He entered a wealthy family by mistake

"I, I'm going to see His Highness and the others."

Rank found an excuse and ran away quickly, as if he was running away.

Os's face was full of questions, and he didn't even know what happened to Rank.

He stepped up to follow Rank, and soon he was outside the door of Hamor's room.

At this time, Rank's face turned red and he buried his head tightly in confusion.

Aos glanced at the door indifferently, complaining in his heart, should we pretend that we don't exist?

In the past, Aos would not criticize Saiman and Hamor's love, but Rank is still a child. Isn't this embarrassing Rank?

Rank was indeed in a difficult situation now. His ears and neck were all red, and he lowered his head so shy that he didn't dare to move.

Oss lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall, took Rank into his arms with his big hands, and puffed at the ceiling and said, "Cover your ears."

Rank immediately followed the instructions and obediently leaned on Oswai's hands to cover his ears, his face as red as a cooked shrimp.

This time I was honest.

Os, who was neither beaten nor scolded by Rank, raised the corners of his mouth and rubbed Rank's slightly curly and soft light blond hair with his big hands.

"Don't take advantage of me."

Rank scolded Os, but his voice was sweet and his face was even redder than before.

"Then you want me to go away?"

Os asked with a smile.

"No."

Rank immediately stopped him, grabbed Os' clothes tightly, and then covered his ears in panic.

Aos was amused by Rank's actions, and the curve of his mouth became more intense.

There's nothing wrong with the male wife. She's so cute and so small, it's strange that people want to love her.

Oskar put his big hand on Rank's head again and rubbed Rank's head with a smile.

"I told you not to rub my head, you're deaf."

Rank lowered his voice and scolded Os, getting a little angry.

Aos didn't say anything, took off the ring on his hand while holding a cigarette, and then put it on Rank's index finger.

Ranke was very confused, what is it?

He stupidly took his hand and looked at it, and it turned out to be a ring.

Isn't this his family's gemstone ring? Why are you wearing this for me?

Ranke was not happy, but frowned.

He took off the ring, raised his head in Seos's arms, and said angrily, "I don't need this thing."

"This is the proof of my family, take it." As he said, he puffed out smoke leisurely and lazily plucked the hair from his forehead with his big hands, revealing his outstandingly handsome European and American facial features.

"Why should I take this? I'm not from your family." Rank was angry.

Ao Si was very calm and lowered his head and replied to Rank, "You will be the eldest daughter-in-law from now on. If you don't wear this, who will?"

"Daughter-in-law, have you lost your mind?" Rank's eyes turned red with anger and he yelled at Os.

Os frowned and asked Rank, "If you don't marry me, who will you marry?"

"Who wants to marry you? Am I crazy?"

Rank cried angrily, he had never been so wronged before, it was simply inexplicable.

"asshole."

Rank threw the ring into Osman's arms, wiped his tears and ran away.

Aos scratched his head irritably, "Why is this different from what you imagined? Shouldn't it be that you are happy? Why are you crying?"

Aos looked like he didn't know what went wrong. He bent down and picked up the ring.

As soon as he stood up straight, the door was opened, and Saiman looked at him with a gloomy look. It was obvious that Oskar was too noisy to disturb them.

Seeing that Saiman Aos was not panicked or anxious, he took a puff of smoke and asked Saiman calmly, "How should I comfort this wife when she is angry?"

It was strange that Saiman would answer Os's question, and he was furious, "Get out."

Then he kicked Os and shut the door angrily.

Oslo patted his thigh with a slight expression.

He put the ring on, took out his cell phone and started searching for ways to comfort his wife when she was angry, and what to give her to make him happy.

"A car and a villa?"

Os frowned, Ranke didn't lack any of these.

"Send a marriage certificate?"

This seems to work!

Aos thought about it seriously, but didn't realize that the post was a prank.

When Saiman returned to his room, he wanted to stab Aos outside the door, and he was just joking with him in a serious manner.

Hamor, who was lying on the pillow with flushed cheeks, was constantly breathing. He had no extra time to care about things outside.

The rest must be changed to five days next time, Hamor cursed inwardly.

Saiman, admiring Hamol's embarrassment, sat down on the bed and said to Hamol with a smile, "Why are you still angry when you agreed?"

It's obviously just soft and hard work, but I agree with it.

Hamor was very angry, sat up with difficulty, and glared at Saiman.

At this time, his long silver hair fell down his fair and beautiful back, and with his beautiful face, he exuded an alluring sense of mystery in the room that was only illuminated by moonlight, like a fallen fox fairy with white ears.

Seeing how charming his wife was, Saiman ignored the complaint in his eyes and hugged him on his lap.

Hamor was so angry that he refused to hug Saiman and pushed him.

Saiman smiled and put one hand on Hamor's back and the other stroking Hamor's long hair. He smiled softly and said, "How can we, Mr. Hamor, be so beautiful and angry all the time? What should we do if we get so angry?"

Hamor was furious when he heard this and twisted Saiman's arm, "Shouldn't Your Highness examine himself before saying this?"

Saiman was not hurt by being pinched. He was worried that Hamor would be angry again, so he kissed Hamel's cheek and coaxed him softly, "Take a rest first. After you have rested, I will help you take a bath. When you regain your strength, you can deal with me in any way you want." .”

Hamor was so angry that he wanted to refuse, but he couldn't muster any strength. With tears in his eyes, he lay on Saiman's body, and he gave in angrily.

Saiman raised the corner of his mouth because Hamol was so well-behaved. He stroked Hamol's long hair quietly, and just held Hamol so that he could rest on his body.