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

Han Mo, who was brought back to He's house by Ji Cheng in the morning

He woke up in a daze, and the light in the room was already on.

He wanted to get up, but he was so sore that he couldn't get up.

Han Mo's face turned red when he remembered what happened.

He quickly fumbled for his mobile phone, and opened it to see that it was past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Han Mo was frightened, he only remembered that he passed out halfway.

From eleven o'clock in the morning to eleven o'clock in the evening, does he intend to let me walk out of He's house alive?

Han Mo covered his face with his hands, the kind with the back of his hands being ashamed.

With a click, the bathroom door was opened, and Ji Cheng came out from inside, only wearing a towel.

Han Mo who heard the voice immediately looked over, and Ji Cheng's tall and burly body immediately came into view.

Han Mo's eyes widened, and he hurriedly looked away, his heart beating wildly.

Seeing that Han Mo woke up, Ji Cheng quickly walked towards him, put his big hand on his forehead while sitting by the bed, and repeatedly compared it with his own body temperature.

It's okay.

Ji Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, Han Mo suddenly fainted and startled him.

Han Mo, whose forehead was touched, didn't speak. He kept looking aside and didn't dare to look at Ji Cheng, his face was very red.

Would he think I was weird, agree to come back with him and then avoid him afterwards?

Han Mo was thinking nervously in his heart, but it is really impossible for him to look at Ji Cheng now.

"Angry?"

Ji Cheng asked, his eyes fell on Han Mo's face.

"Why am I angry?"

Han Mo muttered back, pulled the quilt to cover half of his face, and lay on his side.

Ji Cheng apologized reflectively, "I didn't know you were so weak."

"You are too strong!"

Han Mo blushed and said to Ji Cheng, he didn't think he was weak.

When Ji Cheng heard this, the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched, wondering if he felt that Han Mo was praising him for his good physique.

"Cough, I'm hungry."

Han Mo cleared his throat and said embarrassingly, his stomach growled as soon as he woke up.

"I'll go downstairs and get you something to eat."

Ji Cheng got up and went to the closet, and changed into a nightgown.

Han Mo glanced furtively, and saw that Ji Cheng's figure was too good, tall and powerful.

What am I thinking?

Han Mo covered his head with the quilt, his face was as red as a boiled shrimp.

"wait me back."

Ji Cheng lowered his head and kissed Han Mo's head through the quilt, and walked quickly to the door, closing the door lightly.

As soon as Ji Cheng left, Han Mo came out of the quilt and covered his face with his hands again.

He had actually reached this point with his ex-boyfriend who had only met for a day and a half, at rocket speed.

Although the progress was faster, Han Mo did not regret it.

When Ji Cheng hugged him, he was very relieved, and the panic of the past 11 years disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Han Mo looked down at his hand in a daze, and clenched it slightly, "Should I grab him? He is also good to Xiao Miao, and he should be able to help me protect Xiao Miao."

Moreover, he doesn't look like someone who will always give up and give up, and he has a good attitude towards me. He is still waiting for me after 11 years. It is estimated that this type of person is hard to find now.

"That's right, too much strength."

Han Mo covered his hot face again, Ji Cheng's muscles are not a joke, after all, his career is there.

"Will I often pass out halfway in the future?" Han Mo became more and more frightened as he thought about it.

Ji Cheng downstairs, he didn't know that Han Mo was frightened by his excessive demands, so he opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients for supper.

About 15 minutes later, Ji Cheng took two fried rice with eggs and went upstairs to the room.

Han Mo had already put on his bathrobe and regained some strength. He was sitting on the sofa eating fried rice.

Sitting across from him, Ji Cheng handed Han Mo a glass of water, "It might be a little dry."

"It's good to fill your stomach."

Han Mo was not picky, so he took a sip of the water.

When he put down the cup, he glanced at Ji Cheng, who was eating silently across the way, feeling a little excited.

At this moment, Ji Cheng also raised his head, and the two met their gazes.

"Want to eat this from me?"

Ji Cheng asked straightly, and handed his fried rice to Han Mo.

Han Mo was suddenly speechless, and said to Ji Cheng, "Admiral Ji clearly saw how such a smart person could be so dull."

"Your body hasn't recovered, so it's not suitable for long-term exercise."

Ji Cheng said such a sentence to Han Mo, and said it seriously.

Han Mo's face immediately burned up, but he didn't mean that.

Also, how could someone say such a thing in such a serious way?

"that's not what it means?"

Seeing Han Mo's expression was wrong, Ji Cheng looked at Han Mo and asked.

Han Mo pressed his forehead to force himself to calm down, cursing won't solve the problem.

"I'm rather stupid. If you have something to say, you can just say it. If you say something wrong that makes you unhappy, you can correct it." Ji Cheng said.

Han Mo was a little annoyed when he heard Ji Cheng's words, and lost his temper instantly. A dignified general can put down his posture for him like this.

If Han Mo had taken it for granted in the past, after all, his mother had a noble status, and it was perfectly normal for others to accommodate him.

But now that his mother is dead, he is no longer the noble Dasli, but the fleeing Han Mo.

"Thank you for telling me Xiao Miao's identity."

Han Mo thanked Ji Cheng, and looked at Ji Cheng with a little more shyness.

Ji Cheng didn't speak, and looked at Han Mo quietly, and said after a long time, "I climbed up to this position so that I won't regret it in the future, as long as you need me, I will always be there."

Han Mo was stunned when he heard this. No one had ever said such a thing to him except Uncle Da.

His heart warmed up. Although his strength was a little stronger, this man really loved him.