The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

Chapter 1015 Love House and Wu

"I am full."

The Vatican Prison who solved the midnight snack got up and sat in He Zheng's arms, picked up He Zheng's juice and drank it.

He Zheng didn't say anything, he hugged the waist of Fan Prison in his arms with one hand, looked at the housekeeper standing opposite and asked, "I don't know if you know that my father has a secret room?"

"Does the master have a secret room?"

The housekeeper was obviously ignorant, and looked at He Zheng suspiciously.

It seems that they don't know.

He Zheng didn't continue to ask, but asked in another way, "My father can draw?"

"Yes, after all, the master is proficient in designing jewelry and painting before."

The housekeeper didn't know why He Zheng asked such a question, but he answered his question with a smile.

This is, want to know what the master means?

The butler thought this in his heart, and looked straight at He Zheng, looking at him in a daze, and saw the shadow of Master He in his youth from He Zheng, and was taken aback for a moment.

Compared with He Zheng, Mr. He is more stern, with a pair of sharp and serious eyes, tall and overall a little more stable than He Zheng, but also a little cold, and his whole body is full of decisiveness.

Seeing He Zheng sitting with his arms in the Vatican Prison, the housekeeper's mouth became warmer. The father and son have very similar behavior habits.

But slowly the happy smile on the housekeeper's face faded, as if he saw two figures sitting here.

Sitting in the man's arms, he was suddenly startled by the kiss, and hurriedly buried his head and blushed in embarrassment.

Me, what am I thinking about Young Master He Zheng?

The housekeeper dismissed his memories with a pale face, which was simply blasphemy.

"Are you also good at drawing people?"

He Zheng didn't know what was going on in the housekeeper's mind at this time, so he continued to ask.

The housekeeper was obviously astonished when he heard this, and his body froze.

The hand next to his leg subconsciously grasped his pants, trying his best to calm down before answering, "I can draw, master is good at all fields."

These small movements of the butler were all captured by He Zheng, and he had a panoramic view.

"You keep all father's jewelry collection?" He Zheng deliberately changed the subject.

The housekeeper heaved a sigh of relief when He Zheng didn't continue the topic, and replied with a gentle smile, "It's all here with me. If you need it, I'll go get it."

"No, just let you go, I'll just ask."

The butler was puzzled, "That book is kept for you, and you can take it whenever you want."

something for me?

Who would keep so many expensive jewels for the housekeeper for his son, which would add up to tens of billions of dollars. It would be treacherous every minute in anyone's hands, and it would be unsafe to put it in a bank safe?

"What did my father like before he was alive?"

He Zheng asked in a pause, looking at the butler opposite him.

The housekeeper raised his heart again, and the panic in his eyes was fully exposed.

"My father didn't like anything?"

He Zheng, who was holding the waist of Fan Prison with one hand, asked again, looking straight at the butler.

The butler lowered his head and said nothing, he didn't know how to answer, he couldn't say that his master liked to let him lie still and draw a portrait of him!There are also many pictures of the Eighteen Bans, what if He Zheng is misunderstood that his father is a pervert.

"Don't be nervous, I'll just ask, it's late, you go to rest!"

Seeing that the housekeeper's expression was not right, He Zheng clicked and pointed his chin out of the dining room.

"Then, well, you and your wife should go to bed earlier."

The butler left in a hurry, not daring to turn his head, his expression was not very good.

As soon as the butler left the Vatican Prison in He Zheng's arms, he raised his head curiously and asked, "Did your father trust the butler so much that he even let the butler keep the jewels for him?"

He Zheng's voice was flat, "Most of those jewels were given to the housekeeper by my father."

The Vatican Prison was stunned, and instantly stood up excitedly and turned to He Zheng, bumping his head against He Zheng's chin, "Damn it, but isn't your jewelry very expensive?"

The hairy He Zheng of the Vatican Prison has become numb, and he raised his head to avoid the Vatican Prison to prevent him from bumping into him again before returning, "Those are all jewelry designed by my father himself. Now it is a masterpiece, and now it is worth a piece of jewelry if you take it out for auction now." Not cheap."

"Then your father is really generous! Even more generous than you."

Brahma Prison could only think of this, and exclaimed, but He Zheng thought of the portrait in the secret room.

In the past, he didn't understand why the housekeeper never left the He family, but now he understands a little bit.

"Didn't bite your tongue!"

The Vatican Prison reacted slowly, facing He Zhengzu's hand and looking left and right with He Zheng's chin.

"fine."

He Zheng returned and took down the prisoner.

Fan Prison said okay, and murmured to He Zheng, who hugged He Zheng's neck, "I always feel that the housekeeper is weird. A few days ago when he was cleaning our room, he suddenly stared at your father's photo non-stop. I called him for a long time before he came back to his senses, his eyes were still red, as if he had wiped away his tears in a hurry."

"And your father's room is full of pictures of the housekeeper and your sister. Whether it's a graduation photo or a life photo, it's all taken with the housekeeper. Otherwise, it's your father, but there is no picture of your sister and their mother."

Fan Prison kept talking non-stop, but He Zheng didn't feel annoyed. He put his hands on Fan Prison's waist and stroked his fingers, "My elder sister gave birth to my sister and they passed away soon after. I heard from my second sister that they were all taken care of by the housekeeper. big."

"No wonder the housekeeper loves Ye Miao so much. It turns out that he regards Ye Miao as his grandson."

"But it's not right! The housekeeper also loves you very much. It's not too much to say that he treats you like a son." Fan Prison added something else.

He Zheng didn't speak anymore, after all, the housekeeper's affection for him and Ye Miao had surpassed that of a housekeeper.

"Those who don't know think the housekeeper likes your father?"

Fan Prison said suddenly, with his back leaning on the dining table, leaning on his elbows, he looked at He Zheng in front of him lazily.

Sure enough, this face is always handsome.

Fan Prison pursed his lips in displeasure, and leaned on the dining table to step on He Zheng's chest.

He Zheng wasn't angry, he was thinking about what the higher-ups in the Vatican Prison said, maybe the housekeeper only loved him and Ye Miao out of love for the house.