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

"No more plans?"

He Zheng handed the fruit knife to Fan Prison again, and asked him calmly.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Angrily, Fan Prison snatched the fruit knife from He Zheng's hand, and was about to attack He Zheng's face, but this face was so handsome that he didn't want to destroy it.

Fuck, damn it, you have some promise, okay?

Fan Prison scolded himself and wanted to use a knife, but he couldn't cut it.

"If you can't do it, I can do it myself."

He Zheng spread his hands and asked Fan Prison to give him the knife.

Fan Prison was speechless, and raised his voice to scold He Zheng, "What am I talking about, disfigurement is a very serious matter."

"If you don't think it's safe, then there's no need to stay."

He Zheng was serious, not joking at all.

Fan Prison's hopeless heartbeat quickened again. Although He Zheng couldn't speak sweet words, he would take practical actions to comfort him and give him a sense of security every time.

"Forget it, I like your face, so I will let you go this time."

Fan Prison pretended not to care and threw the fruit knife back on the coffee table. He didn't want He Zheng to be disfigured. Although he didn't mind He Zheng's disfigurement, he didn't want He Zheng to be injured.

"Don't worry anymore?"

He Zheng gently stroked Fan Prison's face and asked.

"What are you worried about? Anyway, you don't like anyone except Lao Tzu. Only Lao Tzu can satisfy you."

Fan Prison raised his nose triumphantly, with a look of air on his face.

The smile on the corner of He Zheng's mouth came back, it was better not to worry blindly in the Vatican Prison.

There are indeed a lot of people throwing themselves at him outside, but he is not interested in those people. If he has the time to deal with those people, he might as well save that time and go home to accompany the Vatican Prison, even if the Vatican Prison is disobedient and always yells and gets angry, But as long as the Vatican Prison is by his side, he is satisfied, no matter how noisy the Vatican Prison is.

"Master He Zheng."

The butler's voice sounded from outside the door.

"come in!"

He Zheng said to the door.

The housekeeper said yes, opened the door and entered the room.

As soon as he came in, he saw Fan Prison sitting on He Zheng's lap with the cat in his arms. After all, he wasn't used to it yet.

But the butler didn't show a disgusted face, nor did he turn cold. Instead, he walked towards He Zheng who was sitting on the sofa with a friendly smile, handed him an envelope and said, "It's from the auction house, and it's for you. of."

He Zheng took the envelope, opened it and saw that there were two checks, and He Zheng looked at the value of 16 billion.

"Who gave it?"

Fan Prison also saw the check, and asked He Zheng suspiciously. He had a calm expression on the 16 billion, as if he was used to it.

He Zheng was also puzzled. Although he often went to the auction house to gamble on stones, he never had such a large amount of money.

Suddenly He Zheng glanced at Fan Prison and asked him, "Did you buy two rough stones at the auction?"

"I bought two broken stones." Fan Prison lazily replied, "Why! Can't you buy that?"

"Can buy."

He Zheng touched the head of the Vatican Prison, took out his mobile phone and contacted the people in the auction house, asking them what happened to the money, although he already had the answer in his heart.

Sure enough, the person in charge of the auction house said, "One of the two rough stones selected by your wife sold the imperial green, because you left with the police in a hurry, and you entrusted the stone-cutting auction, and it attracted a lot of attention when it was opened on the spot." A lot of people robbed it, and we will take it for you if the price is right."

"Don't worry, the part that should be donated has been donated to charity in the name of your wife according to your usual rules, and the tax has been deducted for you." The person in charge chattered endlessly, and then asked in a low voice with hesitation and a little fear , "Well, can't you take pictures?"

"That's a charity auction, so of course it can be auctioned."

"Scared me to death, I thought you wouldn't make a move." The person in charge patted his chest, and finally said in surprise, "I didn't expect your wife to have research on gambling stones, and that small and inconspicuous rough stone actually opened the emperor's stone." Green, it’s been a long time since our auction house sold such a good imperial green. In the past, some people often said that our rough stones have problems and that we cheated money. This time, your wife can be said to be angry for us.”

The more the person in charge talked, the happier he was. He could tell that he was really grateful to Fan Prison.

But only He Zheng knew that Brahma Prison was purely lucky, so good that he was surprised every time.

As long as the Vatican Prison went out to the place where the accident happened, no matter how many people died, he would definitely be the one who was unscathed.

Just like when he took Fan Chengyu and Shen Tianyu to play when he was a child, Fan Chengyu and Shen Tianyu were almost drowned, he was fine, Fan Chengyu and Shen Tianyu were chased by hornets, he was fine, and passers-by bumped into him, he fought with others, he was fine However, Fan Chengyu and Shen Tianyu were accidentally injured and hospitalized.

He Zheng's nemesis once kidnapped the Vatican Prison and wanted to use the Vatican Prison to threaten He Zheng, but in the end there was a car accident on the way, all the enemies seriously injured him and he was fine.

49 The reason why he often misses the Vatican prison is because he misses the Vatican prison every time. A lot of bodyguards run behind the Vatican prison, and they lose their temper.

"Look what I'm doing!"

He Zheng, who was on the phone, stared at him without blinking, and Fan Prison raised his eyebrows.

He Zheng didn't say a word. He only now realized that his business started to grow after meeting the Vatican Prison, and the success was unbelievable.

Is it a physique that can bring good luck?

He Zheng could only think so, otherwise how could he explain all this.