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

"What's so bad?"

After taking a sip of the wine, Fan Prison wiped his mouth in disgust, and frowned at the amber liquid in the glass.

The boss immediately smiled, "We only have these foreign wines here. You also know that our side is full of deserts. Wine and water are all luxuries, even if they are cheap outside, we can't buy them here."

"The foreign wine I use to take a bath is fucking better than this."

Fan Prison put the cup heavily on the tea table, not wanting to touch this damn thing again.

What he usually drinks is all the wine in He Zheng's wine cabinet, which ranges from hundreds of thousands to tens of millions. He still dislikes a million, not to mention this bad and unauthentic foreign wine.

"The two families are really rich! The foreign wine is used to bathe."

The boss chuckled and poured a glass of water for Fan Prison calmly.

Fan Prison glanced at the boss, seeing that he still picked up the glass of water and drank it with his head up, and he still understood the reason why he didn't reach out to hit the smiling face.

He Zheng put his arms around Fan Prison's waist, drank the wine one by one, and kept stroking Fan Prison's waist with his thumb.

Fan Prison got used to it, and didn't turn around to talk about He Zheng, but picked up the juice they brought over on the sofa and unscrewed it to drink, but He Zheng suddenly snatched it away.

The people in the Vatican Prison were stunned, "Why are you stealing my juice!"

He Zheng didn't speak, put down his wine glass, unscrewed the juice and poured it into the last empty glass.

"I'll just drink from the bottle."

Fan Prison muttered, reaching out to get that glass of juice, but who knew that He Zheng gave it to the boss.

Fan Prison looked at He Zheng in disbelief, touched his forehead, "Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

If He Zheng didn't go back to the Vatican Prison, he put the juice in front of the boss and smiled kindly, "This is a new juice launched by our company. I want to promote and sell it here. You can try it to see if it suits the taste of the local people."

ah?How could I not know when his jewelry company sold juice?

Fan Prison frowned and looked at He Zheng who opened his eyes and told nonsense, and then touched He Zheng's forehead.

He Zheng was not angry, and continued to sit back on the sofa, picked up the glass of wine and continued to drink.

The boss was hesitant at first, but when he saw that He Zheng drank that glass of wine again, he didn't hesitate, picked up the juice and poured it directly into his mouth.

After drinking it, the boss still felt a little delicious, and wiped his mouth with unfinished thoughts.

"It tastes good!"

He Zheng asked the boss.

The boss smiled, "It's not bad, it's really good, what kind of fruit is this, it's so wonderful."

But just after the question was finished, the boss suddenly felt weak, and the whole box was turning around.

He frantically slapped his forehead and shook his head vigorously, but the surroundings still kept turning.

No matter how stupid the boss was, he knew something was wrong. He held onto the coffee table and pointed at He Zheng with a trembling finger and asked angrily, "You... what did you give me to drink?"

He Zheng didn't speak, and calmly put the cup back on the tea table, squeezed his big hands back to the waist of Fan Prison, and looked at the boss coldly.

The boss looked astonished, "Why you, you're fine after drinking that glass of wine, and you, you're fine after drinking that glass of water."

"Why, gold grows in your things, can we produce gold if we drink it?"

Fan Prison looked at the boss speechlessly, leaned comfortably into He Zheng's arms and stroked the cat, and raised his head to ask He Zheng, "What the hell is this psychopath talking about?"

"Play with Xiaobaicai, I'll take care of it."

He Zheng bowed his head and kissed Fan Prison, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message. After a while, 49 entered the box, grabbed the dizzy boss's hair and pushed his head into the ice bucket.

"what…………"

It was a bit cold at night in this city, the boss who had his fat face forced into the ice bucket screamed in pain, and the whole box was filled with his miserable voice.

The music downstairs was deafening, and he didn't hear the sound of the boss killing a pig, and he kept twisting his waist.

"what's the situation?"

The Vatican Prison was stunned.

He Zheng, "This is a black shop, and any tourists who come here will be stunned by the boss and sent to the auction house."

Fan Prison seemed to hear something unbelievable, and its eyes widened. This is the fucking 21st century!

"No, why are we all right?"

Obviously both he and He Zheng drank the food here.

"Ye Xiao knew the rules of this black shop from the very beginning. Ji Cheng gave us the antidote in advance, and the bottle of water I gave you when you entered the shop contained the antidote."

No wonder he didn't stop watching me drink.

Fan Prison's face darkened, "Why didn't you tell me from the beginning?"

"I'll just remember, you are in charge of playing."

After He Zheng finished speaking, he bowed his head and kissed Fan Prison in his arms.

Fan Prison smiled instantly, and it was done with one sentence.

In fact, He Zheng was worried that Vatican Prison would kill the boss ahead of time, so he didn't tell Vatican Prison.

As for the bottle of juice, He Zheng put something in advance, and the amount was very large. The target was the boss. The boss foolishly thought that He Zheng was tricked by the Vatican prison, but in fact, he himself was the plate of Chinese food.

"Don't kill me."

He Zheng blocked 49.

49 did not let go of the boss immediately, but pressed the boss's head hard, making him drink several mouthfuls of ice water before picking it up, and threw it on the ground.

The boss lying on the ground was coughing and spitting water frantically, his face turned pale.

49 grabbed the boss's hair, pressed the boss's head and kicked his knees to make him kneel toward He Zheng and the others, his face darkened.

"Sure enough, you can't provoke a man whose wife isn't around."

He Zheng sighed, 49 was under pressure along the way, and he didn't dare to provoke him.

"You... what do you want to do, do you know whose territory this is?"

The boss yelled at He Zheng, his eyes widening.

"what…………"

His hand was broken abruptly by 49, and the bones at the elbow were pierced out of the flesh.

"Fuck, my wife just fills me up if she doesn't complain."

The Vatican prison backed away, covered the cat's eyes and nestled into He Zheng's arms, not wanting to be hurt.

49 The indifferent face does not speak, when the Vatican is farting.