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

Harmoll, who lived in the last room in the corridor, hadn't seen Harman coming to look for him for a long time, and immediately frowned with a frightened face, telling him intuition that it must be because of 49 that Harman couldn't come.

"Damn stinky man."

Harmore scolded in a low voice, probably guessing that his brother was eaten.

Sitting on the sofa with Harmore, he was leaning on the sofa with his chin resting on his legs with a smile on his face, thinking in his heart: I am not afraid of death, Harmore dares to touch Haman here.

"give me."

Hamoel suddenly stretched out his hand to Saeman angrily, with a look of anger on his face.

Filled with raised eyebrows, "Weapon?"

"if not?"

Harmore held back his anger and asked back.

Sai Man couldn't laugh or cry, he had seen someone who killed his father and widowed his spouse, but he had never seen someone who killed his brother's husband.

"You are not afraid of your brother crying to death."

Stuffed and no longer leaning on the sofa, sat down and hugged Hamel on his lap. If he wanted to kiss Hamel, the angry Hamel covered his mouth and was stared at.

Shiman frowned, what does it mean that he lay down the gun when the meal was served at 49?

If it wasn't for chatting with 49, Sao Man would have already rushed over and beat 49 to death first.

"Maybe your brother took the initiative, look! Your brother directly asked you to send him to country C to find 49, and let us go back first. Didn't he think what 49 is?"

Shuman enlightened Harmore, so that Harmore should not be so hostile to 49.

Neither does Harmore!But when he thought that his innocent younger brother was hooked up by other wild men after only two months of going abroad, he became more and more angry.

Saman knew that Harmore would not be able to accept it for a while. After all, his younger brother who had protected him for so long was confessed by a pig. He would be fine if he didn't kill him.

"I don't need to say that you can tell that Haman likes 49 very much. On the plane, he kept looking out of the window. When he got off the plane, he immediately ran to 49. This is no longer an ordinary liking."

Saman continued to enlighten Harmore, put his hands on the waist of Harmore who was sitting facing him, and took the opportunity to squeeze it.

He thought Harmore wouldn't notice when he was angry, but he just squeezed it when Harmore gave him a warning look.

"My Lord Hamoore is amazing, and he can do two things at once."

Sao Man immediately praised with a smile, but there was a hint of teasing in it.

How could it be that Harmore couldn't hear it, and he wanted to get up from Shuman's lap with a bad face, but Shuman pushed Harmore back quickly with his eyes and hands.

"Why, Your Highness wants to sleep outside and feed the mice?"

Harmore's voice was full of warning, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously.

He looked as cold as ice, yes, but his long silver hair was clipped on the back of his head casually through the moonlight outside the window, and the thin strands of hair fell down his cheeks with a charming face. No matter how fierce he was, he would be neutralized by this hairstyle, except Beauty is only beauty.

No, even if Shiman wasn't threatened, he still raised the corners of his mouth, and reached out to touch Hammer's face, followed by his lips.

Harmore frowned again, but it was just a frown and he didn't slap his stuffed hands away.

The stuffed appearance had already grasped Harmore's knife-mouthed and tofu-hearted character, and lowered his head close to Harmore's lips, and the hot air hit Harmore's face.

Harmore was speechless, he kissed him all day long, he had nothing to do, right?

He was scolding like this in his heart, but he still obediently stuffed him with kisses.

The one who was not scolded stuffed and deepened the gap, holding Harmore's waist with his big hand.

Harmore was calm at the beginning, but after a while his breathing became disordered, and he frequently raised his head to take a breath for the stuffed man.

Stuffed didn't push further, after kissing for a while, he let go of Harmore, and wiped the moisture from the corner of Harmore's mouth.

Hammer opened his mouth to pant slightly, pressed his hands to his chest, and tightened his hands subconsciously.

Saman hugged Harmore and kissed him, and took off the hairpin that held Harmore's hair. The long hair like a silver waterfall immediately fell down, sticking to Harmore's body in a white silk nightgown, which was so beautiful thing.

The stuffed Adam's apple rolled, but he was worried about this kind of small hotel, so he didn't mess up, and lay down on the bed with Harmore in his arms.

Hamoel's face was full of surprise, but Saman held back.

He subconsciously glanced at the room, which was made of wood, and there was dust flying outside.

It turned out that it was not clean here.

It would be a lie to say that Harmore was not moved, he just didn't show it directly.

"Sleep! I'll be busy when I get back to Country D."

Shom put his arms under Harmoll's head and let him sleep on his pillow.

Harmore didn't speak, and his expression was very complicated. He was indeed busy when he returned to country D.

He didn't want to think about these troublesome things now, moved into Shiman's arms, closed his eyes, and grabbed Shiman's nightgown.

Saman bowed his head and kissed Harmore, and put his arms around Harmore to sleep.

At this point, fill the room opposite Harmoll

Fan Prison, who came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, rubbed his arms and complained, "It's fucking cold, there's no hot water."

Fan Prison is used to living in five-star hotels, so he suddenly finds it disgusting to live in such a small hotel.

But there is no way, they can't be too far outside the city, if they are attacked by the enemy, they will not be able to support them.

After taking a shower first, He Zheng sat on the sofa and waited for Fan Prison, while looking at his mobile phone to check the work progress.

The Vatican Prison sat down on He Zheng, pulled away He Zheng's nightgown, and nestled in He Zheng's arms, wrapped himself in He Zheng's nightgown, trembling.

The temperature in Shacheng differs greatly between daytime and nighttime. The hotter the daytime, the colder the nighttime. Therefore, Fan Prison, who had taken a cold shower, was naturally shivering.

He Zheng, whose nightgown was pulled away, didn't say anything, and hugged the Vatican in his arms to keep him warm.

Fan Prison is not squeamish, but has been raised by He Zheng without suffering, so it will not be able to accept this kind of environment for a while.

"Where's the cabbage?"

Fan Prison asked, but there was no cat anywhere.

He Zheng pointed his chin to the suitcase, where the cat nestled and fell asleep.

"It's fine if you don't go out. If you go out, you won't know if you are eaten." Fan Prison murmured.

He Zheng didn't say a word, picked up the Vatican Prison and walked to the big bed.

After putting on the quilt, Fan Prison felt that he had come back to life, and breathed a sigh of relief.

When he was free, he could do whatever he wanted, no, he suddenly sat on He Zheng, raised his eyebrows and smiled smugly at He Zheng, who was wearing his nightgown and showing his eight-pack abs.

Such a handsome man with good figure and money turned out to be his husband, just thinking about it made him feel happy.

What a waste of such good genes.

Fan Prison sighed for the nth time, and still lowered his head and stared straight at his stomach.

Or, do an operation?