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

Time passed by every minute and every second, until half an hour passed, neither of these two people moved.

Harmore on the bed was irritable at first, and wanted to stand up and scold Saiman.

But he knew that Saiman did it on purpose, so he held back his anger and told himself to ignore Saiman and let him wait.

But after another 10 minutes or so, Saiman was still sitting on the sofa without moving, and he heard the sound of Saiman lighting a cigarette, which seemed to mean that he would continue to consume.

Harmore couldn't bear it anymore, got up angrily and cursed at Saiman who was on the sofa, "Get out, get out."

The finger pointing at the door of the room trembled, outraged.

His long silver hair hangs down, and he wears a close-fitting white silk nightgown. Under the moonlight, he looks like a fairy who does not eat fireworks.

Saiman, who was sitting on the sofa by the window, just quietly looked at Harmore on the opposite bed with a slight smile.

Seeing Saiman laughing, Ha Moore's lungs were about to explode, so he picked up the pillow and threw Saiman's face angrily.

Saiman tilted his head easily to dodge, the pillow hit the sofa, bounced and fell to the ground, lying limply beside Saiman's feet.

Having failed to hit Saiman, Harmore picked up another pillow and threw it at him furiously.

It is true that this time it was aimed at Saiman's face, but before hitting Saiman's face, Saiman's big hand caught it and threw it on the sofa.

"Okay, if you don't want to go, I'll go."

Harmore got off the bed angrily, and strode towards the door of the room.

Saiman finally reacted, got up and took a brisk walk, intercepted Harmore halfway, and carried it directly.

"Let go of me, let go."

Harmore roared and struggled, and slapped Saiman on the back forcefully, his long hair drooping.

Saiman didn't speak, but stooped to put out the cigarette into the ashtray on the coffee table, and then threw Hamoel on the sofa.

Harmore was already weak, and Saiman was so tall, he was dizzy from this throw, and he had no strength to resist.

Does this damn man treat me like a sandbag?

Harmore stood up on the sofa, feeling dizzy.

He raised his head and was about to scold Saiman, but Saiman took the initiative to lean over to him, and looked at him with his big hands supporting the sofa, feeling full of oppression.

The moonlight reflected on his emerald green eyes, adding a touch of bottomless profundity, as if it could suck people in.

Anyone else would have been afraid of that, but Harmore wasn't.

"Is this interesting?"

he asked Saiman angrily.

Saiman replied with pursed lips, "It's really interesting, our Lord Hamoore doesn't get angry easily."

After finishing speaking, he picked up Hammer's silver-white hair with his fingertips, and kissed it on his lips.

Harmore just watched his hair slipping from Saiman's fingertips, frowning slightly.

He found out that the angrier he was, the happier Saiman was.

"Is it that hard to admit that you care about me?"

Saiman raised his hand and stroked Hammer's face, he was not angry, but smiled affectionately.

"Why didn't I realize that you are still a love brain." Harmore said unceremoniously to Saiman.

After all, there are a lot of enemies now, but Saiman only wants to fall in love with him.

The damaged Saiman smiled instead of anger, "I will be the brain that you want me to be, and the decision is in your hands."

When Harmore heard this, he didn't show a blushing and shy face, nor was he moved, because he only wanted Saiman to make a career, instead of just thinking about improving him all day long.

Suddenly, Saiman frowned, because there were a lot of red spots on his body.

Saiman, who had been pointed at twice by this broken thing, came up immediately, picked up the ashtray on the coffee table, and threw it at the window angrily, the glass fell in response, and his roar followed, "Get out."

The snipers outside were taken aback and immediately put away their weapons in a hurry.

Speechless subordinate, "You don't believe me when they say the two of them aren't fighting."

Straight male cancer captain, "Master Harmole was thrown out, I must have thought that was the case!"

Wuyu's subordinate, "That's called fun, do you understand fun?"

The straight male cancer captain didn't understand, what kind of fun is that, everyone threw it out.

"Let's go, or the second prince will be really angry in a while."

The others hurried away, not daring to stay longer, because at this moment Saiman was staring at them with a murderous expression.

Watching this scene, Hamoel was speechless with his hands on his forehead, and he knew that Saiman was holding a grudge, so he threw an ashtray to warn the snipers outside.

"What are you angry with them for?"

Hamel frowned and said Saiman.

Saiman didn't stop talking, and suddenly lowered his head to Harmore, and tentatively kissed Harmore on the lips.

Harmore was taken aback for a moment, but only for a moment, and closed his eyes the next second.

Harmore's non-resistance made Saiman feel happy, and slowly deepened the gap between them.

Hamoore's men subconsciously grabbed Saiman's clothes and raised his head slightly.

It took a long time before the two separated, panting slightly and pursing their lips as they looked at each other.

Saiman picked up Harmore, and the one who sat down on the sofa let Harmore sit on him.

Harmore, who thought he was about to be thrown again, hugged Saiman's neck nervously, obviously frightened.

"Don't worry, I won't throw you."

Saiman said with a smile, stroking Harmore's frightened face with his hands, as if to comfort him.

Hummer, who hugged Saiman's neck, blushed for breath and said nothing, just looking at Saiman's face like a lifetime ago.

He really has been watching Saiman so closely for a long time, and Saiman is the same.

They looked at each other under the moonlight, one was tall and strong, the other was charming and weak with long hair reaching waist, the shadows reflected on the coffee table behind them seemed to form a beautiful painting.