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

Saiman and 49 drank for several hours to pass the time, but no matter how much they drank, it was still dark.

Finally, at three o'clock in the morning, the two of them had to take a shower, and 49 went back to their own room to sleep. Saiman said that they would lie down on the sofa for a while, and the house became so quiet.

Not long after, Haman got up and went to the bathroom, he went to the bathroom outside in a daze, and went back to room 49 habitually.

49, who was about to fall asleep just now, was a little puzzled when he heard the sound of the door opening, and without realizing it, the figure slipped into his bed, lay in his arms and pillowed his arms.

"Drowsy?"

49 stroked Haman's face, guessing that Haman must have subconsciously returned to him after going to the bathroom.

"You know how to go back to sleep with me."

The corners of 49's mouth curved slightly, and he lowered his head and kissed Haman's forehead, then gently hugged Haman into his arms, and covered him with the quilt.

The dazed Haman always felt that he was sleeping in 49's arms, but he was too sleepy, so he didn't open his eyes to confirm, and fell asleep leaning against 49's arms with his long hair loose.

Harman in the guest room, he got up after waiting for a long time when he didn't see Harman came back, and went out of the room with his dizzy head looking for shoes to wear.

When he came to the bathroom outside, Hamoel sighed and touched his forehead immediately when he didn't see Haman inside. He probably knew where Haman had gone.

He glanced at the hall with small lights on, tightened his nightgown and walked outside.

It didn't take long for him to see Saiman lying on the sofa with his back alone.

Hamoel walked towards Saiman, and lay down on Saiman's back, tightly next to Saiman's body.

Saiman turned over and faced Harmore, with surprise in his eyes, "Why did you come out?"

Hamoel moved into Saiman's arms before returning, "Haman went to the bathroom and went back to sleep in his husband's room, leaving me alone in the guest room."

After hearing this, Saiman laughed, "It turns out that our Lord Hamoore was abandoned by his younger brother."

Harmore, who was called by Saiman, immediately gave Saiman a kick, "If you are not poor, you will die, right?"

"No, but it will be fun."

Saiman returned to Harmore with a smile, and raised his hand to pinch Harmore's cheek.

Harmoel patted Saiman's salty pig's hand with a bad face, and gave Saiman a stare.

Saiman, who received the stare, still had a full smile, lowered his head and kissed Harmore's lips, and easily embraced Harmore's frail body.

Harmore looked upset, but he didn't push Saiman away or scold him, but lay quietly in Saiman's arms, his long silver hair fell to the ground.

"49 is a good person, and his status is worthy of Harman."

Saiman took the initiative to lift 49, and gently stroked Hamoore's long hair.

Harmore didn't speak, but he didn't have the anger he used to, which was a good start.

"I just had some drinks with him. It seems that he is not the kind of person who will drink too much and go crazy with alcohol. He can hold a lot of alcohol and the wine quality is not bad." Saiman continued, watching through the moonlight shining in from the large floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking at Hammer's face in his arms, his eyes were affectionate.

Sure enough, this face is so beautiful no matter what time you look at it.

Saiman murmured in his heart, looking at Hamoel's face in a daze.

"He took it down so quickly?"

Harmore frowned displeasedly and said Saiman, it was the first time that Saiman had such a high opinion of outsiders.

This made Saiman show a dumbfounded face, "It's a bit awkward to take this word, but I have a wife, what if my wife gets jealous?"

Saiman also teased Harmore in turn, pinching Harmore's long legs that were exposed outside his nightgown.

"Who would be jealous?"

Harmore scolded angrily, and he didn't seem to hate being molested by Saiman, otherwise he would have given Saiman a kick.

"I don't know who will be jealous, but my wife will be jealous."

Symon was so nasty that he turned the subject around, and Harmore was so angry that he wanted to whip him.

"Don't make me angry every day, you don't feel well, do you?"

"There is such a thing."

"you"

Harmore was too angry to speak.

"It seems that His Highness likes to sleep by himself."

Harmore got up angrily and walked to the guest room, ignoring Saiman.

Saiman naturally kept up with Harmore, and picked up Harmore's thin body with one lunge, like a princess.

"open."

Harmore yelled.

"Don't be so loud, what will they do if you wake up your brother later?"

Saiman lowered his voice to silence, smiled and carried Harmore into the guest room and put him on the bed.

Harmore was furious, but he didn't dare to make too much noise, so he kicked Saiman in the stomach in a fit of temper.

Saiman didn't hurt from being kicked, after all, Hamoore was not strong enough.

He lay down and hugged Ha Moore in his arms, let him rest his arms and said suddenly, "Today Ye Miao had a car accident."

Ha Moore heard nothing, and seemed to be waiting for Saiman's next words.

Saiman also understood, and continued, "It probably has something to do with Shen Tianyu. He is the heir of the Shen family. If the enemy dare not confront him head-on, they will naturally attack Ye Miao."

"You also know that my eldest brother and sister-in-law are good to me. I can't just sit back and watch their son being bullied like this."

"Just tell me what you want!"

Harmore frowned impatiently, and Symon kept his tone tentative.

"He will definitely follow Shen Tianyu back to Shen's house tomorrow to attend Shen Wei's birthday party. In the eyes of those guests, Ye Miao is just a little brat with no status, and someone will definitely point fingers at him."

Harmore finally understood the meaning and asked him to intervene.

"Ye Miao is not an enemy, he has no idea about that position, and Sai Desi will not want to become an enemy with Ye Miao."

Saiman hugged Harmore's waist tightly, and kissed Harmore on the forehead, telling Harmore not to be wary of Ye Miao.

Hamoore didn't speak. As the saying goes, an enemy's enemy is a friend, so there's no need for him to make things difficult for Ye Miao.

"I'll take you there tomorrow and sleep."

Hammer closed his eyes after finishing speaking, not intending to continue.

The corners of Saiman's mouth curled up in an instant, and he hugged Hamoore's waist tightly and glibly said, "Our Master Hamoore is really kind-hearted, and he is indeed the good wife I like."

"No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak."

Harmore cursed in a low voice, looking angry but actually happy in his heart, after all, his ears were red.

How could Saiman not know, smiled and kissed Hamoel before falling asleep in his embrace.