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

"His Royal Highness is bullying Lord Hamoore again."

On the tree outside the villa, the sniper looked at Harmore's room through the scope of the weapon, sighed so loudly, chewing gum lazily, blowing bubbles.

The person on the side slapped him on the back of the head and scolded, "You kid still eats chewing gum, I'm afraid that others won't know where we are!"

"What's the matter? There are no enemies."

The men continued to blow bubbles, and none of them nervously stared at Harmore's room, wanting to see the scene with a smirk.

But suddenly he was startled with fright, quickly put away his weapon and leaned against the tree, Saiman glared at him with a murderous look.

I'll go, can everyone see me this late at night?

The man patted his chest, and he was terrified at first glance.

Harmoll in the room, when he saw Saiman twisting his eyes out of the window, he understood that the sniper was on the other side.

Instead of blushing and shyness, he pointed his chin at the window and told Saimon to close the curtains.

With a smile on the corner of Saiman's mouth, he stretched out his hand and pulled up the curtain.

He looked down at Harmore, who was below him, with a strong smile, "Do you want to test with me if we can have a baby?"

"Your Highness, don't you think I'm a kid to be fooled?"

Say what you want to eat, such a lousy excuse.

Harmore cursed in his heart, he had already seen through Saiman's intentions.

Saiman didn't deny it either, he lowered his head and kissed Harmore's lips, with a smile on his face all the time.

Harmore didn't refuse, but he looked a little annoyed.

Saiman obediently let go of the hands above Harmore's head, and stopped pressing them.

With a smile on his face, he bowed his head and kissed Harmore again, and another, very sweet.

Harmore still didn't say a word, moved his wrist that was hurt by the pressure, and gave Saiman a blank look.

In fact, Hamoore didn't hate Saiman like this, and he also knew that as long as he wanted to, he could control Saiman at any time and let Saiman circle around him.

The reason why he didn't do that was that if he did it too much, he would die, and second, he also liked Saiman's occasional hooligans a little bit.

"Let me see."

Seeing Harmore moving his wrist, Saiman worried that Harmore was injured and wanted to check him.

Hamoore didn't show Saiman his hand, but looked at Saiman's lips fixedly.

Saiman raised his eyebrows amusedly, it was the first time Harmore looked at him like that.

It didn't look like he was angry, Saiman murmured in his heart.

After mumbling, Harmore suddenly raised his head and kissed him. His eyes darkened instantly, and his brows were full of warning, "I'm not joking with you at this time."

How could it be possible that Harmore didn't know what it meant, put away his usual inconsistency, took the initiative to hug Saiman's neck, and kissed him again.

After deciding to live a lifetime, Harmore has nothing to keep, anyway, his heart and body belonged to Saiman long ago.

The sudden feeding made Saiman so excited that he wanted to swear, he immediately blocked Hamor's lips and took the initiative.

Oss, who was standing outside, yawned and glanced at the door of Hammer's room.

Don't you sleep?

Oss complained and lit a cigarette against the wall.

The subordinate standing on the side ignored the voice inside and said embarrassingly, "Osko, it's late, you go to rest! I'll just watch in the middle of the night."

The subordinates felt ashamed to be alone, and Oss was standing next to him, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. The atmosphere was more terrifying than social death.

"No need."

Puffing smoke and looking at Oss from the opposite window, he didn't want to leave. After all, he was used to standing guard at night in case of any emergency.

The subordinate was embarrassed, he suddenly remembered something, and he immediately said to Oss, "Mr. Lan Ke just went on patrol to go back to rest, and he probably just returned to his room."

Oss stopped smoking when he heard his wife's name, raised his eyebrows and asked his subordinates, "Did he ask you to tell me?"

His men were confused and did not understand why Oss asked such a question.

"I just slapped me the day before yesterday. I thought I was still angry. Now I have someone tell me." Oss said with a strong smile on his face.

"Then you stand!"

Aos walked away, feeling better.

"It's not Osko, have you misunderstood something?"

The subordinates shouted anxiously behind him, but Oss had already gone downstairs and disappeared.

"This... nothing will happen to this!"

The subordinate's conscience is disturbed, he didn't expect to harm Lan Ke!I just want to take Ossie away.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rank, if you really don't like our Osko, then give him a kick, and give him a slap to drive him out."

The subordinates clasped their hands together and prayed that Lan Ke could beat Oss so that nothing bad would happen.

Now all the subordinates know that Oss is pursuing Ranke, and people with a discerning eye can see that Ranke has no interest in Oss, and wants to kill Oss every day, but Oss has obviously regarded Ranke as his wife, which made his subordinates In private, they all scolded Oss for being thick-skinned and shameless, molesting other good women and men before even writing off his horoscope.

Oss came to the door of Lanke's room on the first floor. If he wanted to knock on the door, he could do nothing. He turned the doorknob and entered the room.

The room was bright, and there was a sound of running water in the bathroom. Lan Ke should be taking a shower.

Oss thought for a while before turning around and leaving the room without washing himself, planning to come back later.

Lan Ke in the bathroom didn't know about it yet, he just wanted to wash up quickly and go to sleep, yawning frequently from sleepiness.