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

"What do you mean, he, he caught the person sent over there to deal with them?"

He Yiming started stuttering again, he was so nervous that he couldn't speak clearly.

He Shengying didn't speak, just slumped on the sofa, her face pale.

"Damn it, aren't we exposed then?"

He Yiming scratched his head and walked back and forth, anxious like ants on a hot pan.

"No, it must be to scare us, to test whether the person was sent by us."

He Shengying immediately stabilized her emotions, and frantically called Jin Cheng, but Jin Cheng was sleeping soundly with Bai Nian in his arms, and didn't answer his phone at all.

"damn it!"

He Shengying smashed the phone angrily, and the hands that were holding each other were shaking all the time.

"If, if we let them know about Uncle's death, then, what should we do?"

He Yiming couldn't calm down any longer, he lost his balance.

He Shengying slapped him fiercely, and raised his neckline to warn him, "Grit your teeth and bear with me. If you dare to say something wrong, I won't keep you even if it's my son."

After finishing speaking, he pushed He Yiming onto the sofa fiercely, with fierce eyes, He Yiming was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word, and he trembled.

Only after seeing her son like this did He Shengying realize that she had overreacted, and she frowned impatiently to force herself to calm down.

Suddenly, he glanced at the butler who brought a large pile of luggage downstairs, and asked him angrily, "You old man, why are you bringing our things down!"

The housekeeper waved his hands to stop the servants behind him, and said proudly to He Shengying with his hands on his stomach, "The young master said, please go to the small villa next door, and his relatives and friends will stay in the main house."

"What, isn't the small villa next door for servants? Let's move in?"

He Yiming jumped up, pointed at the butler and cursed.

The butler ignored He Yiming and told him, "If you have anything to do, you can ask the young master face to face."

After speaking, he made a gesture of please upstairs, neither humble nor overbearing.

He Yiming was so angry that he raised his hand to hit the housekeeper, but suddenly a figure rushed over, pointed the sword at He Yiming's neck, and said in a cold voice, "Slapping an old man is not what a human being should do."

"It's none of your business who the fuck are you"

Before he could say ah, He Yiming stopped in horror, swallowing his saliva and backed away in fear, because 49's weapon was already aimed at his forehead.

He Yiming knew that at 49, the people around He Zheng would kill people for He Zheng without blinking an eye.

Haman turned around in a daze, seeing 49 with some doubts.

Didn't he walk behind me? He was far away. How could he come in so quickly?

"It's just faster."

Seeing Haman's confused 49's simple explanation, he handed the suitcase in Haman's hand to the housekeeper and said, "It's a friend of the young master, arrange two rooms."

"Okay okay."

The housekeeper immediately smiled when he heard that it was Ye Miao's side, then looked at Haman inexplicably, and asked, "You are so beautiful, have you married someone?"

Haman was at a loss as to how to ask him the way he asked a little girl.

He looked up at 49, and asked 49 what the housekeeper meant.

49 instantly understood that the housekeeper had misunderstood Haman as a woman, and wanted to explain to Haman, but before he could speak, the housekeeper happily said, "So it's Mr. 49's wife! I haven't seen you for a few years and you're married."

Haman blushed immediately, and quickly waved his hands to explain to the housekeeper, "I am not his wife."

"So it's a girlfriend! That's not far from my wife."

The face of the housekeeper, I understand, completely misunderstood.

Haman's face became more and more red, it was the kind of redness that made people blush anxiously.

He looked up at 49 in a panic, asking 49 to explain quickly.

But 49 kept staring at him without saying anything, the kind who kept sweeping up and down.

Looking closely, he is indeed prettier than women, with long legs and a slender waist. He has golden hair and golden eyes that he has never seen in country H. He turns heads 100% of the time when he walks on the street.

His face is not at all unsuitable for a man to be his wife, and his hair is always tied to a wife, which is easy to make people think crooked.

Could it be that you like men?

49 arbitrarily gave people an orientation.

Why does he always look at me like this, because he likes my face?

Haman looked puzzled, and just raised his eyes to meet 49's.

What a strange person.

Haman murmured in his heart, completely ignorant of his own beauty.