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

Haman's face turned red when he was stared at by 49's direct gaze, as if looking at prey.

He looked aside in embarrassment, scratching his neck uncomfortably.

Just look at it, the neck is red.

49 murmured in his heart, and he breathed out again, the eyes that looked at Haman seemed to be glued to Haman.

"I said, don't look at him, you will almost see a few big holes in him."

The voice of Fan Prison sounded from behind 49, and then he pointed his chin into the room and said, "He Zheng is looking for you, and he hasn't responded after calling you for a long time."

The disturbed 49 squinted at Fan Prison, obviously upset, but without saying anything, he put out the cigarette and hurried into the room to look for He Zheng.

The Brahma Prison did not leave, and unscrupulously swept Haman up and down.

I have known 49 for seven years, and I haven't seen him interested in anyone before. Harman is the first one, so fresh!

But aside from anything else, she looks really pretty.

Not to mention being stared at by 49, Haman came to stare at him again, which made Haman even more uncomfortable, so he hurried into Seide's room.

"I'm going, are you still shy?"

Fan Prison muttered, turned and returned to the room.

At this time, He Zheng was sitting on the sofa, and 49 was standing and listening. He didn't know what he was talking about, but it was serious anyway.

Fan Prison didn't bother, and went to take a bath when it was too hot.

After washing and washing the Brahma Prison, he just stood still under the shower without any reaction, staring at the wall in a daze.

He was thinking about what happened downstairs, and what Ye Miao said about He Zheng's purpose of returning to He's house.

"I thought he just wanted to take back the He family from He Shengying, but I didn't expect that he was investigating his father's death and second sister's illness."

There was a gloomy look in Fan Prison's eyes, and he realized that he couldn't help He Zheng with anything, and felt that he was useless.

"If this goes on like this, one day he will dislike your Brahma Prison."

Fan Prison murmured to himself, the loneliness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Not long after, Fan Prison took a shower and came out of the bathroom. He Zheng was the only one left in the room, leaning on the sofa and looking at the documents.

Fan Prison just stood at the door of the bathroom and looked at He Zhengna stupidly, without looking down at the floor without any movement.

"Why are you standing there stupidly!"

He Zheng looked up at him when he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening but did not see the Brahma Prison coming over.

Hearing He Zheng's voice, Fan Prison raised his head, walked towards He Zheng without saying a word, and just sat on He Zheng's body and fell into his arms.

He Zheng didn't know what happened to the Brahma Prison, he was obviously in a good mood before taking a bath.

"fall down?"

Asked by He Zheng, he put down the documents in his hand and checked the body of the Vatican Prison.

Fan Prison shook his head and leaned into He Zheng's arms without speaking.

"hungry?"

He Zheng asked again.

Fan Prison still shook his head and hugged He Zheng's waist.

He Zheng sighed helplessly, not knowing what happened to the Vatican Prison.

"I'm still busy, and I'll be with you later."

He Zheng wanted the Brahma Prison to come down from his body, but the Brahma Prison wouldn't let him down, so he hugged him tightly and said, "If you dare to dislike me in the future and don't want me anymore, I will kill you first and then commit suicide."

"If I want you, you can still stay with me for seven years?"

He Zheng was somewhat speechless, saying such words out of nowhere.

"There will be countless seven years in the future, who the hell knows that you will dislike me in which seven years."

There was a choke in Fan Prison's voice, as if he was crying.

He Zheng immediately frowned, and forcefully raised the head of the Vatican Prison, making him look up at him.

Sure enough, Fan Prison's eyes were red with tears in them.

When He Zheng saw the Vatican Prison, he immediately wiped his tears in a panic, got up and left.

"What are you going to do, sit down."

He Zheng gave the order and sounded very angry.

Fan Prison was frightened, but obediently sat back on He Zheng's lap, but lowered his head and did not look at He Zheng.

"look at me."

He Zheng ordered him again.

The Vatican Prison was on fire in an instant, and he raised his head and yelled at He Zheng, "Can't you fucking be gentle?"

But after scolding Fan Prison, he regretted it, because He Zheng was not angry because he was confronted with a face that couldn't handle him.

"You're too idle, aren't you, what the hell are you thinking about all day long?" He Zheng preached coldly.

"Because I'm stupid, because I'm stupid, I don't even know what you want, I'm so fucking panicked, can't I be afraid if you dislike me?" Fan Prison roared back to He Zheng. In fact, the nose is full of pantothenic acid.

After shouting, Fan Prison felt that he was so useless that he didn't dare to look at He Zheng, so he stubbornly wiped his nose aside.

He Zheng roughly squeezed Fan Prison's chin, making him look at him.

"I don't want to see your face right now."

Fan Prison knocked off He Zheng's hand, then turned his head away.

He Zheng's temper was on the rise, and the Vatican Prison was full of food and cranky.

But he knew that scolding Fan Prison at this time would only be a dead end, and it was useless to fight head-on, so he suppressed his anger.

In addition, the Vatican Prison was always abandoned when I was a child, and it became a kind of shadow after too many times, so I was always trembling.

He Zheng no longer communicated with the Vatican with words, but sealed the Vatican's lips neatly.

Fan Prison was a little dazed, thinking that He Zheng would be angry, but let it go and touch him.

He was put on the ground, just looking at He Zheng above him with a dazed and blushing face, panting slightly.

He Zheng didn't speak, and then lowered his head and kissed the Vatican Prison, interlocking fingers with him.

The documents on the sofa fell down with their squeeze, and were blown everywhere by the wind blowing in from the balcony.