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

"Admiral, are we going to stay overnight?"

There were too many mosquitoes in the middle of the night, and the subordinate who had been bitten several times turned around and asked Ji Cheng in a low voice.

Ji Cheng didn't speak, and kept looking upstairs.

It took him a long time to issue an order, spit out the word indifference, "Go back."

"Okay, I understand."

The subordinate was happy, and immediately started the car and left.

Upstairs, 49 and Saiman in the kitchen, the two of them cut vegetables and washed them. Naturally, Saiman was the one who washed the vegetables. He could only do such a simple job.

You must know that Saiman is a prince who does not touch the spring water, and this is the first time he has been in the kitchen to help people wash vegetables.

"When we came here, there was a car parked downstairs, and it looked expensive."

Saiman, who was washing the vegetables, spoke abruptly, seemingly inadvertently but also on purpose, because he was paying attention to 49's reaction from the corner of his eye.

49, who was chopping vegetables, paused when he heard this action, but it was only a moment.

But just this second has fallen into Saiman's eyes. He looked back at the dish washing in the sink and said, "I didn't expect someone of your status to be He Zheng's bodyguard."

49 This time the hand cutting the vegetables did not stop, but warned Saiman coldly, "Self-investigating others is not a polite behavior."

"Harman is worried about Haman, I naturally have to investigate it myself, at least we need to know who you are before we can hand over Haman to you." Saiman continued to lower his head to wash the vegetables and explained.

49 naturally understood, otherwise he would have lost his temper just now.

"I don't know why you served as He Zheng's bodyguard, and why you left Ji's house, but with your strength, you can indeed protect Haman well, and you've passed the test."

Saiman finished speaking and handed the washed dishes to 49, looking directly at him.

49 didn't look at Saiman, took the vegetable basket from Saiman's hand and put it aside, quickly washed the pot without answering, as if he didn't like to mention his own family affairs.

Saiman also noticed it, and instead of forcing 49 to answer, he walked out of the balcony and looked downstairs.

Gone so soon?

The luxury car downstairs was full of murmurs.

Although he didn't see the person in the back seat clearly, Saiman saw the person driving the car and knew that it was the person who was following 49's brother, so he just tried to test 49.

He thought 49 would explain, but 49 kept silent.

After about an hour, 49 cooked the meal, and Saiman helped to bring the dishes out of the dining room and put them on the dining table one by one, and he looked good with his sleeves rolled up.

No, Harmoll was a little surprised when he entered the dining room and saw Saiman's appearance. A person who has been waited on since he was a child would do such a thing.

"It's something you can do with your hands."

Saiman walked up to Harman and was about to bow his head for a kiss, but Harman kicked him, and Harman followed behind him.

Saiman smiled and raised his hands in surrender, and returned to the kitchen, brought out two bowls of rice, and let Hamoore and Haman sit down first.

Harmore helped Haman pull out the chair, and he sat next to Haman when Haman sat down.

After a while, 49 and Saiman finished their work, and sat down opposite Haman and Harmoor, and thoughtfully did not let the two brothers sit apart.

"Brother, will you stay here tonight?"

Harman brought some food to Harmore, and looked at Harmore expectantly.

Harmore glanced at 49 first, and then Saiman.

"No comment."

The two spoke in unison, and tacitly agreed to bring food to their wife.

Harmore was taken aback, so straightforward?

"Can't you?"

Harmore didn't answer, and Haman immediately looked at Harmore with disappointment.

"You can stay for one night."

Harmore touched Haman's head, eyes full of doting.

"It's great, we'll take a shower together when we're full, just like when we were kids." Haman said happily.

Harmore didn't hesitate when he heard this, he nodded and agreed.

Saiman and 49 frowned slightly, but after thinking about the fact that they are brothers, they didn't say anything.

Originally they wanted to turn a blind eye, but after eating and taking a bath, the two said they would sleep together, which made Saiman and 49 frown.

At this time, they were looking at the pair of beautiful brothers who wore the same style of nightgowns and let down their long hair after taking a shower with a cold face, and the word Sichuan was frowned between their brows.

"We don't need your consent to sleep together, just to inform you."

Harmore dragged Harman to the guest room, and threw Saiman and 49 in the hall.

Harman looked at 49 apologetically, and then quickly followed Harmore and happily hugged Harmore's arm.

Saiman leaned on the sofa, frowned and sighed, and apologized to 49, "I'll talk about him tomorrow."

49 lit a cigarette, and said in a low voice, "It's understandable that they haven't seen each other for a long time."

When Saiman heard this, he looked at 49 who was sitting on the opposite side of the sofa with appreciation, and then proposed, "Would you like a drink?"

49 didn't reply, but got up and walked to the bar, took two wine glasses and a bottle of foreign wine, unscrewed the lid and poured Saiman a glass with a cigarette in his mouth, and then poured it for himself.

The two raised their glasses and touched each other crisply. They both took a sip and put down their glasses. Saiman then lit a cigarette. The atmosphere was harmonious.

Saiman scratched his hair and puffed out the smoke, "Thank you for tonight."

"Haman wants to see his brother, I want to make him happy, that's all." 49 didn't feel like he had done much.

Saiman has become more appreciative of 49, which is stable and mature, and perfectly complements Harman.

"I probably won't be able to sleep tonight, so I'll have a good drink."

Saiman raised his glass again, smiling bitterly.

49 bumped into him, as if he had the same intention.