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

He Zheng looked indifferently at the unjust wife who was sitting on top of him, his eyes were slightly twisted.

With these words alone, he could make the Brahma Prison unable to walk for a few days, but there were some people who were not afraid of death and dared to provoke him directly.

"Why, could it be that I was hit by what I said, and you are angry?"

He Zheng's silence made the Vatican gain an inch, and he even tightened He Zheng's neckline triumphantly, looking down at him with a condescending smile.

In fact, the Vatican prison knew that no matter how much he made a fuss or got angry with He Zheng, it was impossible for He Zheng to lock him up, because He Zheng loved him so much that he loved him to death, and would not really use excessive means against him.

Because of this, Fan Prison took advantage of He Zheng's love for him and spent his money recklessly, and ran away to let He Zheng chase after him when he was upset.

After a long time, Fan Prison still thinks it's good. This way, the two of them won't get tired of being together every day, they won't easily quarrel, and they won't look down on each other. What does Fan Prison think?

But for He Zheng, having this wife is equivalent to not having this wife. He is either on the way to find a wife or on the way there 360 ​​days a year.

Seriously, he has never touched the Vatican Prison for a whole year, because the Vatican Prison often disappears and cannot be found. In addition, he is busy with work, and he has to beware of his uncle stalking him behind his back. Take the time to find the Vatican Prison, and after a long time, I will lose my temper.

"Is there something wrong with your mother, it can be so quiet when I sit on you."

Fan Prison suddenly lowered his head and looked straight at Xiao He Zheng, and even slapped him vigorously with an expression of displeasure.

He Zheng frowned to force himself to calm down, fearing that he would really be unable to control himself and kill Brahma Prison.

"What does it mean! Have a problem with Lao Tzu?"

Fan Prison frowned and stared at it, and even poked it, but the next second he suddenly looked at He Zheng in horror, and asked him in a panic, "You, you, are you overusing it?"

He Zheng said nothing with a cold face, and directly grasped the front face of Brahma Prison with one hand, holding it darkly and firmly.

"Fuck, fuck, it hurts, it hurts, my face hurts to death, you let go."

The Vatican Prison immediately yelled and slapped He Zheng's arm.

"He Zheng, you bastard, let go!" Fan Prison slapped He Zheng's arm in pain, becoming irritable.

The angry He Zheng ignored the screams of the Vatican Prison, turned him down with brute force, pressed his hands firmly on the top of his head, and leaned over to look at him with a frosty face.

Fan Prison's eyes widened immediately, and it took only a while for him to do it.

Damn it's over, his expression is not right, he seems to be angry.

"I know I'm wrong, don't be fooled." Afraid of being punished, Fan Prison immediately apologized and gave him a second counsel.

However, He Zheng had endured it to the limit, opened the side drawer with a cold and dangerous face, and took out a small pink thing.

Seeing this, Fan Prison's pupils instantly dilated, and immediately tightened in fear.

"You, you...don't fucking mess around, surnamed He."

Shouting and struggling in fear, the Vatican Prison wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape He Zheng at all.

Fuck the fuck, is he serious?

Oh shit, he doesn't look like he's trying to scare me.

I don't want to let this thing go, I won't let it go.

Fan Prison's face slowly turned pale, and he really had a psychological shadow about this.

"You, you... If you dare to use me, I will fight you hard."

The Vatican Prison threatened He Zheng and tried to stop him, but it was of no avail.

Just as He Zheng was about to forcefully release the Vatican Prison, there was a sudden knock on the door of the room.

He Zheng said it without thinking, and immediately widened the eyes of Fan Prison, and looked at He Zheng in disbelief.

"Are you fucking crazy, you let your people in now that you look like this." Fan Prison was so angry that the top of its head was smoking.

He wanted to yell at the people outside not to let them in, but the door was opened before he had time, and it was 49 who walked in quickly.

49 is directly on the ground in a daze, staring blankly at the big bed.

The Vatican prison that was held down came into view clearly, and his boss still had a murderous look on his face.

After a while, 49 frowned, complaining in his heart, did this kid play dead again?

Looking at 49's appearance, it seems that he is used to it.

"What the hell are you looking at, get out."

Fan Prison roared at 49. If his hands hadn't been pressed on top of his head, he would have thrown a pillow at 49.

And 49, when he couldn't hear Fan Prison's words, ignored him and reported to He Zheng, "Miss San is ready and can go to see Shen Mu anytime."

"kindness."

He Zheng just uttered this word indifferently, and looked into the bathrobe with ease.

Fan Prison's eyes widened immediately. Damn, he released me in front of 49. Is he sick?

Fan Prison was frantic to death, although he was blocked and 49 could not see him, he was still very angry.

But when he saw He Zheng take out the remote control, he immediately got scared, gritted his teeth and begged in a low voice, "You can play whatever you want, can you fucking let him go out first."

He Zheng ignored Vatican Prison, but shouted, "49."

"Boss here."

49 responded immediately.

"come over."

Command tone.

49 After hearing this, he was stunned, just looked at He Zheng so stupidly, and then turned his face madly, why are you playing your tricks and getting me involved!

At this time, there is still the Vatican Prison, and he wonders if he has heard it wrong.

What do you mean, he called 49 over here, what the hell is he calling 49 over here for!

Fan Prison was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.