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

At this time, in the restaurant

He Jie, who was obediently sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window and waiting for He Zheng, just stared blankly at the remote control in her hand, thinking it was a toy that would turn on and off for a while, and then just stared at it curiously.

"Your lukewarm water."

A young lady waiter walked to He Jie's table and put the cup of warm water in front of He Jie, because it was what He Zheng told him when he went out to pick up the Vatican Prison.

He Jie raised her empty beautiful eyes, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly out of curiosity, like a moving fan.

The waitresses blushed and were uncontrollable.

My God, this young lady looks so good-looking!star?

The waitress couldn't help but look at He Jie a few more times, her little heart was beating wildly.

Ah ah ah no no no no, look at me again is not normal.

The waitress hurried away, afraid that she might bend over, but she looked back at He Jie from time to time.

He Jie just looked at her like this, but there was no movement in her eyes, not even a single reflection, she was blank.

Suddenly a tall and burly man came over and bumped into He Jie's table.

He Jie, who was leaning on the table, couldn't hold the remote control in his hand, and it just fell out of his hand.

He Jie was stunned for a moment, then looked at her empty palm foolishly.

After more than ten seconds, He Jie realized that the remote control was missing.

She thought that the remote control was taken out of the Vatican's pocket, and she was going to pick it up.

But before she picked up the remote control on the aisle, a few people walked over and kicked it without paying attention.

He Jie stretched out her hand and opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but suddenly some images flashed into her mind, blood red all over the place, followed by two people who looked like servants who fell in front of her.

He Jie immediately hugged her head in pain, scratching her scalp in pain and fear.

Some images flashed into my mind again. A figure secretly opened the back door of the family villa. After a while, a group of people rushed into their house, and blocked the throats of all the servants and bodyguards they saw.

He Jie's tears fell immediately, she patted her head and didn't want to think about it, but those pictures kept entering her mind as if they were alive.

At this time, the cry of a baby echoed in her mind, accompanied by a person's instructions, asking them to take her baby away and escape from them.

He Jie didn't remember who they were referring to, the picture in her mind was very chaotic, she only remembered someone covering her mouth, and the blood on her hand.

The man didn't know what he said in front of her, his expression was very ferocious and terrifying, and he was holding a fruit knife dripping blood in his hand.

"Don't... don't kill me, don't kill me."

He Jie hid under the table in a panic, clutching her head and crying bitterly.

He Zheng happened to come back with the Vatican Prison in his arms and saw this scene. He hurriedly put down the Vatican Prison and bent over to hug He Jie, patting her on the back to comfort her. This was not the first time he looked at He Jie like this.

Fan Prison looked at it stupidly, not knowing what was going on.

"It's alright, it's alright."

He Zheng coaxed He Jie softly.

When He Jie heard the familiar voice, she raised her tear-filled eyes, trembling and leaning towards He Zhenghuai in fear, sobbing non-stop.

He Zheng let out a sigh of relief, and gently stroked He Jie's head, as if coaxing a child.

And ever since she was frightened, He Jie was mentally abnormal, and sometimes her intelligence could not keep up with a three or four-year-old child. If she was standing on the road and no one was pulling her, she would just stand there without crying or fussing. Like a dummy without a soul.

He Zheng carried He Jie to the sofa and asked her to sit down.

But as soon as he left He Zheng's embrace, He Jie became frightened and trembled violently.

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, she grabbed onto He Zheng's clothes, buried her head in He Zheng's arms, and cried.

Fan Prison, who has been watching, is somewhat displeased, obviously that chest is his place.

But thinking that He Jie was a mentally abnormal person, he suppressed his anger and sat down on the opposite sofa.

But as soon as he sat down, he almost cried out, but fortunately he covered his mouth in time.

Too angry, Fan Prison has forgotten that he still has a little fan.

He blushed and looked at He Zheng opposite in panic. He thought He Zheng would find out, but He Zheng's eyes were all on He Jie, and he even wiped tears on He Jie.

Damn, who is your wife? The surname is He.

Fan Prison scolded in his heart, half dead with anger.

Others are robbing the husband from the mistress who is outside, but the Vatican Prison is more fun, you have to rob her husband's sister.

No, no, Brahma Prison, you have to be loving, my sister is a patient.

Fan Prison tried desperately to convince himself and took several deep breaths.

It took quite a while for Fan Prison to stabilize his emotions. He leaned against the table with his chin on his back and looked displeasedly at He Zheng who had been coaxing He Jie.

Why don't you fucking take a look at me!

The Vatican Prison became more and more upset, and kicked He Zheng with his foot under the table.

He Zheng finally looked up at the Vatican Prison opposite, but he didn't ask what happened to the Vatican Prison, but gave the Vatican Prison the menu and asked him to order first.

"Who the hell said that?"

The Vatican Prison was immediately upset, and kicked He Zheng hard again.

But in the next second, he became ill-intentioned, and looked at He Zheng opposite him with an evil smile on his cheek.

He Zheng frowned immediately when he saw Fan Prison's expression. Sure enough, he looked down and saw that Fan Prison had stepped on little He Zheng, and pressed down on the toe of his shoe.