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

"Have you really never had any other boyfriend or girlfriend before?"

He Zheng was so good at flirting, which made Fan Prison think that he was an old hand, and he was looking at He Zheng with a frown and doubt.

He Zheng, who was asked about this again, was somewhat speechless. He was so busy, how could he have time?

Besides, he was not interested in other people.

"You really don't know who I am?"

He Zheng suddenly asked Fan Prison inexplicably, and the man who rested his chin on the sofa just looked at Fan Prison sitting in his arms with the cat in his arms.

"You're not sick, are you? What nonsense are you talking about early in the morning?"

Fan Prison reached out and touched He Zheng's forehead to see if there was something wrong with his mind.

He Zheng didn't pat Fan Prison's hand, nor was he angry. He just asked Fan Prison calmly, "Don't you think you've heard my name somewhere?"

"where is it?"

The Vatican Prison was completely confused.

This time He Zheng frowned, "Didn't you hear it when you were young?"

"Huh? When I was young, big brother, who remembers the things when I was young!"

"Besides, did we know each other when we were young?"

Fan Prison looked at He Zheng suspiciously, why didn't he have any impression.

"About ten years old."

He Zheng gave a time slot.

But Fan Prison was still confused, and asked in a daze, "Could it be that you were very famous at that time, a celebrity?"

But I don't watch TV either!

Fan Prison murmured in his heart.

When I was a child, Fan Prison was at home except to go to school, staying alone, not watching TV or listening to anything.

Because at that time, he had been sitting at the door of the house waiting for his father to come home, but he never waited.

Knowing that he couldn't wait for that cruel father, he continued to wait day after day, until his personality became sensitive and irritable, as if he had changed someone else, his father still didn't show up, and he blamed him for always making troubles for him .

Thinking of what happened when he was a child, Fan Prison subconsciously hugged the cat in his arms, lowered his head and looked downcast.

The cat was hugged and hurt, but it didn't bite the prison angrily, and seemed to see the sadness of the prison, it meowed lightly at the prison hesitantly, and looked up at the prison worriedly.

"Hahaha I'm fine, I'll continue to play with you."

Fan Prison forced a smile on his face, pretending to be happy and licking his little head.

The cat stopped meowing and just looked at Fan Prison. The amber pupils reflected Fan Prison's slightly sad face.

It put its little claws on the chest of Fan Prison, and meowed worriedly.

The smile on Fan Prison's face disappeared, and his nose was sour. The cat knew that he was suffering, but his father couldn't see it.

He Zheng covered Fan Prison's eyes, so that Fan Prison didn't have to hide it, and could cry if he wanted to.

He also regretted that he shouldn't mention things about his childhood. For the Vatican Prison, childhood is a hell where you can't see your fingers.

But He Zheng was also a little angry. They had seen each other when they were young, but the Vatican Prison didn't remember it.

He didn't expect Fan Prison to recognize him, but it would be too much to not even have the slightest impression.

When He Zheng was a child, he and his mother were setting up a stall on the street, and met a group of people who wanted to collect protection money. When his mother couldn't pay, they smashed the stall and injured his mother.

At that time, although He Zheng was desperately protecting his mother and beating them with a chair, the other party was an adult after all, how could he be able to fight with just a kid? Flipping in mid-air.

"I beg you, I will make up the money tomorrow, please let my son go."

He Zheng's mother knelt down and begged, with tears streaming down her face, and blood was still flowing on her forehead, because she was beaten by the men.

Seeing his mother kneeling down and begging for mercy in such a humble way, He Zheng blushed and bit the man's arm hard.

The man screamed in pain, and threw He Zheng out of the road.

He Zheng had a strong sense of self-protection, and hugged himself tightly the moment he landed to minimize the damage.

Even so, his body was still covered with bruises, and his knees were torn and bleeding.

"Son, be careful."

He Zheng's mother suddenly yelled at He Zheng in horror.

He Zheng didn't know what was going on. He didn't know that he was almost hit by a car until the screeching sound of a sudden brake came in front of him and the headlights shone on him.

He Zhenghou stared wide-eyed and swallowed his saliva in fear, and the car was only a few centimeters away from hitting someone else.

"Son..., oh son, are you okay!"

He Zheng's mother stumbled over and hugged He Zheng, who was still in shock, into her arms.

With dilated pupils, He Zheng breathed heavily, blood flowed backwards all over his body, and his hands were shaking violently.

He saw that the car was expensive, so he hurriedly dragged his mother away, not wanting to get into trouble.

He was obviously limping, and he didn't utter a sound when his knees were bleeding. He just wiped the blood on his forehead with a cold face, and just took his mother to the booth to settle accounts with those people.

"Can you drive a car?"

In the small Fan Prison in the back seat, he scolded the driver fiercely, bumped his face into the passenger seat, and hurt him to death.

"I'm sorry Second Young Master, a child flew out suddenly, so I braked." The driver said immediately.

"Fly out?"

Fan Prison frowned.

"It's that kid."

The driver pointed at the limping He Zheng and said.

Fan Prison looked at the little boy who was about the same age as him.

"What's the matter with them, what's the matter in the same place." Fan Prison was no longer angry, and asked curiously.

The driver told him, "The area is in chaos recently, probably because of the people who collected protection fees indiscriminately. The child should be thrown out by them just now."

Fan Prison frowned unhappy when he heard this, opened the car door angrily and walked towards the men after thinking about it.

He looked left and right, found the broken table leg, picked it up, and jumped to the side of the tricycle that fell to the side. With the help of the height of the tricycle, he twisted his eyes and hit the man who pointed at He Zhengpo in the face with a stick, hitting the man directly. Flying out, blood splashed out.