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

He Zheng's room

"Is he all right doctor?"

Fan Prison asked nervously, asking the doctor all the time.

The doctor who was sitting by the bed to examine Han Mo took off his stethoscope and looked up at Fan Prison speechless. Fan Prison hadn't stopped talking since he came in.

Fan Prison shut up immediately, I won't bother you, please continue to look at the face.

The doctor put on the stethoscope again and continued to examine Han Mo.

Han Mo, who was lying under the quilt, didn't say a word, but kept crying, looking out the window with red eyes.

He remembered everything, how his parents were brutally killed, and how he lost his memory.

On the day when Ji Cheng was not there, the enemy rushed into the villa, and all the guards who protected them were killed, and he and his parents were also seriously injured.

In order to prevent the enemy from finding him, his parents hid him in the simple basement of the room, and he just watched from below as his parents had their nails pulled out, their flesh cut off and their faces scalded, which was horrible.

Unable to bear the blow, he fainted halfway, and when he woke up, he saw the broken and cold corpses of his parents.

He sat with his parents' corpses in his arms for the whole night, and waited for Ji Cheng all night, his tears ran dry and Ji Cheng didn't come back.

Finally, Ji Cheng came back at dawn, but his heart was also dead.

The person who clearly said that he would protect him and his parents for the rest of his life broke his promise and cheated him of his feelings.

He frantically beat Ji Cheng to drive him away, and Ji Cheng really left without looking back.

Han Mo thought that Ji Cheng didn't want him anymore, so he burst into tears, and fainted again under the double blow.

When he woke up, his parents had already been buried by Uncle Da. He said that the burial was just a simple burial in a place, because they were fleeing, and they were not even qualified to hold a funeral for his parents.

With his parents gone, Han Mo lost the courage to live and tried to commit suicide, but was rescued by Uncle Da.

He hugged his body and cried, choked up and asked Uncle Da, "Why...why wasn't I the one who died?"

Uncle Da's eyes were red, and he patted Han Mo on the back to comfort him, "You have to live a good life for Master and Madam, and you can't let them die in vain."

"I can't do it. When I close my eyes, I see them being tortured. I can't live with peace of mind."

Han Mo cried bitterly. He was helpless at the time in his early twenties, and his whole heart seemed to be hollowed out.

"If only... if I didn't have these memories, as long as I don't have these memories, I will live well for my parents."

Han Mo, who hugged himself tightly, buried his head in his knees, sobbing and crying.

Uncle Da was serious when he heard this, he hypnotized Han Mo, and made Han Mo forget those terrible memories as Han Mo wanted, even erasing the time when he met Ji Cheng.

When Han Mo opened his eyes again, Ji Cheng had disappeared from his world, as if he had never appeared.

Uncle Da lied to him that his parents were separated from them for asylum, and asked him to follow him to country H to wait for his parents.

Without any doubt, Han Mo followed Uncle Da to his subordinate's home, which was the Han family.

Uncle Da used a large sum of money to ask Master Han to adopt Han Mo as his adopted son, changed Han Mo's original name, used the name Han Mo to conceal his identity, and dyed Han Mo's blond hair into black hair, fooling the royal family. hunt down.

During the daytime today, Han Mo suddenly regained his memory. He thought that Ji Cheng didn't want him anymore, and with the death of his parents, he wanted to escape from Ji Cheng, so he quarreled with Ji Cheng.

Ji Cheng got very angry at that time and smashed a lot of things. Han Mo was so frightened that he kept crying.

Ji Cheng had never been violent to him before, and he always let him pamper him, so he would naturally be frightened when he got angry suddenly.

"Did Ji Cheng be so violent to him, so he was sick?"

Fan Prison was extremely vague, knowing that the doctor could understand.

He is single-celled and careless, but he still knows how to be ashamed.

The doctor opened the medicine box, gave Han Mo a drip, and said, "He is just sad and has a fever."

But after speaking, the doctor added, "Half of the reason is lack of sleep."

"Not abused?"

Fan Prison blurted out.

The doctor was annoyed, looked at Fan Prison and asked, "Why, you hope you were abused?"

"Fuck, I mean that again, he was tied up, so who the hell can't misunderstand!" Fan Prison said loudly.

Not to mention the Vatican Prison, He Zheng also misunderstood that scene.

"He didn't do anything to me, he just tied me up and wouldn't let me go."

Han Mo, who was already leaning on the bedside, had a hoarse voice, and he nodded his head in gratitude to Chao He Zheng and Fan Prison.

He Zheng looked at Han Mo and said nothing, he wanted to be a peacemaker but didn't know what happened.

"Fuck, why are you looking at him all the time!"

Fan Prison slapped He Zheng's eyes to prevent him from looking at Han Mo, and was furious.

He Zheng's eyeballs were almost photographed, the strength of Fan Prison was really no joke.

"I'm warning you! No matter how long you've known each other or how good your relationship is, it's all in the past. He's my man now." Fan Prison said loudly to Han Mo.

Han Mo was not angry, and looked at the Vatican prison quietly. He did not expect that such a taciturn He Zheng would find such a rowdy wife.

Could it be that he is the boy that the senior said, the boy who helped him when he was a child?

"Why are you looking at me!" Fan Prison, who was stared at by Han Mo, was inexplicably unhappy, and the next second he suddenly avoided the face behind He Zheng, "I am only interested in He Zheng, other men are not interested .”

Han Mo was very sad at first, but now he felt relieved after being so troubled by the Brahma Prison.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said to He Zheng, "It's better to be a senior with a good eye. You can't find this type with a lantern."

"That is, it doesn't matter who I am."

Before He Zheng could speak, Fan Prison was already smugly triumphant.

He Zheng raised his forehead, what Han Mo just said was half a compliment and half a loss, but the Vatican Prison couldn't understand it.

Suddenly the smile on Han Mo's face froze, and he saw Ji Cheng at the door.

The two looked at each other, one looked indifferent and the other looked uncomfortable.