedside, immediately asked with a frosty face, murderous.

He knows Fan Prison too well, as long as he does something wrong, he will definitely feel guilty when he sees him.

"Who... whoever does something stupid, I'm useless."

Fan Prison tried its best to make his voice sound fierce, but no matter how he heard it, there was no silver 300 taels here.

Maybe Fan Prison himself realized it, scolding himself in his heart, what the hell are you afraid of!He is your man, isn't it natural for you to use his money?

But Fan Prison, who comforted himself in this way, did not calm down his nervous mood, because he stole almost 500 million.

How about pleasing him before he gets angry?

Leaning against the head of the bed, Fan Prison stared at He Zheng who held him indifferently, subconsciously afraid to swallow his saliva.

"Tell me! How much money did you steal from me this time?"

He Zheng saw right away that it had something to do with money, so he asked directly.

"What stealing, can you fucking speak? Can I steal with my husband's money?" Fan Prison retorted angrily.

He Zheng had no expression on his face. He went to the bedside table, picked up the watch and put it on his wrist before looking at the Vatican Prison, but he didn't speak.

Fan Prison panicked again, stuttering and said guiltily, "What's the matter with just using a little money from you, I can't fucking use it anymore, can I, I can serve you every day, and you still want to prostitute for nothing?"

He Zheng knew that the Vatican prison had so many conversations, it must have cost a lot of money, so he pinched his chin and let him look at him, "How much?" His voice was cold and harsh, with a serious face that frankly refused to be strict.

Fan Prison cleared his throat in embarrassment, and muttered in a low voice while casting his eyes aside, "Well, it took about 500 million yuan, and you are not short of this money anyway."

He Zheng was not angry after hearing this, because he was used to the extravagance of the Vatican Prison.

Originally, the Vatican Prison owed He Zheng hundreds of millions and could not afford to follow He Zheng. Now that he is with He Zheng, he spends He Zheng's money crazily, and often disappears and escapes, making He Zheng all over the world. people looking for.

And the reason why He Zheng went to the Brahma Prison was very simple, it was just that he was afraid that his wife, who had a bad temper and low IQ, would cause trouble outside and be killed in a place he didn't know.

Obviously, he has a lot of food, but he likes to make troubles.

"Damn it, I can't use your money anymore."

Seeing that He Zheng didn't say a word, the Vatican prison immediately looked up at him angrily, and cursed.

"I won't tell you how much you spend, but if you dare to use my money to support people, I'll kill you." He Zheng's face was cold, murderous and dangerous.

Fan Prison was speechless, after all, who could he support!The men outside couldn't catch his eyes, and he had long since lost interest in women.

Just say jealous if you are jealous!And fucking scare me like that.

The Vatican Prison glared at He Zheng, then pulled He Zheng down vigorously, sat on He Zheng with a smug smile, and pulled his neckline provocatively, "If you are so afraid that I will raise someone outside, then you fucking shut me up!" !"

The Brahma Prison may be the only one who seeks the pass, after all, who would commit suicide?

After he finished speaking, he leaned over to He Zheng's ear and said with such a fearless smile, "If you don't want to close He Zheng, then you're fucking incompetent."

At this time in the Vatican Prison, he played death to the fullest, and he completely forgot whether his waist could bear the anger of his husband.