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

"Don't say that I didn't remind the Second Highness that there are snipers all around the villa. They are all raised by me. I don't recognize you, the Second Prince."

Hammer, who was being hugged, had a calm voice and didn't panic at all. He just looked down at Saiman who was hugging him.

"Do you think I'm frightened?"

Symon snorted, thinking that Harmore would not want to hug him and frighten him.

Harmore didn't explain, and looked at Saiman with his arms folded, inexplicably condescending.

Saiman frowned, could it be true?

It was only then that he questioned, and in the next second more than a dozen red dots shot at Saiman's body, which was very dazzling.

"damn it!"

Saiman cursed, turned his head and stared fiercely out of the window.

But those people saw his face and did not put down their weapons, but continued to point at his body.

"As long as I look at you, your brain will explode. I advise you not to put me down." Ha Moore kindly reminded.

However, Saiman was full of anger. He is a dignified second prince, even if he wants to hug Hamoel, a courtier?

"Do you dare to let them hit me?"

Cyman raised his head and frowned intimidatingly at Harmore.

Harmore smiled lightly, "You think I dare not?"

Saiman immediately gritted his teeth angrily, because Harmore really dared to do this.

No, Harmoll said, "There are countless people who want to kill you. Maybe everyone is scrambling to curry favor with me after you are dead."

"you"

Saiman was once again blocked by Harmore and couldn't speak a word. He was furious, but he didn't dare to do anything to Harmore.

"Cleaning the carpet is quite troublesome, you should let me down!"

Harmoll's voice sounded harmless, but in fact, he was saying that your blood spilled on the carpet, and I have to spend money to wash it, and I have to ask someone to clean it up.

How could Saiman not be able to hear it, he was so angry that he was half dead, but what could he do, the red spots on his body did not intend to move away, so he could only hold back his anger and put Harmore on the ground.

Hammer, who was put down, said nothing, straightened his suit and long hair, wiped his trousers and sat down on the sofa.

Can't I be a dirty thing?

Harmore's actions made Saiman extremely upset. No one would stick to him, but Harmore ignored him everywhere and pushed him away.

damn it!

Saiman scratched his blond hair irritably, and the green eyes looking at Harmore were full of anger.

He sat down on the sofa opposite Harmore, leaned on the sofa and put his legs on the coffee table arrogantly, pointed to his feet and ordered Harmore, "Your feet are soft, pinch them for me."

When Harmore heard this, he raised his eyes and met Saiman's eyes, as if he was looking at some fool.

Am I the maid in his palace?

"It's true that you are my mother's man, but now you are obeying orders to help me, then I am your master, and you can do whatever I ask you to do, don't you?" Saiman asked dissatisfied.

Without refuting, Harmore took out the fruit knife from the fruit plate and threw it at Saiman's feet, and told him with a polite smile, "If you cut it, I can consider pinching it for you."

He was joking, but in fact he wanted to kill Saiman, treating him as a psychopath, and brought him here with his princely illness.

Saiman is so angry!His chest was heaving so badly that Harmore dared to talk to him like that.

"Hammer."

Saiman clenched his fists and roared angrily at Hamor who was opposite him.

Harmore was completely unaffected. He poured himself a cup of tea and said, "I have found a hotel for you. The people over there will come to pick you up in a while, so I won't send you there."

After finishing speaking, Harmore put down the teacup, and looked up at Saiman, who was facing an angry face again.

"You let me stay in a hotel?"

Saiman couldn't believe it.

"If you want to live in the sky, I can charter a plane for you for a month, and let you sleep on it every day."

Harmore leaned towards the sofa as he spoke, his long legs gracefully folded his hands on his knees with an indifferent expression on his face.

Saiman's lungs are about to explode now, obviously he meant that he wanted to live here, but Harmoll said that on purpose.

"Okay, you dare to drive me away, you have the guts." After finishing speaking, Saiman shouted angrily at the door, "Rank."

"Your Highness."

Rank, who was waiting nervously outside, immediately opened the door, but before he entered the room Saiman told him, "Bring in my luggage and put all the clothes in the closet."

"Okay... okay."

Not daring to say no, Rank immediately took Saiman's suitcase into the room, and went to the closet to take out Saiman's clothes and hang them up.

Harmore frowned, he didn't expect Saiman to be so thick-skinned.

"Get your bathrobe ready."

After Saiman ordered Lan Ke to get up and go to the bathroom, he took off the gem-encrusted clothes and threw them on the ground, revealing his strong eight-pack abs and a muscular body.

"Yes."

Rank responded quickly, not daring to be negligent at all, he was not usually afraid of Saiman.

Also, no one is not afraid of the irascible Cyman, except Harmoll.

At this moment, Harmore's eyes are so cold that he can kill people, can this be his room?

"I'm sorry Lord Hamoore, please be patient for a few days, His Highness will return home in a few days."

Lan Ke, who came over with a bathrobe, bowed to Harmore and apologized, fearing that Harmore would be angry.

Harmore was indeed angry, so he restrained himself.

He has been pestering him since he was a child, and he thought that he would not dare to follow him when he came to country h, but he still came.