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

"Well, I can sit by myself."

Long time no see 49 has to let go of his own thoughts, Harman reminded.

49 did not force Haman to sit on his lap, but put Haman down the chair beside him.

Haman blushed a little bit slowly, looked up at 49 and thought in his heart, do people in country h like physical contact so much?

49, who was watched, did not explain, but touched Haman's ponytail and said, "It's not convenient to eat with a high ponytail, do you want to put it down?"

"It seems a bit inconvenient."

As Haman spoke, he was about to raise his hand to untie it, but 49 was a step ahead, and helped Haman untie his hair, and tied a low ponytail for Haman.

"Thank you!"

Harman blushed inexplicably.

There was a smile on the corner of 49's mouth immediately, and he stretched out his hand to caress Haman's scarlet face, loving it.

Haman held his breath subconsciously, and his heart beat faster for no reason.

I... do I have a heart problem?

Haman lowered his chest foolishly, after all, it was the first time he felt this kind of feeling and he was a bit at a loss.

Seeing Haman's movement, 49 mouth corners were obviously curved, leaning on the chair and crossing his legs, he reached out and touched Haman's earring, and then touched it again, as if playing.

He really likes this earring.

Harman murmured and met 49's gaze.

49 bowed his head with a full smile and kissed Haman.

At this time, the door of the box was knocked suddenly, and the waiter who served the food came in, and there were rows of people.

Haman immediately covered his mouth and lowered his head, his cheeks were hot.

49 didn't say anything, and didn't get angry at being disturbed by the waiter, but turned slightly to block Haman, preventing the waiter from seeing Haman blushing and shy.

"The dishes you ordered have been served. I wish you two a pleasant meal."

The waiter nodded respectfully, retreated out of the box, and closed the door lightly.

Haman breathed a sigh of relief after the waiter left, but then he touched his lips foolishly.

He didn't know how many times 49 had kissed him, and each time it felt different.

Is it because the location is different?

Harman asked himself.

“The food here is good.”

49 picked up a piece of fat, tender and juicy meat, put it on a small sauce dish to prevent dripping from Haman's clothes, and handed it to Haman's mouth.

Haman was at a loss, but still opened his mouth to take the meat, covered his mouth and chewed.

Fat but not greasy, it melts in the mouth, which makes Harman feel fresh.

After all, they all eat a lot of steak, but they don't have this kind of taste.

Seeing that Haman liked it, 49 gave Haman chopsticks.

Harman nodded and took it, and started to start by himself, looking like he had a good appetite.

49 watched with a smile, and brought food to Haman from time to time.

After eating for more than an hour, the two of them were full. Later, 49 also ordered a bottle of red wine for Haman to drink.

Harman could accept the red wine, it was not strong, but he only dared to take a few sips.

Seeing that it was almost eleven o'clock, 49 paid the bill and took Harman out of the restaurant.

Haman on the co-pilot was blowing the cool night breeze, quietly looking at the bustling streets along the road, everything felt fresh.

"Where is this place?"

Seeing that 49 was parked in an unfamiliar high-end residential area, Harman asked in doubt.

"my home."

49 laughed.

Haman was a little dazed, and then hurriedly said, "I have to go back to His Highness."

"I'll take you back tomorrow morning, and he'll be fine if he stays at home overnight."

49 said, picked up Haman and walked to the lobby. Those who entered the password entered the gate, and those who took the elevator went to the 20th floor.

By the time Harman came to his senses, 49 had unlocked his fingerprints and entered the house, and walked into the hall with him in his arms.

The 49th House is very large, like a duplex building. There are floor-to-ceiling windows four or five meters long in the hall, and you can have a panoramic view of the night view downstairs.

Apart from the simple furniture, there is nothing superfluous in the house, and the decoration style is simple black and gray, just like his master.

49 put Haman on the sofa, then walked to the dining room, took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and handed it to Haman when he came back.

"Thank you!"

Harman took it, unscrewed it and took a sip.

He put down the water and looked around, muttering in his heart, it was so neat.

"There is no small nightgown, you put on my shirt first."

49 came out of the room and gave Haman a black shirt.

"At the end of the hall is the bathroom."

49 pointed to the corridor and said.

"OK, thanks!"

Haman foolishly followed 49's arrangement, got up and went to take a shower.

After waiting for half an hour, Harman took a shower and came out of the hall 49. He was already sitting on the sofa watching TV, and he had changed into a bathrobe after taking a shower.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, 49 raised his head to look at the entrance of the corridor, and Harman in his big black shirt immediately came into view, just passing the thigh position.

Haman was a little overwhelmed, and tightened his shirt, looking extremely uncomfortable.

But 49 thinks it looks good. With her hair down and her boyfriend clothes, she looks beautiful no matter what.

49 hooked his lips and patted the place beside him, telling Harman to come over.

Harman was hesitant, but after a while he still walked towards 49 on the sofa.

He was about to sit down on the sofa, but 49 suddenly put him on his lap.

The two of them wear a black bathrobe and a black shirt, which looks like a couple's style and has a different taste.