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

"I'm starving to death. Is there no one to cook?"

Fan Prison entered the kitchen, touched his stomach and looked around.

After a fight, they are all hungry now, but they have nothing to eat when they come back.

"Do it right away, madam, please wait."

The servant girl entered the kitchen with pots and pans in her arms, and the piles of pots and pans were so high that they blocked her view and it was very difficult to watch.

After thinking about it, Fan Prison took it from her hand and asked, "Where to put it?"

The servant girl was a little confused, and after a while, she pointed to the cleaning table and panted, "Just put it on top."

Fan Prison did not speak, and easily put the pots and pans on the cleaning table, and looked out of the courtyard with a frown, "Why do so many men outside ask you, a girl, to carry this?"

"It's not that they don't help, it's that they've been busy all day and I'm too embarrassed to ask them to help, so I declined." The servant girl immediately waved her hand to explain.

But I didn't expect that they really wouldn't help if I said I didn't need to help!

The servant girl wanted to cry.

"Why reject them, one or two of them are very strong, and it will be fine for you to move for a while without trouble. When can you move alone?"

Fan Prison said as he rolled up his sleeves and walked out of the kitchen, looking like he was going out to help.

The servant girl was a little moved. Although the wife of their family has no common sense, she is easy to get along with kind-hearted people.

I want to work in the He family for the rest of my life, and I won't leave even if I'm killed.

The servant girl rolled up her sleeves and followed the Vatican Prison with a cheerful expression on her face.

No one from He Zheng was called to help outside the Vatican Prison outside the courtyard, after all, they were all eating and resting.

In the end, he helped the servant girl move the rice and vegetables to the kitchen, and stacked up the wall next to the big kitchen.

"I'll cook right now, you can have your meal after a while."

The servant girl poured a glass of fruit juice for Fan Prison, and hurriedly washed the pot.

Fan Prison lazily put one hand in his pocket, drank juice and walked out of the kitchen.

Suddenly he looked around suspiciously, and when he didn't see the butler, he asked the servant girl, "Where are the butlers?"

The young lady who washed the pot raised her voice and said, "It seems that I haven't come down since I went upstairs. I guess I fell asleep because I was too tired."

"Oh okay!"

Fan Prison didn't do what he thought, and continued drinking the juice.

He Zheng walked into the dining room from the outside at this time, and he handed the juice to He Zheng.

He Zheng took a sip and returned it to the Vatican Prison without saying anything or being disgusted.

Fan Prison took the cup and continued to drink, muttering, "I just heard that the housekeeper never knew that Ye Miao was your second sister's son, why did you keep it from him?"

"Things were a bit complicated at the time."

As he spoke, He Zheng patted the dust off his clothes for the Vatican Prison.

"Even if it's like this, it shouldn't be hidden for so long! He must think that you have tricked him into hiding upstairs and he can't be sad."

The Vatican Prison continued to preach, and gave He Zheng a blank look.

He Zheng didn't say anything, but he always felt that this matter should not be said, and he didn't know why his intuition told him so.

"Meow~"

The cat suddenly entered the dining room, wandered around the foot of Fan Prison, rubbed against Fan Prison's legs and raised its head to bark.

"Where did you go?"

Fan Prison put the juice on the table and bent down to pick up the cat.

"Why is your hair wet?"

"Huh? This... blood?"

Fan Prison looked up at the cat's little feet and found that it was indeed blood.

"Damn it! You went to catch mice and eat them?"

Fan Prison hastily squeezed open the cat's mouth to look, but the inside of the mouth was very clean.

"Strange, why is there no blood in the mouth?"

Fan Prison was a little confused, but after careful inspection, there was indeed no blood.

"Where did you get the blood?"

Fan Prison poked the cat's head and asked in a serious voice, just like preaching to a child.

The cat meowed suspiciously, and looked up at Fan Prison innocently.

He Zheng, who was standing aside, raised the cat's paw to see that it was indeed blood, and it was still very new.

"What's going on, why are the cat's bloody paw prints all over the floor, are you injured?" The voice of his subordinates sounded from outside the hall.

"I don't know! But it seems to have come down from upstairs." Someone said.

Hearing the words "upstairs", He Zheng in the dining room inexplicably had a bad feeling, and suddenly turned pale and rushed out of the dining room.

"Why are you going!"

The Vatican Prison shouted from behind, but He Zheng didn't look back.

He Zheng followed the cat's footprints to the master bedroom, the door was ajar with a small gap.

Panting, He Zheng pushed the door open and walked in. The bloody footprints of cats all over the place came into view, and water slowly flowed out of the bathroom.

The cat must have stood at the door of the bathroom and howled for a while, but it didn't see the housekeeper take care of it before going downstairs to play in the Vatican Prison.

He Zheng rushed to the bathroom door in a hurry, but the door was locked when he twisted it hard, so he had no choice but to forcefully kick the bathroom door open.

The strong smell of blood immediately hit the nostrils, and the butler lay in the bathtub with his eyes tightly closed, motionless, and the blood in the bathtub was red.

"damn it!"

He Zheng was irritable for the first time, he quickly picked up the butler from the bathtub and strode outside, blood-red water splashed all over the floor.

"This...what's the matter?"

The Vatican Prison who rushed to the door of the room turned pale with fright.

"Don't say anything, go to the military doctor first."

He Zheng hurriedly explained to the prison, put the butler down on the bed, and quickly covered the butler's wrist with a quilt.

"Okay, I... I'll go right away."

Fan Prison hurriedly dropped the cat and ran to the first floor. He remembered the room on the first floor where Ji Cheng's military doctor lived.

The housekeeper who was rescued opened his eyes in a daze, and vaguely saw a figure.

"……master?"

He murmured weakly, wanting to raise his hand to touch the face of the person in front of him, but he didn't have the strength to do so.

He Zheng felt uncomfortable for a while, and realized that the butler had no worries after knowing Ye Miao's identity, so he went down to find his father.