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

Fan Prison, who was suddenly pulled back to kiss him, was stunned, probably because he didn't expect He Zheng to kiss him.

He immediately became complacent, and hugged He Zheng's neck with a smile.

He Zheng took advantage of the situation and hugged Fan Prison back to his lap, deepening the kiss.

Fan Prison was happy at first, but gradually he couldn't breathe, so he quickly slapped He Zheng on the chest to make him let go.

He Zheng had no choice but to let go, and gave Fan Prison a blank look, saying that he likes to make trouble but is not good at it.

The free Vatican put his hands on He Zheng's shoulders, bowed his head and panted heavily, his life hanging by a thread.

"You fucking want to kiss me to death!"

Fan Prison raised his head and cursed at He Zheng, getting angry.

"Who do you blame for being stupid and breathing?"

He Zheng poked through the Vatican Prison and looked at him indifferently.

Brahma Prison I slammed, but I couldn't refute it, so I got angry again.

Suddenly he asked He Zheng angrily, "You are so fucking proficient, who did you practice with?"

"Kissing you for seven years, still not proficient?"

He Zheng was so angry that he even asked who he practiced with.

"How can I not for seven years?"

Fan Prison asked back, with a face of disbelief.

Damn, maybe he called someone to come to the house when I was running away!

Thinking of this Vatican Prison, I couldn't sit still, and I was very upset in my heart. It tasted good, but I was too embarrassed to say it.

What are you thinking about?

Seeing the quick change in Fan Prison's expression, He Zheng saw right away that he was being stupid again.

"If you're really bored, just pass the time by yourself. I'll be busy for a while."

He Zheng continued to pick up his mobile phone to work, and did not forget about his work.

"Then I'll play games, and I'll lie on you and play."

After finishing speaking, Fan Prison took out his mobile phone, got up and lay down on He Zheng's lap, playing his little yellow chicken game comfortably.

He Zheng didn't refuse, because he didn't hate Vatican Prison clinging to him. Rather, they had never had this kind of leisurely relationship with each other. Usually Vatican Prison ran away all the time, and ran away when they were done. How could they have time to be alone like this.

Fan Prison, who was holding up his mobile phone to play the game of Little Yellow Chicken, looked at the little chicken eating rice in a daze, and then looked at He Zheng, who was seriously watching the work on his mobile phone, just staring at him stupidly.

Why isn't he angry when I made such a fool of myself just now?

Fan Prison muttered to himself, keeping his gaze on He Zheng's face.

Suddenly he touched his mouth, and the feeling from just now was still there. Although it was not the first time they kissed each other, it was the first time that He Zheng was so domineering.

Is it because he thinks I'm messing around and wants to appease me as soon as possible to continue working, or because he knows I'm disturbed and wants to kiss me?

Fan Prison asked himself this question, and then looked at He Zheng above him.

But he couldn't come up with an answer, but he hoped it was a last guess.

After hesitating for a while, Fan Prison stood up and kissed He Zheng on the lips, looking at He Zheng's face so closely.

He Zheng looked away from the phone, kissed the Vatican Prison very naturally, and then continued to work. He even touched his head with his big hand, telling him to lie down for a while. He is not free yet.

Fan Prison's heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, and it was the first time he felt that he was being pampered.

Fan Prison admitted that he had never dared to open his heart to He Zheng before, because he felt that his relatives would leave him unfeelingly, and He Zheng, who was just a boyfriend and had no blood relationship, would soon be unable to stand his temper. Then he left him and left, so he couldn't trust He Zheng.

It is said that a dark childhood needs to be cured in a lifetime, and it may not be cured at all. Fan Prison belongs to this type of people.

He longs for the warmth of his family very much, but it is harder than going to heaven.

But in the Vatican Prison, he suddenly felt that those things didn't matter anymore, as long as He Zheng was there, he didn't care if he didn't want anything.

Fan Prison lay back on He Zheng's lap, hugged He Zheng's waist and buried his head in He Zheng's arms, like a helpless little animal seeking comfort.

"You touch my head."

The voice of Fan Prison hugging He Zheng's waist was muffled, almost nasal.

He Zheng didn't have any hesitation, even in the video work with the store manager, he still obeyed Fan Prison's words and reached out to rub his head, and even patted him lightly.

Fan Prison sniffed, he didn't want to cry, but no one had ever touched his head like this, it was the first time he felt the uncontrollable warm tears.

No, it seems that Fan Xiao touched my head when I was a child and coaxed me to sleep.

Fan Prison suddenly thought of his elder brother, and stared blankly at He Zheng's waist.

Ah so annoying!Why do I think of him!

Fan Prison wanted to beat him, but after a while he calmed down and murmured to himself, he was coaxed to sleep by Fan Xiao, but who coaxed Fan Xiao at that time, obviously Fan Xiao was just a child at that time.

Thinking of this, Fan Prison fell silent. He used to think that he was the one who was abandoned, but his parents actually ignored the three of them. His mother left home as soon as she got divorced, and his father only knew how to work. He was busy every day. Endless work.

Why did you give birth to us if you didn't love us?

Fan Prison hugged He Zheng's waist tightly, feeling uncomfortable.

People around him thought Fan Prison was childish, and couldn't understand why he liked the little yellow chicken even at such an adult, but no one knew that the little yellow chicken was the only gift his mother gave him.

Fan Prison thought that the mother would come back to pick them up when they raised the little yellow chicken, but the mother didn't come back to see them until the day the little yellow chicken died.

The Vatican Prison didn't cry or make trouble, but quietly found a place to bury the little yellow chickens, and accepted the fact that their mother didn't want them.