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

"If you cry again, your eyes will really go blind."

Saiman, who kept pressing Hamor's temples, gave a kind reminder.

The old secretary-general doesn't want to talk to Saiman now. He's too worthless and doesn't want to talk to him.

Saiman, who was ignored, didn't care and kept pressing Hamor's temples.

"Is your strength okay?"

Saiman asked softly.

"Ah."

Hamor nodded and took another sip of tea, resting very comfortably.

Saiman smiled and kissed Hamol.

Hamor immediately frowned and looked at Saiman in warning. After all, the old secretary-general was still there, and the old man couldn't stand this kind of stimulation.

Sure enough, the old secretary-general on the sofa opposite wanted to pinch someone. He just thought he was useless and looked like a fool.

Saiman didn't care whether the old secretary-general accepted it or not, and kissed Hamol again.

Hamor was speechless and glanced sideways at Saiman again.

"You stay with these documents every day until you fall asleep at midnight. Before I complain, you show your face to me first."

Saiman clearly asked Hamol to spend time with him tonight.

How could Hamol not know that he handed the teacup to the maid aside, "Don't you know I'm busy?"

"The busy one is Princess Hamol, what does it have to do with my wife?"

Saiman put down his massage hands and hugged Hamol's waist, clinging to Hamol.

When Hamor heard Saiman's words, he immediately rolled his eyes. His skin was so thick that he could block bullets.

"Come with me tonight, or not. You look at your documents and I'll eat mine."

Saiman hugged Hamol's waist tightly and sounded domineering.

Hamor blushed slightly, knowing that Saiman meant what he said.

He had no objection to feeding Saiman, but if he was reading documents on the sofa and feeding Saiman, the documents on the coffee table must not be messed up by Saiman, and they might even be stained. How could they be returned to the old secretary-general then.

"If you don't agree, I'll come here now."

After Saiman finished speaking, he really put his big hand into Hamor's clothes.

Hamor was so frightened that he quickly held down Saiman's big hand and cursed in a low voice, "Why are you convulsing?"

"If I don't have convulsions, I'll go crazy."

Saiman said it confidently.

Hamor was angry after hearing this and glared at Saiman again.

"I'll count to three. If you don't accompany me tonight, I will scare the old secretary-general out of work here and give you a few days off. By then, you will be unable to respond to calls every day."

"You are sick."

Hamor cursed angrily and quickly agreed, otherwise Saiman would really come to his rescue.

"Isn't it done?"

Saiman smiled after the threat was successful. He was very good at handling Hamol.

Hamor was furious, why did he fall in love with such a shameless thing.

Clap.

Hamor slapped his big hand away from his waist, glanced at Saiman fiercely and sat back down in his original position, continuing to work and ignoring Saiman.

Saiman helped with a hidden smile on his face. Anyway, dinner would be served tonight and he was in a good mood to not care about it.

If Hamel dared to go back on his word, then he would take Hamel to the door of the room to bully him, and let the knights and maids listen to Hamel's voice. If Hamel was afraid, he would naturally beg for mercy, and it would not be what he said at that time.

How could Hamol know about Saiman's plan? If he knew about it, he would definitely be beaten to death.

In the hotel in Slum District 3.

Huo Si was tortured by Fan Chengyu for 38 hours, and he almost died. His waist was no longer his waist, and his legs were no longer his legs.

He lay on the bed breathing heavily, crying until his eyes were red and his face was stained with tears, like a bullied doll.

Fan Chengyu seemed to be still very energetic. He leaned over Huo Si and kissed Huo Si, still not satisfied.

It was the first time he had eaten so much.

Huo Si, who was wearing perfume, was very obedient, but his mouth was very tough. He was often scolded by Huo Si, and his legs were kicked blue by Huo Si.

Fan Chengyu barely maintained his sanity throughout the whole process, but still influenced by the perfume, he bullied Huo Si so hard that he almost killed him with a pickaxe.

"Do you dare to use perfume again?"

Fan Chengyu asked seriously while stroking Huo Si's cheek.

Huo Si, who was lying weakly on his side, was so angry that he didn't want to speak. He couldn't move a finger. His eyelashes were wet, and tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes. His whole body was extremely fragile.

Fan Chengyu was angry and distressed. He didn't want to bully him so harshly, but Huo Si smashed the perfume. The whole room was filled with the smell of perfume. No matter how calm he was, he would suffer.

"Next time you dare to play like this, you will really die in bed." Fan Chengyu warned angrily.

"You...you shut up for me."

Huo Si gasped and scolded Fan Chengyu for daring to behave like he was getting an advantage.

"I'm serious with you. Fortunately nothing happened this time. If I really lose control, you won't be hospitalized."

Fan Chengyu was frightened when he recalled it. He wanted to stop several times, but the smell of perfume filled his nose, so he regained some sense and was swallowed up again.

The smell of perfume in the room has not completely dissipated yet. Fortunately, Fan Chengyu opened the window at the last moment, otherwise he would have to continue to struggle.

Although Huo Si didn't want to admit it, he also knew that he was seeking death this time, so he didn't scold Fan Chengyu again.

He swallowed hard to breathe. His whole body felt weak and he couldn't get up. He couldn't even take a bath or rest.

Fan Chengyu was still strong, so he picked up Huo Si and walked around the messy floor to the bathroom.

He put water in for Huo Si to take a bath to relieve Huo Si's fatigue, while he stood under the showerhead to rinse his body.

After taking a bath, he got into the bathtub, leaned against the bathtub, let Huo Si rest in his arms, and rubbed Huo Si's legs.

He checked Huo Si and there was no injury, but the redness and swelling were severe and it would not heal in five or six days.

After all, it was 38 hours without a break.

Fan Chengyu blamed himself so much that he lowered his head and kissed Huo Si's eyes which were red from crying.

Huo Si fell asleep at some point, his breathing sounded uncomfortable and he frowned.

This was the first time that Fan Chengyu saw Huo Si so tired that he even fell asleep.

He carefully helped Huo Si take a bath, and gently took Huo Si out of the bathtub and walked out of the bathroom.

After drying Huo Si and putting on his nightgown, Fan Chengyu hugged Huo Si and lay on the bed, hugging Huo Si to sleep.

It didn't take long for Fan Chengyu to fall asleep too, and he was much more comfortable than Huo Si.

Huo Si, who was in his arms, was sweating on his forehead and frowning. He fell asleep and was still being tortured by Fan Chengyu in his dream. No matter how he escaped, Fan Chengyu caught him and covered his mouth tightly. He was not allowed to beg for mercy, so he could only bear it with his head raised and eyes wide open while crying.

After this perfume incident, Huo Si successfully managed to get out of his psychological shadow, which is gratifying and congratulatory.