He entered a wealthy family by mistake

Time passed minute by minute, until half an hour passed, neither of the two people moved.

Hamor on the bed was irritable at first, and he almost wanted to stand up and curse at Saiman.

But he knew Saiman did it on purpose, so he held back his anger and told himself to ignore Saiman and let him wait.

But after about ten minutes, Saiman was still sitting on the sofa without moving, and he heard the sound of Saiman lighting up his cigarette, as if he wanted to continue consuming it.

Hamor couldn't bear it anymore and angrily stood up and cursed Saiman on the sofa, "Get out of here, get out."

The fingers pointing at the door of the room were trembling and angry.

His long silver-white hair was hanging down, and he was wearing a close-fitting white silk nightgown. In the moonlight, he looked like an otherworldly fairy. Even with an angry look on his face, he was still delicate and lovable.

Saiman was sitting on the sofa by the window. He just looked at Hamor on the bed opposite and smiled quietly.

Seeing Saiman laughing, Hamol's lungs were about to explode. He picked up a pillow and threw it angrily at Saiman's face.

Saiman easily dodged with a tilt of his head, and the pillow hit the sofa, bounced to the ground, and lay limply at Saiman's feet.

Unable to hit Saiman, Hamor picked up another pillow and threw it at him angrily.

It is true that this time it was aimed at Saiman's face, but before it hit Saiman's face, Saiman caught it with his big hand and threw it on the sofa.

"Okay, if you don't want to leave, then I will."

Hamor got off the bed angrily and strode towards the door of the room.

Saiman finally reacted. He stood up and took a quick step, intercepted Hamol halfway, and carried him directly.

"Let me go, let me go."

Hamor roared and struggled, hitting Saiman on the back hard, causing his long hair to hang down.

Saiman didn't say anything. He bent down and put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table, and then threw Hamol on the sofa.

Hamor was already weak, and Saiman was so tall. He was completely dizzy from this throw, and had no ability to resist at all.

This damn man, does he think I'm a punching bag?

Hamor stood up holding on to the sofa, feeling dizzy.

He raised his head and was about to scold Saiman, but Saiman took the initiative to lean towards him, supporting the sofa with his big hands and looking at him with a strong sense of oppression.

The moonlight reflected on his green eyes, adding a touch of bottomless depth, as if it could suck people in.

Others would definitely be afraid of this, but Hamol was not.

"Is this interesting?"

he asked Saiman angrily.

Sai Man curled his lips and replied, "It's indeed interesting. We Lord Hamor don't get angry easily."

After saying that, he picked up Hamor's silver hair with his fingertips and kissed it on his lips.

Hamor frowned slightly as he watched his hair slipping from Saiman's fingertips.

He discovered that the angrier he became, the happier Saiman became. He was very animalistic.

"Is it so hard to admit that you care about me?"

Saiman raised his hand and touched Hamor's face. He was not angry, but had an affectionate smile on his face.

"Why didn't I realize that you were still a love brain before?" Hamor said to Saiman rudely.

After all, there are a lot of enemies now, but Saiman just wants to fall in love with him.

Saiman, who was hurt, smiled instead of getting angry, "I will be whatever brain you want me to be. The decision is in your hands."

When Hamor heard this, he didn't blush or be shy, nor was he moved, because he just wanted Saiman to pursue his career, instead of just thinking about making him better all day long.

Suddenly, Saiman frowned because there were a lot of red spots on his body.

After being targeted twice by this piece of shit, Saiman got angry and immediately got angry. He picked up the ashtray on the coffee table and threw it at the window. The glass fell with a sound, followed by his roar, "Get out."

The snipers outside were startled and immediately put away their weapons in a hurry.

The Wuyu subordinate said, "You even told me that the two of them weren't fighting and you still don't believe it."

The straight male cancer captain said, "Lord Hamor was thrown out. I must have thought that was like that!"

The speechless subordinate said, "That's called fun, do you understand it?"

The straight male cancer captain didn't understand what fun was, and everyone threw it out.

"Let's go, otherwise the second prince will be really angry."

The others left quickly, not daring to stay any longer, because Saiman was glaring at them with a murderous look on his face.

Watching this scene, Hamor held his forehead and was speechless. He also knew that Saiman was holding a grudge, so he threw the ashtray to warn the snipers outside.

"Why are you taking it out on them?"

Hamor frowned and said Saiman.

Saiman didn't say anything, but suddenly lowered his head and leaned towards Hamol, and then kissed Hamol tentatively on the lips.

Hamor was stunned for a moment, but it was only for a moment, and he closed his eyes the next second.

Hamor's non-resistance made Saiman feel happy, and the gap between them slowly deepened.

Hamor subconsciously grabbed Saiman's clothes and raised his head slightly.

It took a long time for the two to separate. One gasped slightly and the other curled his lips as they looked at each other.

Saiman picked up Hamel and sat down on the sofa, letting Hamel sit on him.

Hamor, who thought he was going to be thrown again, nervously hugged Saiman's neck, obviously frightened.

"Don't worry, I won't throw you."

Saiman said with a smile, stroking Hamor's frightened face with his hand, as if to comfort him.

Hamor, who hugged Saiman's neck, blushed and said nothing, looking at Saiman's face as if from another world.

How could he look at Saiman so close for a long time, and Saiman did the same.

They looked at each other under the moonlight. One was tall and strong, and the other was charming and weak with long hair reaching her waist. The shadows reflected on the coffee table behind them seemed to form a beautiful painting.