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

A glass poured over the Vatican Prison that He Zhengxian brought home long ago

Dizzy, he sat up from the bed while propping his forehead, scratching his head in doubt.

"Aren't I at the birthday party?"

Fan Prison's mind went blank, he only remembered that Licheng gave him a glass of wine, and the general said he didn't dare to drink it, but he just poured it down on the table and fell unconscious.

"What the hell did that damn Li Cheng give me?"

Fan Prison became irritable in an instant, clenched his fists and wanted to kill Li Cheng.

"Meow."

The cat, who had been waiting by the bed early, barked happily when it heard the voice of Fan Prison.

"Little cabbage?"

Hearing the sound of the cat, Fan Prison looked towards the bed.

Seeing that it was really a cat, he stretched out his hand on the bed and stroked the cat's hair and asked, "Where's your dad? Where is your dad? Why isn't he in the room?"

The cat meowed and tilted its head slightly, as if it didn't know what Fan Prison was talking about.

Fan Prison touched his aching head and sighed, "It's strange that it understands what I say!"

Fan Prison lay back on the bed, stared at the ceiling stupidly, and called out after a long time, "He Zheng."

He yelled and there was no response, Fan Prison glanced at the bathroom, and only looked at the door when he saw no movement in the bathroom.

"Damn it, I'm not in my room at night and I'm going to wander somewhere."

Fan Prison got up a little angrily, got out of bed, picked up the cat and walked barefoot to the door of the room.

He thought He Zheng was outside, but when he opened the door, there was no one there.

Looking at the long and empty aisle, Fan Prison frowned, "What does the man mean by leaving his drunken wife behind and disappearing?"

Fan Prison muttered displeasedly and walked towards the stairs, but when he was about to go down, he ran into Haman who was going upstairs, holding cut fruits in his hand.

The prisoner was stunned, "Why are you here?"

Haman nodded politely at the Vatican Prison before replying, "49 and I just came over, and he was talking with Mr. He Zheng in the small hall."

"No wonder there is no one."

Fan Prison murmured, holding the cat and looking towards the small hall at the end of the corridor, and walked there.

Haman followed behind, looking at the Vatican Prison from time to time.

Fan Prison gave him the feeling that he was handsome and masculine, tall and slender with eight-pack abs, and a good husband's figure, but he was a wife.

"Why do you come here to talk about things? Can't you stay in the room, so I can't find anyone when I get up."

After entering the small hall, Fan Prison immediately complained to He Zheng on the sofa, walked up to He Zheng, and sat down in He Zheng's arms, lying comfortably while stroking the cat in his arms.

"Afraid to disturb you."

He Zheng lowered his head and kissed the prisoner's lips, then patted his head, "Are you sober?"

"I'm awake, but my head is still a little dizzy and uncomfortable. Next time I meet that grandson in Licheng, I will beat him to death." Fan Prison was furious.

After cursing, he yawned, lay limply on He Zheng's body, and asked with sleepy displeasure, "I'm so sleepy, when will you be okay?"

After speaking, he yawned again, tears burst out, and he looked very listless.

"almost."

He Zheng kissed Fan Prison to comfort him, and let him lie in his arms and sleep for a while.

Where can I sleep in the Vatican Prison!Sitting opposite was 49 with a cold face.

After a while, Harman also entered the small hall and sat beside 49.

49, who was still indifferent to Brahma Prison, saw Haman's expression change instantly, and his whole person softened a lot.

He handed Haman a tissue to wipe his wet hands, and then fed him.

Haman opened his mouth to take it, and shyly covered his mouth with one hand to eat.

Really gentle.

Watching Haman eat the fruit, Fan Prison murmured this sentence in his heart, and at the end there was another tearful yawn, and the cats in his arms were affected and yawned continuously.

Are men in country D so beautiful?

Fan Prison, who was lazily resting on He Zheng and stroking the cat on his chin, couldn't help being so puzzled, and looked straight at Haman.

Haman, who was watched, thought that the Vatican wanted to eat fruit, so he inserted a piece of fruit and handed it to the Vatican.

Fan Prison leaned over to take it without thinking about it, and then continued to lie back in He Zheng's arms and lick the cat comfortably.

He Zheng and 49 immediately glanced at the two of them, but they didn't say anything. It's just that they are not so stingy.

"This is He's latest transaction details."

49 Handed the sorted documents to He Zheng who was opposite.

He Zheng took it over and read it carefully.

"Hammer once planted eyeliner in the villa, maybe he knows something about your father's death." 49 said.

He Zheng looked at the document without saying a word. After closing it for a long time, he raised his head and asked 49, "Can I get in touch?"

49 nodded, now it is not difficult to contact Harmore.

Haman, who was listening on the side, bowed his head and remained silent. He knew that his brother had done a lot of bad things here. He didn't know the specifics, but he knew that he had offended He Zheng before.

Haman hated himself for not being able to do anything and not being able to undertake these things with Hamoel.

He Zheng, "As long as the murderer of my father can be found, he can ask for any conditions he wants."

49 nodded and called Saiman after listening, turned on the speakerphone and put the phone on the coffee table so that He Zheng could listen together.

Seeing the phone on the sofa ringing, Hamoel picked it up and took a look, and frowned instantly when he saw Saiman's note about his brother-in-law.

"Who's calling?"

Saiman happened to come out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and raised his eyebrows curiously when he saw that Harmore was looking at the phone and didn't answer it.

"Your good brother-in-law."

Harmore glared at Saiman angrily.

Saiman walked to the sofa, smiled and raised Hammer's chin with his fingers, "Isn't it your brother-in-law?"

Harmore was so angry that he didn't speak, and clapped Sai's hand.

Saiman guessed it well, sat down on the sofa and hugged Harmore on his lap, kissed Harmore with a smile on his face, and took the mobile phone in Harmore's hand to answer.