He Zheng looked at the unfamiliar wife who was sitting on her, who was both dishy and fond of making, and her eyes twisted slightly.

With these words, he can make the Fan Zhu unable to walk the way these days, but some people are not afraid of death and dare to directly provoke him.

"What, could I be called a slightest and angry?"

He Zheng's silence made Fan Zhuo become more and more arrogant. He also took the lead in tightening the collar of He Zheng and looked at him with a condescending smile.

In fact, everyone in Fan Zhu knows that no matter how he makes trouble or gets angry with He Zheng, He Zheng will not be able to hold him back because He Zheng loves him so much that he will never use excessive means on him.

It was because of this that Fan Zhuo relied on He Zheng's favor for him to spend money indiscriminately. He ran away and asked He Zheng to chase him behind his butt.

After a long time, Fan Zhu still thinks it’s good. In this way, the two will not get tired of being together every day, they will not easily quarrel, and they will not dislike each other. What did Fan Zhu think?

But for He Zheng, having this wife means not having this wife. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, either on the way to find a wife or on the way to go.

He was so serious that he had never touched the Brahma Prison for a year, because he often ran away and couldn't find it. In addition, he was busy with work, so he had to be careful of his uncle's underestimation. He was so busy that he had to take time to find Brahma Prison. After a long time, his temper was not good.

"Does there be anything wrong with you? I can sit on you so quietly."

Fan Zhuo suddenly lowered his head and looked straight at Xiao He Zheng, and slapped him hard and looked unhappy.

He Zheng pinched his eyebrows and forced himself to calm down, afraid that he would really not be able to control himself from killing the Brahma Prison.

"What does it mean? Do you have any objections to me?"

Fan Zhu frowned and stared at him, and poked him, but the next second he suddenly looked at He Zheng in horror and asked him in panic, "You, you can't use it too much?"

He Zheng didn't say anything coldly, and directly held the front face of Fan Zhuo with one hand, holding it with a gloomy and forceful grip.

"Damn it, it hurts, it hurts, my face hurts so much, you let go."

Fan Zhuo immediately shouted and slapped He Zheng's arm.

"He Zheng, you bastard, let go!" Fan Zhuo slapped He Zheng's arm in pain and became irritable.ωωw..net

The angry He Zheng ignored Fan Zhuo's shouting, turned him down with brute force, pressed his hands tightly on his head, and leaned over to look at him with a cold face.

Fan Zhuo immediately widened his eyes, and it was only a while before he could do it.

Damn it, he finished it, his expression was not right, and he seemed to be angry.

"I know I'm wrong, don't do anything wrong." Fan Zhuo, who was afraid of being punished, immediately apologized and was timid in seconds.

However, He Zheng had already endured it. He opened the drawer beside him with a cold and dangerous face, and took out a small pink thing.

Seeing this thing, Fan Zhuo's pupils instantly dilated and immediately tightened in fear.

"You... don't fucking messing around. His surname is He."

Fan Zhuo yelled and struggled in fear. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't break free from He Zheng at all.

Mom, he is serious?

Oh damn, he doesn't look like he scares me.

I don't want to put this thing on, I won't let it go if I beat you to death.

Fan Yu's face gradually turned pale, and he really had a psychological shadow on this.

"You...If you dare to use it, I will fight you hard."

The Brahmasa threatened and tried to let He Zheng stop, but it was useless.

Just as He Zhengyao was brute force to release Fan Zhuo, the door of the room suddenly rang.
Chapter completed!