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

"It's just inexplicable. Kiss me for a while and laugh for a while. Are you out of your mind?" Fan Prison raised his hand and touched He Zheng's forehead to check his temperature.

He Zheng had long been accustomed to Brahman's brain circuit, so he took Brahman's hand touching his forehead, let Brahmall sit in his arms with his back to him, hugged Brahman's waist and kissed the back of his neck.

Fan Prison was stunned for a moment, looked up at He Zheng behind him and asked seriously, "You really don't want it?"

"There's too little room in the car."

He Zheng breathed out his breath and whispered in the ear of the Vatican Prison, it seems that he was provoked by the Vatican Prison.

The corners of Fan Prison's mouth immediately curled up, triumphant in his heart, and he insisted that he would not touch him, but he didn't mean that.

"I'll sit on your lap right now, it's so convenient, are you sure you want to refuse?"

Fan Prison raised eyebrows and asked He Zheng, who was hugging his waist, that he was not afraid of death at all.

He Zheng hugged the Vatican Prison's waist tightly, suppressing his voice, "Do you want to live in the basement again?"

"Fuck, I'm fucking crazy to go to that shitty basement."

Goosebumps arose in Vatican Prison, and his mind was full of all kinds of unnamed things that He Zheng used to educate him, and he was afraid just thinking about it.

"Don't want to go and light the fire?"

"I fucking know I'm wrong, I'll keep doing it!"

The Vatican Prison didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, otherwise He Zheng would have to lock him in the basement to clean up when he returned home.

"I can apologize now! Don't hold grudges after you return to China."

Fan Prison made it clear to He Zheng that it seemed that he was really afraid of the basement.

He Zheng smiled, and hugged Fan Prison tightly in his arms, "You don't like that basement?"

"My brain is fine, why do I like that thing!"

The Vatican Prison scolded and was very angry.

"Dare to run if you don't like it."

Fan Prison shut up and didn't dare to speak, after all, it was his own fault.

"Then you can't just close it for two months! I'm almost fucked to death by you." Fan Prison complained.

He Zheng grasped the point when he heard Fan Prison say this, "Don't you hate me for locking you up?"

"Why do I hate it? It's because I made a mistake first. It's normal for you to get angry and deal with me, but I don't like it after too long." Vatican Prison discussed with He Zheng seriously.

The corners of He Zheng's mouth curled up again. Fan Prison is a man who accepts death. If he makes a mistake, he will be punished. He doesn't think there is anything wrong.

"If you like the basement, then let's live there for a week every month. I'm fine for a week, so let's play with a new trick." Vatican Prison leaned comfortably into He Zheng's arms and said.

"You didn't do anything wrong, there's no need to live in that basement."

He Zheng kissed Xia Fan Prison on the cheek with a low and gentle voice.

"Give you a chance to shut me down, what a brain!"

The Vatican Prison also became disgusted, making He Zheng laugh out loud.

"Why are you laughing, I'm trying to match your preferences, but you still refuse."

Fan Prison gave He Zheng an elbow in the stomach and lost his temper.

The smile on He Zheng's face never faded. He knew that what Fan Prison said was true, not just lip service.

"Where do you go to find a wife as good as me, just have fun secretly."

Fan Prison's tone sounded so airy, and he lazily leaned into He Zheng's arms.

He Zheng smiled and said nothing, but it was tantamount to acquiescing. Indeed, no one could compare to his wife.

"You were angry with me just now, kiss me and coax me quickly."

Fan Prison suddenly looked up at He Zheng's orders behind him, grabbed He Zheng's collar domineeringly, and pulled He Zheng towards him.

He Zheng smiled and lowered his head obediently, and after a while, the shadow of their kiss was reflected on the car window.

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Tianyu, Ye Miao and the others arrived at the outskirts of the slum.

The slum covers a very large area, and you can't see the end at a glance. As far as the eye can see, there are dilapidated houses. There are rows of one-story houses and wooden houses, and some are two-story iron houses. Those handrails and steps are stained with rust. Looking at the house, which is five or sixty years old, it seems that it may collapse at any time.

There are no cement roads in the slums, only sand roads and loess roads, which have been walked away without a blade of grass, which shows that there are really many people living in the slums.

Fortunately, the road is very wide, and there is nothing wrong with driving a car, but the road is not easy to walk, full of potholes.

Jonah drove the car to the front, parked next to Shen Tianyu's car, got out of the car, walked to Shen Tianyu's car window and said to Shen Tianyu inside, "It's too big for us to drive in like this, and it's easy to be targeted by the forces inside."

"I'm afraid they won't keep an eye on us."

Shen Tianyu's voice is very interesting.

Jonah made a sound, looking worried, Ye Miao was the only prince, and also the son whom Byrne recognized, if something happened to him, Byrne would not take his skin off.

"I have my own plan, just drive the car in."

Shen Tianyu explained to the hesitant Jonah outside the car.

Jonah was still worried, and bent down to ask Ye Miao's opinion, but the corner of his mouth twitched violently, Ye Miao was already assembling the weapon, humming happily.

Why do I have the feeling that your highness is going to kill me?

Jonah wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. In the past two days, he has asked Shen Tianyu and Shen Mu Hezheng 49 their subordinates, and learned that their little Highness is very capable of making troubles. When everyone mentions Ye Miao, they all talk about it. The chattering of the tongue roughly means that Ye Miao is very good at martial arts, but Fajona doesn't know why.

They must not be joking with me!Your Highness, this little one, how good is his skill?

Jonah kept staring at Ye Miao. It is true that Ye Miao was very familiar with the movements of assembling the weapon, and it was done in one go, but whether it is used well or not is another matter!

We brought so many people, it should be fine!

Jonah comforted himself so much in his heart, feeling like he was paralyzed.

"If you don't go in for a while, it will be afternoon."

After assembling the weapon, Ye Miao saw that Jonah was still there, and reminded him.

"Okay, then I will let the knight's car follow you. They are all people who have been with the adults for more than ten years. They are all good at skills. The knight uniforms on their bodies also have a certain deterrent effect on the people here."

"You can arrange it."

Ye Miao didn't care too much, and aimed at the weapon to test the feel.

Seeing Ye Miao being so casual, Jonah felt a little more uneasy.

But Shen Tianyu didn't panic at all, and the other people behind him were also very calm, so Jonah had no choice but to get back into the car and drive the car ahead, leading Shen Tianyu, Ye Miao and the others into the slum.

Along the way, people in the slums came out of their homes curiously to look at the passing cars, and some stood on the open-air walkway on the second floor and watched without blinking.

It was the first time for them to see such a good car enter the slums, and it was still such a huge team.

There were a few men in the crowd staring furtively at the car, and one of them pressed the old bluetooth headset next to his ear and reported, "They are here, and they should be heading to the Central District."

"Keep an eye on it."

The man ended the call, put his mobile phone on the table, and said to the other four faction leaders sitting at the long table, "According to my investigation, they are all from country H, and they want to open factories in our slums For business, it means that we want to hire our local people."

"Damn it, if they really do it, everyone can go to work and be self-reliant. How can we collect protection fees? What will we do then?" A big man slapped the table angrily.

"The robbing of the business has come to us. It's really fucking reckless." Another big man also cursed angrily.

The remaining two did not speak. They were an old woman holding a cane and a man about 40 to [-] years old, with blond hair and green pupils, a shallow scar on his eyes, and a bearded man who looked a little rough.

He was leaning on a chair and smoking a cigarette. Although he didn't clean up much, it can still be seen that he has an outstanding appearance and a tall stature, at least 197.

At this moment, there was a boy standing behind him, he didn't look big, he should be a little smaller than Bai Nian, with black hair and golden pupils, his head was buried all the time, his small body trembling.

The man glanced at him, patted his thigh while puffing out a cigarette, and let him sit up domineeringly.

The boy bit his lip in fear, his eyes filled with tears.

But he didn't dare to be disobedient, shaking his body and carefully sitting on the man's lap, tears kept falling.