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

"You fucking look at me! Why are you in a daze?"

He Zheng meditated and didn't speak, which made the Vatican Prison violent, and he kicked He Zheng in the chest with his back leaning on the dining table.

He Zheng looked up at the Vatican Prison. He felt hurt from being kicked, but he was not angry, and looked at the Vatican Prison quietly.

He couldn't imagine what would be the point of surviving if the Vatican Prison was gone.

What is the housekeeper's mood now? His father has passed away for a long time. How painful it is for him to guard such a big He family alone and wait for them to come back.

Or is it that the butler has been looking forward to their return, and after fulfilling this wish, he will go to accompany his father.

At this time, He Zheng was in a complicated mood, and he frowned exasperatedly.

He grew up outside since he was a child, and although he has no feelings for this father, he has always admired him.

Perhaps because he had put his father and the housekeeper's affairs on himself and the Brahma Prison, He Zheng felt suffocated for a while.

He didn't worry when the Vatican left him and ran around, because he knew that he could find the Vatican, and the Vatican would come back after losing his temper.

But it’s different when the person is gone, that person disappeared in this world no matter how hard you look for it, and it’s impossible to find it, and it’s impossible to return to you. The sense of despair can directly overwhelm a person, and breathing is like being cut by someone. It hurts, it hurts so much.

"Damn it, I'm here and you still wander into space?"

Fan Prison became more and more angry and wanted to kick He Zheng, but He Zheng looked at him with a complicated face, stroked his face and said in a low voice, "Don't run around hereafter."

"Why! Are you afraid you won't find me?"

The Vatican Prison no longer leaned on the dining table to look at He Zheng, and put his arms around He Zheng's neck with a smug look on his face.

He Zheng nodded, didn't speak but looked very seriously.

The smile on Fan Prison's face slowly receded, and he always felt that He Zheng was very sad at this time.

No matter how I run 49, I will be found. Why is he so nervous?

Vatican Prison was not as thoughtful as He Zheng's, and he didn't see the relationship between the housekeeper and He Zheng's father, let alone He Zheng's fear at this time.

"You're suddenly so serious that I'm getting nervous."

Fan Prison muttered in a low voice, his voice was cautious, and so were his eyes looking at He Zheng.

He Zheng didn't explain to Fan Prison what happened to the housekeeper and his father, and raised his hand to caress the face of Fan Prison sitting on his lap. He didn't say a word but his face was full of worry.

What are you doing weirdly?

The Ma Daha in Vatican Prison scratched his head, unable to understand what He Zheng meant.

"What, are you hungry?"

Fan Prison asked He Zheng with a puzzled look, and put He Zheng's big hand on his waist after speaking.

He Zheng didn't answer this topic, but raised his head and kissed Fan Prison on the lips, interlocking fingers with Fan Prison, and asked Fan Prison to respond a little eagerly.

Fan Prison blinked stupidly, but opened his mouth honestly.

When He Zheng let go of him, his breathing was a little messy, and he was struggling to breathe. He looked at He Zheng in confusion, "You...what's your situation?"

"fine."

He Zheng kissed and went down to the Brahma Prison, but he still didn't explain, how should he explain, telling the Brahma Prison that he found that the relationship between the housekeeper and his father was not simple, or that he was worried that one day he would be separated from the Brahma Prison just like the housekeeper?

No matter what it is, this topic is too heavy, and it's okay for him to suffer alone. There is no need to let the Vatican Prison panic.

"I don't know what you're worried about, but I won't run anymore, so don't worry!"

Fan Prison assured He Zheng and patted his chest vigorously.

He Zheng nodded silently, stroked Fan Prison's lips, and believed Fan Prison's words, but he couldn't relax his heart.

Ji Cheng, who had been standing at the entrance of the dining room for a long time, walked into the dining room when he saw that He Zheng had broken up with Fan Prison. With a plate in his hand, he walked gloomyly towards the kitchen.

Seeing Ji Cheng coming in, Fan Prison immediately complained, "I thought you planned to spend your whole life in the room, are you willing to go out?"

Facing the ridicule from the Vatican Prison, Ji Cheng didn't speak, and went straight into the kitchen, seeing that his mood was not right, and he would not be so indifferent usually.

Fan Prison didn't notice, and looked at Ji Cheng's disappearing direction speechlessly and muttered, "He just messes around when he has nothing to do. Han Moke hasn't been out of the room for a week. I don't know how many days have passed!"

"Damn it! It shouldn't be, it's dead inside!"

Fan Prison quickly withdrew its gaze from the direction of the kitchen, and looked at He Zheng in horror.

He Zheng didn't say a word, but looked up towards the kitchen, feeling that it was impossible.

He knew that Ji Cheng had met Han Mo for several years, but if he continued like this, something would really happen. After all, Han Mo looked weak at first, and it was no joke to face a family like Ji Cheng.

"Damn it, go upstairs and have a look!"

Fan Prison urged He Zheng, in a hurry.

He used to run away often and was punished by He Zheng. He was punished as soon as he opened his eyes. He was so strong that even a strong person like him would be afraid, let alone a weak person like Han Mo.

"He's measured."

He Zheng picked up the Vatican Prison, got up and walked out of the dining room, went upstairs to sleep, and he didn't plan to take care of what he shouldn't.

But it was obvious that Ji Cheng's expression was not right just now, he didn't say hello, and the air pressure was still very low.

Could it be that Uncle Da is not here, and Han Mo recovered his memory after stopping the medicine?

He Zheng then got a headache, and there was always a bad feeling in his heart.

He carried the Vatican Prison and hurried upstairs, put down the Vatican Prison on the second floor, and strode towards Ji Cheng's room.

He twisted the doorknob hard, but it locked.

"what's the situation?"

Fan Prison hurriedly followed, feeling that something was wrong.

"You step back."

"okay."

The Vatican Prison retreated immediately, and then He Zheng kicked the door open with a violent roundabout kick.

It was pitch black, and the lights in the room were not turned on.

He Zheng's heart skipped a beat, he quickly turned on the light, and Han Mo, whose hands were tied to the head of the bed, came into sight instantly.

His eyes were red, and his face was full of tears. Seeing He Zheng's tears became more and more uncontrollable, and kept falling.