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

Harmore, lying facing the window, he couldn't fall asleep, staring at the night outside the villa in a daze.

Saiman frowned when he woke up and saw that Harmoel had not fallen asleep.

He leaned against Hamel, hugged Hamel's waist from behind, kissed Hamel's ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "Can't you sleep?"

Harmore, who was being hugged, didn't move, he was thinking about what to do next.

"what happened?"

Seeing no reply from Harmore, Saiman hugged him towards her.

There was no light in the room, and Saiman could only look at Harmore's face through the faint moonlight outside the window.

Seeing that Harmore was worried, he raised his hand and stroked Harmore's cheek, "Is it because I am worried that Aiwen will be taken away by Shen Tianyu and the others, and my mother can't get in touch with Aiwen and make you angry?"

Hamoore didn't shake his head or nod, but said in a dull voice, "We have gradually understood Aiwen now, and we know what kind of person he is, we can guard against him, but if Aiwen hasn't contacted the queen, she will send new enemies to us It’s hard to fight back if you don’t know who it is.”

After listening to it, Saiman knew Harmore's worry. He touched Harmore's face and remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You're still in a daze."

Harmore cursed in a low voice, angrily paying no attention to it.

"I'm just wondering who else my mother can use. Basically, I know some people around her, but I don't know about the killers cultivated in the dark, but Sai'an will probably know some clues."

Saiman explained to Harmore, put his arm under Harmore's head, let Harmore rest on his arm, bowed his head and kissed Harmore's forehead.

Harmore looked up at Saiman, "Do you want to join forces with Saiman?"

"It is now confirmed that Sai'an is a victim just like me, and we have nothing to lose by joining forces with him."

Harmore frowned when he heard this, "What if your brother agrees to cooperate with the condition that he wants to sit in that position in the future?"

"He is not suitable for that position." Saiman's voice confirmed, "I don't know what he thinks now, but I am sure of one thing, that is, he knows that his life has been controlled by my queen mother, so he will definitely not do it again. Wanting to return to the palace where he has been locked up for 30 years is unlikely to be interested in the throne."

Harmore didn't speak after listening, as long as Sai'an is not interested in that position, everything is easy to say, after all, he belongs to Sai's side.

But there is one more thing that makes Harmore irritated now, that is, Seid seems to have no interest in that position, and he circles around Shen all day long.

"Can the men in your family be more aggressive?"

Harmore frowned and said angrily, one head and two big.

In the past, Harmore felt that these princes would definitely fight to the death for the throne, but in the end these brothers were all love brains.

But it can't be blamed on Saimanside, they have been short of love since they were young, and love is naturally more precious when they finally find a soul mate. For them, the throne is extremely dirty, and they don't want to give it away for nothing.

"Said is on His Highness's side. His mother and concubine will definitely not let it go, and will definitely deal with you and your brother whenever there is a chance. I don't know how long my father can stabilize the situation."

Thinking of these things, Hammer felt tired and frowned frequently.

The problem now is that none of the princes want the throne, but their mothers all want that position, and they have no choice as retainers.

"Is it necessary to be so troublesome? Just destroy that kind of broken royal family. Anyway, if we don't want it, we will join hands to destroy it." Saiman said indifferently.

"Since His Highness is so powerful, why did you throw a bomb and blow up the royal family?"

Harmore raised his head and gave Saiman a blank look, out of anger.

"It's not impossible, as long as our Lord Harmoll accompany me to eat this prison meal, I will naturally be willing to help."

Saiman didn't have a serious hippie smile, and he touched Harmoll's stomach with his big hand.

Harmore immediately frowned, the way Saiman touched his stomach was really strange, as if there was a baby in it.

Just thinking about it, Saiman suddenly smiled and said to Hamoel, "The novels of country H are very interesting, such as having children or having a special physique. In short, in their novels, the person who looks as beautiful as you and has long hair must be a A good wife who will give birth."

Harmore was so angry that he was speechless, but Saiman was still in the mood to read online novels.

"Not to mention, our Lord Harmoll must be a good mother if he can give birth."

Saiman was full of teasing, and raised Harmore's chin with his fingers, making Harmore look up at him.

Harmore patted Saiman's finger angrily, what a mess, how can a man be a mother.

"Should we try, maybe this special physique really exists?"

Saiman's pleasant low voice coaxed Harmore, smiled and touched Harmore's stomach, and looked directly at Harmore.

Harmore didn't get used to Saiman, looked at Saiman and warned, "Your Highness feels uncomfortable sleeping in the room and wants me to throw you out to sleep?"

This threat has no deterrent effect on Saiman, no, he turned over and bullied Harmore, and put his hands on top of Harmore's head with a wicked smile, "If you accompany me out, I can accept sleep." Outside, it is difficult for the guards outside, after all, their eyes might be gouged out by me."

It was obvious that Saiman meant that Harmore dared to throw him out of the room, so he killed Harmore, or in front of his subordinates.

Harmore had never seen such a thick-skinned man so angry that he wanted to break free from Saiman, but Saiman was too strong for him to fight.

This man is really...

Unable to break free, Hamel was so angry that he couldn't speak, and could only glare at Saiman who was on him.

Saiman kept smiling and didn't speak. After all, Hamoel's long silver hair was hanging loose, his face was flushed with anger, and the scene of his nightgown being disheveled couldn't be better.