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

Let me go, yes, it was me who hit him!

Fan Yu took a deep breath looking at He Zheng who was covered in injuries.

But why didn’t he have any impression? He didn't even know what happened. He only remembered that he went to Fan Chengyu's room and took Huo Si's little blue bottle. What happened next?

Brahma Prison blinked in confusion, what happened next?

Damn me, I seemed to have taken two sips of that stuff, and I felt like I was floating not long after I drank it.

Brahma Prison's consciousness slowly returned, and he probably didn't remember much. He only knew that he drank the small blue bottle.

Damn it! What did I do after that? Only then can He Zheng be beaten like this.

Brahma Prison tried his best to pat his head and force himself to think about it, but he couldn't remember it, as if it was fragmented.

This was the same as Fan Chengyu. When he got up, Huo Si's hand was dislocated, and his hands and neck were covered with bruises from being tied up, but he just didn't know what he had done to Huo Si.

At that time, Fan Chengyu had just taken a sip, and Fan Jie took two sips himself. The situation was more serious than Fan Chengyu's. He also wanted to attack He Zheng, but He Zheng naturally refused, and the two started fighting.

Fortunately, He Zheng has skills on his body, and the husband of Brahma Prison knows Brahma Prison very well and knows how to deal with Brahma Prison. Brahma Prison is honest.

If it weren't for this, He Zheng would really have become his wife in the past two days.

Because the irrational Brahma Prison was so powerful and fierce, He Zheng almost couldn't deal with him.

Later, He Zheng took good care of Brahma Prison, and Brahma Prison slowly became behaving well. Even if he was so promiscuous, He Zheng couldn't hold himself back.

"Kenken...it must be that thing's fault. I didn't mean to hit you."

Brahma Prison, who had one hand still handcuffed to the bedside, immediately distanced himself from the relationship. If He Zheng was really angered, He Zheng would lock him in the basement and he would die. He didn't want to go.

"Really, I don't remember anything after two sips."

Brahma Prison raised his finger and immediately swore to God, while frantically observing the expression of He Zheng sitting by the bed, fearing that He Zheng would be angry.

He Zheng looked at Sven and was very perverted when punishing him, using everything.

"Damn you, you, talk!"

Fan Yu kicked He Zheng, he was very scared, but he still dared to kick He Zheng despite being scared.

He Zheng looked really unhappy. Who could look good even if he was injured?

He went to see a doctor and found that the two ribs on his left chest were slightly cracked. If Brahma Hell applied more force, they would really break.

"I, I, I won't touch that thing anymore. If I really don't, don't be angry!"

Brahma wanted to cry. For the first time, He Zheng ignored what he said and didn't respond in any way.

After all, He Zheng had already thought about giving Fan Yu a good meal when he regained consciousness, but how could he get angry when Fan Yu was so afraid of him.

He opened the drawer and took out the handcuff key, and unlocked Brahma Prison's handcuffs with a click.

After being freed, Fan Yu didn't dare to talk to He Zheng. He stood next to the bed and looked at He Zheng fearfully and cautiously. He looked pale and covered his sore wrist.

He Zheng held his forehead and sighed. After sighing, he put down the hand holding his forehead and stretched out his hand to pull the wrist of Brahma Prison, which had been handcuffed for a day, to see how it was doing.

What caught his eye was a bruise, probably from the handcuffs being rubbed together.

He Zheng didn't want to handcuff Fanji, but Fanji was too strong and dishonest. If he didn't handcuff Fanji, both of them would be seriously injured.

In fact, looking at Brahma Prison, it is not difficult to find that there is nothing wrong with him, no wounds at all. It can be seen that He Zheng was beaten into this state and he did not even fight back.

Brahma Prison also found that there were no injuries on his body, only the marks left by He Zheng on him.

He blamed himself more and more, looking at He Zheng who was lowering his head and quietly rubbing his wrist, hesitating to speak. He wanted to apologize, but he didn't know if He Zheng would become even more angry after apologizing.

He Zheng remained silent the whole time, poured medicinal wine on his hand and gently rubbed Brahma's injured wrist.

Fan Yu sniffed and buried his head in his knees, not daring to look at He Zheng.

It's not like He Zheng didn't hear Fanji's sniffing sound. He kept rubbing Fanji's wrist until his skin absorbed all the medicinal wine before he hugged Fanji in his arms.

Fanjing sniffed again, resting his head on He Zheng's shoulder as he cried and apologized, "I'm sorry..."

He knew how strong he was and how painful He Zhengman's injuries were.

"I've thrown away the remaining half of the bottle."

He Zheng was not angry, but told Brahma Prison about it first.

"Um……"

Brahma's voice was choked with sobs. He raised his head from He Zheng's shoulder and looked at He Zheng with red eyes.

He Zheng raised his hand to wipe away Fanjiu's tears. He didn't say anything, but in fact he felt very uncomfortable when Fanjiu cried.

It was also his fault. He knew that Brahma Prison was going to get Huo Si's little blue bottle but failed to supervise Brahma Prison. He should have confirmed how much he could drink first.

Brahma Prison was careless and had never touched those things. Naturally, he didn't know how to measure it. The accident was expected, but he didn't expect it to be so big.

"Call back! I won't cry out in pain."

Brahma Prison, who was wiping away tears, tensed up and was mentally prepared for He Zheng to hit him.

How could He Zheng be able to do this? When Fan Jie almost broke his ribs, he endured the pain and didn't fight back. It makes no sense to hit Fan Jie now that he's fine.

"If you don't hit me, I will."

Brahma Prison cried and raised his palm high, about to slap himself twice, but He Zheng held his wrist in time.

"A small injury will heal in a few days."

He coaxed Brahma with a gentle voice, let go of Brahma's wrist and wiped Brahma's tears. His movements were gentle from beginning to end, and he didn't even curse Brahma.

Brahma's tears fell again, his vision blurred, "But I...I hit you with wounds all over your body. It hurts a lot."

"It just looks scary when it turns purple. It's just a skin injury."

He Zheng patiently wiped away Fan Yu's tears, lowered his head and kissed Fan Yu's eyes that were red from crying.

With tears in his eyes, Fanji looked up at He Zheng who was close at hand. He raised his head in discomfort and kissed He Zheng in response.

The corners of He Zheng's mouth immediately became more curved.

He picked up Brahma and put him on his lap, raised his head and sealed Brahma's lips, deepening the sticky kiss.

Fan Yu, who opened his mouth to cooperate with He Zheng, tasted the salty taste of his own tears.

He hugged He Zheng's neck, lowered his head and kissed He Zheng obediently, tears kept falling on He Zheng's face.

Feeling the warmth, He Zheng kissed Brahma Prison for a while and then let go.

He raised his head and breathed a little erratically as he looked at Brahma Prison, who was looking down at him with tears in his eyes, and his heart ached.

Brahma Prison rarely cries, at least under normal circumstances he won't cry, but this time he cried so much that he couldn't stop crying. Even though he tried to coax him, it didn't get better, which showed that Brahma Prison really blamed himself.

"If you want to go to the basement, I, I...I will go with you."

Brahma Prison, who hugged He Zheng's neck, took the initiative to plead guilty. His voice was obviously trembling, but he still worried about He Zheng's mood first.

"Go back and fill up the basement."

"Fill it...fill it? Why, don't you like those basements very much?"

"There's no need to keep it since you're not running away now."

After saying that, He Zheng raised his head and kissed Brahma Prison again, and then another.

Fan Yu, who was sitting on He Zheng's lap, had a sore nose. He was not a fool. He could tell that what He Zheng meant was because he didn't like it, so he filled in those basements, but he didn't say it openly.