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

The housekeeper woke up early in the morning and looked at the ceiling in a daze.

It had been a long time since he had dreamed about his master, but he had dreamed about him last night.

The housekeeper touched the corners of his eyes, and there were still tears, which meant that he had cried and really dreamed of his master.

The housekeeper shed tears again, pulled up the quilt and hid inside to cry.

He dreamed of his young master, hugging him, kissing him, coaxing him, and asking him if he was doing well.

He didn't dare to answer and could only watch him cry.

The housekeeper knew that he must have missed his master so much that he had such a dream, but the dream was so real that whether it was a hug or a kiss, it felt like reality.

It would be okay if he didn't have this dream, but when he had this dream, the housekeeper missed his master even more and wished he could go down and accompany him now.

Just when the housekeeper had this idea, there was a sudden knock on the door, knocking non-stop.

The housekeeper in the bed immediately wiped away tears and hurriedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

When he reached the door of the room, he took several deep breaths before daring to open the door. What caught his eye was He Zheng.

The housekeeper was stunned, "Why did you come here so early in the morning? Did something happen?"

He Zheng was naturally fine. He was just worried that the housekeeper would be confused after meeting his father last night, so he came to see the housekeeper.

After all, the housekeeper committed suicide once when he was in Shacheng. He still remembers the bathtub stained red with blood.

"Master He Zheng?"

He Zheng looked at himself without saying anything, and the housekeeper who raised his head called him.

He Zheng moved his eyes, looked up and down at the butler, and paid special attention to the butler's wrist.

As soon as He Zheng glanced at his wrist, the housekeeper immediately understood He Zheng's purpose and felt a little guilty.

He had obviously agreed to accompany these children until the end of his life, so why did he have suicidal thoughts again.

The housekeeper clenched the wrist that he had cut open, raised his head with red eyes and smiled reluctantly at He Zheng, "Don't worry, I will never have that kind of thought again."

He Zheng didn't reply, and kept studying the butler's expression to see if he was lying to him.

But after observing for a while, he couldn't see any trace of lying, so he nodded.

The housekeeper gave another pale smile and suddenly looked up at He Zheng outside the door.

He knew that he shouldn't look at He Zheng with other strange eyes, but he missed his master so much that he couldn't help but look at He Zheng in awe.

If He Zheng put on glasses and smiled appropriately, he would look a lot like his master.

The housekeeper's tears fell unconsciously as he thought about this.

He hurriedly lowered his head to wipe away his tears. His Adam's apple was so tight that his tears kept falling.

He Zheng didn't frown or feel disgusted, because he knew in his heart that the housekeeper only saw the shadow of his father through him and had no such intention towards him.

"I'm sorry...I'm going to wash my face."

The housekeeper hurried back to the room and headed to the bathroom, and soon there was the sound of rushing water.

He Zheng looked towards the bathroom without moving away, just looking at it without looking back.

Fan Yu, who had been standing against the wall, walked up to He Zheng, hugged He Zheng's neck and looked up at him.

He Zheng withdrew his eyes from the bathroom and lowered his head to kiss Fanji. After the kiss, he stretched out his hands to hug both sides of Fanji's thighs and picked Fanji up. He raised his head and kissed him again.

Fan Yu lowered his head and kissed He Zheng in response. He was still wearing his nightgown. It was obvious that he had just woken up and followed He Zheng to find the housekeeper.

Brahma Prison is not stupid. He Zheng must be so flustered because he is worried that the housekeeper will not be able to think about it, so he will quietly stand aside and not disturb He Zheng.

"Looking at the butler's appearance, he should be fine. He just cried a little hard." Brahma said, hugging He Zheng's neck.

He Zheng also saw it. The butler's face didn't have that kind of death look on his face, but he was just a little sad.

"Let's go back!"

He Zheng raised his head and kissed Fan Yu on the lips again, then carried Fan Yu towards their guest room.

Fan Yu obediently let He Zheng carry him back, yawning profusely and still feeling sleepy.

Ye Miao came as soon as He Zheng left. As soon as he entered the room, he shouted, "Grandpa Butler, I want to drink milk tea."

After calling Ye Miao, he quickly entered the room and didn't see the housekeeper getting nervous.

Hearing the sound of water running in the bathroom, he immediately hurried over, his face a little pale.

Fortunately, he thought too much. The housekeeper stood in front of the sink and washed his face. When he saw him coming, he put down the towel in his hand and smiled at him, "Good morning, young master."

"Oh morning, morning!"

Ye Miao scratched his face and stuttered back, secretly breathing a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, the housekeeper's grandpa was fine.

"Drinking milk tea early in the morning is not healthy."

The housekeeper told Ye Miao seriously.

Ye Miao didn't want to drink milk tea. He said this deliberately to find an excuse to come and see the housekeeper, but the housekeeper didn't notice.

"I'll heat up a glass of milk for you later. Let's drink it at noon." The housekeeper coaxed Ye Miao.

"Good~"

Ye Miao readily agreed and hugged the butler's arm happily, not forgetting to lower his head to check the butler's wrist.

The housekeeper thought that Ye Miao simply wanted to be coquettish with him, so he rubbed Ye Miao's head with a kind face, and asked Ye Miao what he wanted to eat later and cooked it for Ye Miao.

When Ye Miao heard about the food, he immediately ordered frantically, and laughter kept coming from the bathroom.

Shen Tianyu, who was standing at the door of the room, heard clearly and immediately understood that the housekeeper was fine and they were just worried.

The lobby on the first floor at this time.

Ji Ye, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, heard the old housekeeper say that the reason why so many people came to the house was to support Han Mo. He choked on the tea and coughed, quickly wiped his mouth and looked up at the old housekeeper in disbelief. "Are you really here to support your eldest daughter-in-law?"

"I was curious so I went to inquire about it. It is indeed the case." The old housekeeper replied truthfully.

Ji Ye coughed violently again. He thought everyone knew Ji Cheng and came to their house to pay New Year's greetings.

"Fortunately, you didn't drive the eldest mistress away, otherwise you might not be able to save your leg."

After the old housekeeper finished speaking, he subconsciously glanced at Ji Ye's legs.

Ji Ye almost threw the teacup in his hand at the old housekeeper. What he said was always so irritating.

"I didn't expect it! Mr. He only has such a son, and it turns out that his son likes men just like him." The old housekeeper suddenly sighed.

Ji Ye ignored the old housekeeper. He couldn't take care of other people's children.

He just didn't expect that the Shen family, the He family, the Fan family, the Huo family, and Liao Yi would come to support Han Mo. More than half of the wealthy families in the capital were here, and there was also an extra royal family.

The old housekeeper also reacted and sighed again, "If we don't treat the eldest mistress badly from now on, the Ji family will be destroyed."

"If the eldest young master dares to start chaos and end up giving up, the eldest young mistress's parents' family will kill him."

"Oh, I can't afford it, I can't afford it."

Sitting on the sofa, Ji Ye's mouth twitched. He really wanted to sew the old housekeeper's mouth shut. There was not a single good word coming out of his mouth.

But he didn't dare to really sew. After all, the old housekeeper was his father's adjutant. He retired and stayed with him as a housekeeper. Even he was raised by the old housekeeper. How could he dare to really talk about the old housekeeper.