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

"It's really useless."

Fan Prison shook the mace in his hand and muttered, blood dripping down viscously.

"Have you dealt with it?"

Fan Prison turned around and saw He Zheng standing behind him, raised his eyebrows and asked.

He Zheng frowned and did not speak, looking straight at the Vatican Prison.

Um?My illusion, is he angry?

Fan Prison looked puzzled and stared blankly at He Zheng.

He Zheng would naturally be angry, and he left the Vatican Prison without saying a word. He really thought that something happened to the Vatican Prison just now.

"Yo! Are you worried about me?"

Fan Prison came to his senses, walked up to He Zheng, stood up straight, smiled and raised his head to meet He Zheng's gaze, and handsomely carried the mace on his shoulder, looking ruffian.

He Zheng frowned again. He didn't bring any weapons in the Vatican Prison. He dared to head-to-head with the enemy with a mace, and now he was still smiling.

He Zheng knew that Vatican Prison was lucky, but what if something really happened?

"Are you really angry?"

Fan Prison sensed that something was wrong, so he didn't dare to smile any more, and looked at He Zheng with some helplessness.

He Zhengfu forced himself to calm down, and he couldn't get angry with the Vatican prison. Getting angry won't solve the problem.

"I wanted to call you just now, but wasn't I afraid that you would be distracted and in danger?"

Fan Prison quickly explained that he was afraid that He Zheng would get angry, because it would be really scary for people like He Zheng to get angry.

Damn it, don't shut me up again!

Thinking that he escaped and was caught and returned to the Vatican Prison for half a month, he swallowed his saliva in fear and backed away subconsciously.

Suddenly He Zheng twisted his eyes sharply, pointed the weapon at the Vatican Prison and pulled the trigger.

Fan Prison's eyes widened instantly, and his heart sank.

But the next second he blinked in confusion, because of the sound of someone falling behind him.

Fan Prison looked back in a daze, only to realize that there was a man who was not dead enough to attack him.

"I'll go, none of this will die."

The Vatican Prison patted his frightened little heart in fear, then turned around and kicked He Zheng, scolding him, "I was scared to death, I thought you were going to hit me."

"Do you need a weapon to hit you?" He Zheng said with a cold face.

Fan Prison immediately sneered when he heard this, "It's as if you don't need anything."

Which time didn't you serve me with all kinds of things, and you didn't stop until I cried.

The Vatican Prison complained about He Zheng, raised his head arrogantly and looked at He Zheng in disbelief.

He Zheng didn't say anything, after all, it couldn't be refuted.

"You still dare to be angry with me. Believe it or not, you will never find me if I run away."

The Vatican Prison kicked He Zheng again, raising an eyebrow at He Zheng with arrogance and threats.

In fact, he just said that there is no reason to run now.

How could He Zheng not know, raised his hand to touch the blood on Fan Prison's face, lowered his head and kissed Fan Prison's lips.

The Vatican Prison laughed immediately, and it can't cure you anymore.

He was full of vigor like a young man, and he had a smug and proud expression on his face.

If this is put on other wives, he will be cleaned up every minute, but He Zheng likes this kind of Vatican prison, without any constraints, he can do whatever he wants, and be himself freely.

"Come on, I'll give you some rewards."

Fan Prison opened his hands, with a face that you can hug casually.

He Zheng didn't stop talking, but he also put the weapon back on his back, picked up Fan Prison and blocked Fan Prison's lips as soon as he raised his head.

Immediately, a smile appeared on Fan Prison's face. He threw the mace, hugged He Zheng's neck, and lowered his head and opened his mouth.

They just hugged and kissed under the dim streetlight, forgetting each other and breathing heavily.

"Hurry up and find the boss and wife."

He Zheng's subordinates ran out of the alley in a hurry, but when they came out, they saw He Zhengfan kissing under the street lamp.

The subordinates were a little embarrassed, coughed unconsciously, but hurriedly guarded the surroundings with their weapons, as long as there was an enemy who dared to come out, they would definitely send him to report to Lord Yan.

49 pulled Haman out of the alley and saw He Zheng hugging his relative, with a cold face the whole time.

Haman looked at his blushing face, but he didn't shyly avert his eyes, but looked straight at He Zhengfan's prisoner.

"This can be kissed."

One of his subordinates suddenly sighed. After all, the entire underground black market was full of shooting sounds, accompanied by wailing and begging for mercy.

"Don't...don't come here."

"Help me...help me."

"Please, I made a mistake and let me go!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

……

From far to near, the voices were all crying and begging to be let go, but no one was relentless, because if these people were let go, they would still continue to do evil.

The purpose of Wendy and Dean is to rectify the entire Shacheng, and the underground black market must not stay.

Don't look at these people crying and begging for mercy, they look pitiful, but they are actually desperadoes, and many of them bear more than ten or twenty lives.

Even when there were no outsiders in Shacheng, they would catch the local residents for fun. I don't know how many young men and women have been ruined by them.

about half an hour later

Shen Tianyu, Ye Miao, Shen Mulicheng Gao Yang, Shen Zheng Fanxiao, and Fan Chengyu Huo Si all walked out from the intersections of various streets and headed to the square where He Zheng and the others were located.

Everyone is fine, and they are still smoking leisurely, but there is enemy blood on their hands and bodies.

Wendy and Dean also came out of the alley after a while, throwing the leader of the dungeon in the middle of the square.

"You... what are you going to do, do you know who I am?"

The leader of the underground black market was obviously panicking to death, but he still shouted loudly in the middle of the square besieged by hundreds of people.

No one paid any attention to him, everyone stood coldly and looked down at him, the dark crowd felt oppressive.