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

With a snap, Hamoel patted Saiman's big hand touching his eyes, and asked Saiman angrily, "Is it fun?"

"Do you think it will be fun?"

Saiman just asked Hamoel lightly, without anger, but with his own seriousness.

"Then what do you mean, insist on forcing me like this?"

When Harmore said this, his eyes were very red, as if he was about to cry, which made people feel distressed.

Saiman didn't speak, he didn't want to make Harmore cry.

But Saiman didn't answer his own question, which made Harmore even more angry, and tears fell down.

"Ha...Hello, Master Harmore."

Rank suddenly walked behind Saiman and greeted Hamoel cautiously.

Seeing Lan Ke, Hamoel immediately turned his head away to wipe away his tears, in a hurry.

Saiman turned sideways to block Hammer's body, and turned his head to give Lan Ke a cold look.

Lan Ke realized that he couldn't see, and immediately turned away.

God!Master Hamoore actually cried?

Lan Ke still felt unbelievable, and wanted to pinch his thigh for fear that he was dreaming, and the pain was too terrible, so he gave up.

With a sigh, Saiman hugged Harmore who was wiping tears into his arms, and stroked his head.

"Who allowed you to touch me, let go."

Hamoore pushed Saiman angrily, but there was no way to push him away. After all, he had only surpassed Saiman's neck and was thin, but Saiman could directly hug him in his arms. How could he be able to match Saiman's strength.

"Now is not the time to be angry with me."

Saiman said, but did not let go of Harmoll in his arms.

"Who is angry with you, you are mine, and I am angry with you?"

Harmore scolded hoarsely, his eyes were even redder than before.

Compared with his younger brother Haman, Hammer is more slender. He is weak and does not practice swords, so apart from his beautiful and cool appearance, he has a physique that can be pushed down, let alone facing the tall and 197 Saiman. A proper hand can control the delicate Hamel.

"If I wasn't yours, why would you pick me up!" Saiman questioned, but he didn't get angry.

Harmore bit his lips and remained silent when he heard this, because he couldn't explain and didn't dare to explain.

Harmore in his arms didn't make a sound, and Saiman let him go, pinching his chin with his big hands so that he could watch him answer this question, his face full of seriousness.

Harmore looked aside stubbornly, but he didn't want to meet Saiman's eyes, and his eyes became more and more red.

Saiman was displeased, but he didn't get angry, and he didn't pinch Hammer's jaw forcefully to force him to look at him again.

In his impression, Harmore seemed to be broken at the touch of a finger, and he often fell ill. His body was so weak that he was afraid that Harmore would be injured if he tried hard.

Just like now, he just gently pinched Harmore's chin, and Harmore's chin became very red.

But Saiman didn't understand why such a weak person had such a stubborn temper and always pretended to be very strong.

"Is it necessary to be so brave in front of me?"

Saiman couldn't figure out why Harmore didn't rely on him. He didn't understand until he came to H country, but now he has the answer in his heart.

He frowned and asked Harmore, "Whose are you?"

Saiman's sudden words made Harmore flustered, and the hands around his thighs trembled.

What do you mean, why are you asking this all of a sudden?

Harmore immediately forced himself to calm down, and the tears in his eyes disappeared, replaced by nervousness.

"I don't need to say that you are basically sure that Ye Miao is my eldest brother's son, and my mother has been with him all the time, but it has been a day and the He family has not been attacked. Why?"

Saiman continued to ask, and seemed to be asking if you were not from my mother at all.

"I don't know what you're talking about. If I don't go back, I'll go back by myself."

Harmore tried his best to evade this question, and walked away in a panic, but Saiman's big hand had already grabbed his wrist, preventing him from leaving.

He pulled Harmore towards him, and asked Harmore seriously, "Tell me, are we enemies or not?"

Harmore raised his head and looked at Saiman, biting his lip instinctively, and biting his lip showed that he was nervous.

Saiman also saw it, and subconsciously clenched Hammer's wrist.

"Then let me ask you in another way. Putting everything aside, are you my enemy?"

Harmore is inexplicably angry. If it is his personal idea, do we still need to question it?

He raised his head and shouted back to Saiman, "If I want to kill you, I can do it anytime."

Saiman knew this was the case, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"Play me around, you are satisfied!"

Hamoel angrily pulled his wrist from Saiman's hand, as if throwing a temper tantrum, because he knew that Saiman was forcing him on purpose, but he still ran over foolishly.

Saiman, who was asked this question, did not speak, but looked at Harmore with a smile on his face.

He was naturally satisfied, how could he be dissatisfied, but he was satisfied that Harmore came to pick him up, and he didn't mean to play with Harmore.

Seeing Saiman's triumphant smiling face, Harmore became angry again, "You will never come back."

After yelling these words, Harmore left in a rage.

Saiman must have returned. He quickly followed and hugged Hammer, and shouted with a smile, "Rank, take your luggage."

"Okay, Your Highness."

Lan Ke in the room immediately followed with the suitcase, not daring to neglect.

Harmore, who was picked up, didn't seem surprised, and looked away from Saiman angrily. After all, he had already met Saiman's conditions, and Saiman would definitely go back with him.

He was Qi Saiman who used this method to force him, and even pulled out his undercover agent.

But he was so angry that he had nothing to do with Saiman, so he had to obediently come to pick him up.