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

The housekeeper wiped away his tears and put He Jiao's photo back on the bookshelf.

He picked up another photo frame, sniffed and wiped the photo carefully.

In the photo, He Jiao is holding the piglet in both hands and sitting on He Ting's lap. He raises his cute little feet and laughs at the camera. He must have been captured. He looks like his plot has succeeded and he is smiling very happily. .

The camera also captured Bowen and He Xin and He Jie in the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa.

The princess was looking at He Xin, who was leaning on the sofa with her chin on her head and reading a book. He Jie was looking at the rough gemstones on the coffee table with a magnifying glass. Bowen sat next to her and looked curiously, with her long dark hair docilely pressed against his beautiful little head. The face, with bright and clear blue eyes, is small and very delicate.

A blurry figure of a young man was reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window glass. He was wearing a white shirt and holding a camera with both hands, smiling and pressing the shutter button.

He Ting, who was holding He Jiao, looked at the person who took the photo and slightly curled his lips. The eyes under the lenses were all about that person, and his love could be seen through the photo.

The housekeeper who saw this photo stared at He Ting who was smiling at him, as if it was just yesterday.

He wiped away his tears again, wiped the photo and put it back, then continued to wipe the next photo.

In this photo, He Jiao is laughing heartlessly while riding on a crocodile, holding Bowen in front of him who is looking up and crying.

He Xin on the side hid far away, with a look of retreat.

The housekeeper hurriedly hugged He Jie, who was also crying, and comforted him. He Ting held a feather duster in his hand and had a gloomy look on his face. He Jiao was about to be punished.

"The second young lady has been really naughty since she was a child."

The housekeeper couldn't help laughing when he looked at the photo.

He remembered that day He Jiao was slapped with a feather duster by his master, and he hugged his thigh and cried.

How happy you are in front of you, how miserable you are in the back.

Smiling, the butler's expression turned sad, and he quietly caressed the faces of everyone in the photo.

He had just graduated from college when he officially entered the He family to take over his father's job. He didn't understand anything and was still very green.

He Jiao's mother had passed away at that time, He Jiao and the others were still very young, and He Jie was still drinking milk in her infancy.

As a grown man, he didn't know how to take care of children, so he could only find time to study, or take a training class for new mothers.

At that time, he was the only man in the entire training class, and he was on the small side. Many people thought he was only 18 or 18 years old, and they all laughed at him because he got into trouble by trying some forbidden fruit.

He lowered his head and blushed, not knowing how to answer. Others didn't give him a chance to answer. They kept talking to themselves. They even asked him to bring his wife over to show them, but he didn't have a wife.

Suddenly one day, He Ting came to pick him up from the training class. The expensive Maybach was parked downstairs of their training class. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, pushing up his glasses, and pointed his chin towards the car to signal him to get in.

At that time, He Ting was already very mature. He was not much older than him, but his movements were steady, making him look like a high school student.

When the mothers in the training class saw He Ting, they all covered their mouths and screamed, their eyes glued to He Ting, and some took photos frantically.

He was panicked and worried that He Ting would be angry. He Ting didn't like being photographed, but He Ting didn't let the bodyguards stop the mothers that day. He nodded politely to them before leaving, and then got into the passenger seat.

He didn't know if it was because the mothers were in the same training class as him that He Ting gave them privileges.

But no matter what it was, he was in a state of excitement that day. He Ting came to pick him up for the first time and held him in his lap and kissed him.

He Ting never kissed him domineeringly, but gently waited for him to adapt, and then slowly deepened the gap between them.

He was a newbie and couldn't breathe, so He Ting didn't make fun of him. Instead, he stroked his face and raised his head to kiss him gently.

When he was very young, he fell in love with He Ting when he followed his father to He's house.

He Ting is different from his peers. He is very mature. His eyes are cold and cold when he looks at people. Even people older than him will tremble when they are stared at, so neither peers nor elders dare to approach him.

He did not dare to approach He Ting when he was a child, but his father asked him to learn how to serve He Ting, saying that He Ting was the next head of the family and that he would be responsible for He Ting's daily life after he graduated from college.

He went to serve He Ting bravely. Every time he poured tea and food for He Ting, he didn't dare to look at He Ting and kept his head buried nervously.

He Ting would stare at him from time to time and ask him if he felt uncomfortable wearing a tuxedo at such a young age?

He didn't know how to answer because it was his job.

He Ting didn't force him to answer, but he looked at him more and more directly. When he was tired from reading, he would look at him in a daze. He Ting's eyes would follow him wherever he went, and he would raise his legs and hold his chin in a serious manner. Ask him, “Has anyone ever told you that you look cute in a tuxedo?”

He Ting was only in sixth grade at that time. He was leaning on the sofa with his chin in his hands, wearing a kid's version of shorts and a suit. His face was aloof and cool, so that strangers should not approach him.

"A tuxedo is just an ordinary work clothes, how can it be cute?"

The housekeeper pulled out of his memories, looked at He Ting in the photo and murmured.

The housekeeper didn't know how cute he was when he was a child. He was wearing a customized tuxedo and his pink eyes were big and beautiful. When he looked up at He Ting, it was as if the whole starry sky was hidden in his eyes, which always caught his eye. Follow He Ting's gaze.

Ever since he knew that the housekeeper's son would come to the house during the summer vacation to familiarize himself with work, He Ting became interested in the little boy.

Whose child is not playing during the holidays, but he follows his father to work at the master's house? He is really a strange person.

Out of curiosity, he saw the little boy. He was shorter than him and had very beautiful white eyes. He looked a little scared but did not cry. He was many times better than other children. When those people saw He would cry when he looked cold, which would make him sick to death.

His mother told him that the little boy would be his from now on and he could do whatever he wanted.

But he didn't want to do anything, he just liked to watch him working, watching him holding a small tray and taking small breaths, running around in front of him, taking this and that, and there was a small amount of sweat on his forehead.

He never complains about how hard the work is, nor does he cry when he is tired. Instead, he sits on a small chair and eats the bento his mother prepared for him. He quietly looks out the window and eats while looking at the scenery of the courtyard. , letting the wind blow away the sweat and heat on his face, he was so well-behaved that he would not disturb his reading.

That was the first time that He Ting knew that children were not so annoying. Naturally, other children were still equally annoying. This child in his family was an exception. Although neither of them spoke, there was only his busy little figure and the sound of turning books. , but he still felt that this atmosphere was very good.

He likes to observe his work when he is tired of reading. The bookshelf is not high yet but he likes to organize things. He stands on the chair and stands on tiptoe, struggling to sort the books.

One summer vacation after another, they both grew up. He was no longer the kid who had to step on the chair to organize the bookshelf, but he looked a bit childish. His face was fair just above his collarbone, and he blushed when he looked up at him. Red makes people want to commit crimes.