He entered a wealthy family by mistake

Hamor, who lived in the last room in the corridor, hadn't seen Haman come to him for a long time. He immediately frowned and showed a scary face. His intuition told him that Haman's failure must be because of 49.

"Damn stinky man."

Hamor cursed, probably guessing that his brother had been eaten.

Saiman was sitting on the sofa with Hamel. He leaned on the sofa and propped up his legs with a smile on his face. He was thinking to himself: He is not afraid of death. Hamel dared to touch Harman here.

"Give me."

Hamor suddenly reached out to Saiman angrily, with a look of anger on his face.

Saiman raised his eyebrows, "Weapon?"

"if not?"

Hamor asked, suppressing his anger.

Saiman didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had seen people who killed their fathers and widows, but never saw people who killed their brothers and husbands.

"Aren't you afraid that your brother will cry to death?"

Saiman stopped leaning on the sofa and sat down, holding Hamel on his lap. He wanted to kiss Hamel, but an angry Hamel covered his mouth and was glared at.

Sai Man frowned. 49 What does it mean when he lays down his gun before dinner?

If he hadn't chatted with 49, Saiman would have rushed over and killed 49 first.

"Maybe it was your brother who took the initiative, look! Your brother directly asked you to send him to country C to find 49, and also asked us to go back first. Didn't he want 49?"

Saiman enlightened Hamor and told him not to be so hostile to 49.

Hamor doesn’t want to either! But when he thought about his innocent brother being seduced by another wild man after only two months abroad, he became more and more angry.

Saiman knew that Hamor wouldn't be able to accept it for a while. After all, the younger brother he had protected for so long was surrendered by a pig. It was already settled that he didn't kill him.

"Needless to say, you can tell that Haman likes 49 very much. On the plane, he kept looking out the window. When he got off the plane, he immediately ran to 49. This is no longer an ordinary liking."

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

He thought that Hamor wouldn't notice it when he was angry, but he just pinched it and was given a warning look by Hamel.

"My Lord Hamor is very powerful, and he can do two things at once."

Saiman immediately smiled and praised, but there was a hint of teasing in it.

How could Hamol not hear it? He wanted to get up from Saiman's lap with a shameless face, but Saiman quickly pushed Hamel back.

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

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

He looked as cold as ice, but his long silver hair was casually clipped to the back of his head through the moonlight outside the window, and his thin hair fell down to his cheeks. He had a charming face. No matter how fierce he was, this hair style would neutralize it. Except Beauty is all that remains.

No, even if Saiman wasn't threatened, he raised the corners of his mouth and reached out to touch Hamor's face, and then his lips.

Hamor frowned again, but he only frowned and did not swat Kasaiman's big hand.

Saiman looked like he had already grasped the sharp-tongued character of Hamol. He lowered his head and approached Hamol's lips, blowing hot air on Hamol's face.

Hamor was speechless. She had been kissing him all day long, so there was nothing to do, right?

I was scolding him like this in my heart, but I didn't just kiss Saiman obediently.

Saiman, who was not scolded, deepened the gap and held Hamol's waist with his big hands.

Hamor was calm at first, but soon his breathing became disordered, and he frequently raised his head to look at Saiman's struggling breath.

Saiman didn't press forward. After kissing for a while, he let go of Hamel and wiped the moisture from the corners of Hamel's mouth.

Hamor opened his mouth and panted slightly, put his hand on Saiman's chest, and subconsciously tightened his grip.

Saiman picked up Hamol and kissed him, then took off the hairpin that held Hamel's hair. His long hair, like a silver waterfall, immediately fell down and pressed against Hamel's body in a white silk nightgown. It was so beautiful. things.

Saiman's Adam's apple was rolling, but he didn't trust this kind of small hotel, so he didn't do anything stupid and lay down on the bed with Hamor in his arms.

Hamor looked surprised, but Saiman actually held back.

He subconsciously glanced at the room. It was made of wood and there was sand flying outside.

It turns out that I think this place is unclean.

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

"Go to sleep! I'll be busy when I get back to country D."

Saiman put his arms under Hamor's head and let him sleep on his head.

Hamor didn't speak, his expression was complicated. He would indeed be busy when he returned to country D.

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

Saiman lowered his head and kissed Hamol, then slept with Hamol in his arms.

At this time, the room opposite Saiman Hamor

Brahma, who came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, rubbed his arms and complained, "It's damn cold. There's not even hot water."

Fan Yu was used to living in five-star hotels, so he was naturally disgusted to death by suddenly staying in a small hotel like this.

But there was no way, they couldn't go too far outside the city. If they were attacked by the enemy, they would not be able to support them.

He Zheng, who had taken a shower first, was sitting on the sofa waiting for Brahma Prison while looking at his phone to check the progress of his work.

Fan Yu sat down on He Zheng, opened He Zheng's nightgown and nestled into He Zheng's arms, wrapping himself in He Zheng's nightgown, shivering.

There is a huge difference in temperature between day and night in Shacheng. The hotter it gets during the day, the colder it gets at night, so Brahma Prison naturally shivered after taking a cold shower.

He Zheng, who had his nightgown pulled away, said nothing and hugged Brahma Prison tightly in his arms to keep him warm.

Brahma Prison is either squeamish, or he has been raised by He Zheng and has never experienced hardship, so he cannot accept this kind of environment for a while.

"Where's the cabbage?"

Brahma asked, seeing no cat anywhere.

He Zheng pointed his chin towards the suitcase, where the cat was asleep.

"It's fine if you haven't gone out. If you go out and get eaten, you won't even know." Brahma Prison muttered.

He Zheng didn't say anything, he picked up Brahma and walked to the big bed.

After covering himself with the quilt, Brahma Prison felt that he was alive and breathed a sigh of relief.

When people are fine, he can do whatever he wants. No, he suddenly sat on He Zheng, raised his eyebrows and looked at He Zheng, who had his nightgown open under him, revealing his eight-pack abs, and smiled proudly.

He was so happy just thinking about it that such a handsome, good-looking, and wealthy man was actually his husband.

Such good genes were wasted.

Brahma Prison sighed for the nth time and lowered his head to stare at his stomach.

How about an operation?