He entered a wealthy family by mistake

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

"Do you think it would be fun?"

Saiman just asked Hamor back lightly, not with anger, but with his own seriousness.

"Then what do you mean, you have to force me like this?"

When Hamor said this, his eyes were very red, as if he was about to cry, which was heartbreaking.

Saiman didn't say anything. He didn't want to make Hamor cry.

Saiman did not answer his question, which made Hamor even more angry and tears fell down.

"Ha...Hello Lord Hamor."

Rank suddenly walked up behind Saiman and greeted Hamor cautiously.

When Hamor saw Rank, he immediately turned his head away to wipe away his tears in a hurry.

Saiman turned sideways to block Hamol's body and looked back at Ranke coldly.

Rank realized that he couldn't look and immediately turned aside.

Oh my God! Lord Hamor actually cried?

Rank still felt unbelievable, and wanted to pinch his thigh again because he was afraid that he was dreaming. It was too painful, so he gave up.

Saiman sighed and hugged Hamor, who was wiping tears, into his arms and stroked his head.

"Who allowed you to touch me? Let go."

Hamor pushed Saiman angrily, but he couldn't push him away. After all, he only reached Saiman's neck and was thin, but Saiman could hold him in his arms. How could he be able to match Saiman's strength.

"Now is not the time to get mad at me."

Saiman said without letting go of Hamol in his arms.

"Who is angry with you? Who are you to me that I am angry with you?"

Hamor scolded in a hoarse voice, his eyes even redder than before.

Compared with his younger brother Haman, Hamol is more slender. He is weak and does not practice swordsmanship. Therefore, in addition to his beautiful and cold appearance, he has a physique that can be knocked down with a push, let alone facing Saiman, who is tall and weighs 197cm. The delicate Hamor can be controlled with just one hand.

"If I wasn't yours, why would you come to pick me up?" Saiman asked, but he wasn't angry.

Hamor bit his lip and fell silent when he heard this, because he couldn't explain it and didn't dare to explain it.

Hamor in his arms said nothing, and Saiman let go of him. He held his chin with his big hand and asked him to look at him as he answered the question, his face full of seriousness.

Hamor looked aside stubbornly, not wanting to look at Saiman, and his eyes grew redder.

Saiman was unhappy, but he didn't get angry, nor did he forcefully pinch Hamor's chin to force him to look at him again.

In his impression, Hamol seemed to break down at the first touch, often fell ill, and was so weak that he was afraid that Hamol would be injured if he exerted force.

Just like now, he just gently pinched Hamel's chin, and Hamel's chin turned red.

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

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

Saiman couldn't figure out why Hamol didn't rely on him. He couldn't figure it out until he came to country H, but now he had the answer in his mind.

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

Saiman's sudden words made Hamor panic, and the hands on his thighs trembled.

What do you mean, why are you asking this suddenly?

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

"Needless to say, you are basically certain that Ye Miao is my eldest brother's son. My mother has been looking for him, but it has been a day and the He family has not been attacked. Why?"

Saiman continued to ask, looking like he was asking if you are not my mother's wife at all.

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

Hamor tried his best to avoid the problem and walked away in a panic, but Saiman's big hand had already grabbed his wrist and wouldn't let him leave.

He pulled Hamol towards him and asked Hamol seriously, "Tell me, are we enemies?"

Hamor 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 held Hamor's wrist tightly.

"Then let me ask you in another way. Putting everything aside, are you and I enemies?"

Hamel 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 at any time."

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

"You fooled me around, you're satisfied!"

Hamor angrily pulled his wrist out of Saiman's hand, as if he was losing his temper, because even though he knew Saiman was deliberately forcing him, he still ran over stupidly.

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

He was naturally satisfied, how could he be dissatisfied, but he was satisfied that Hamol came to pick him up and had no intention of playing tricks on Hamol.

Seeing Saiman's successful smile, Hamor became angry again, "You will never love me back."

After shouting these words, Hamor left in a rage.

Saiman must have returned. He quickly caught up and picked up Hamol. He shouted with a smile, "Rank, bring your luggage."

"Okay, Your Highness."

Rank, who was in the room, immediately followed him with his suitcase, not daring to neglect.

Hamor didn't seem surprised to be picked up, and was so angry that he didn't look at Saiman. After all, he had met Saiman's conditions, and Saiman would definitely go back with him.

He was so angry that he used this method to force him and even pulled out his undercover agent.

Unfortunately, he has nothing to do with Saiman, so he has to come and take Saiman back obediently.