"Don't say I didn't remind the Second Prince that there are snipers on the outer side of the villa. They are all people I raise, so I don't recognize you, the Second Prince."

Hamore, who was picked up, had a calm voice and was not panicked at all. He just looked down at Sai Man who was holding him.

"Do you think I was scared?"

Saiman scoffed, thinking that Hamore was not happy to hold him and scare him.

Hamore didn't explain, and looked at Sai Man with his hands wrapped around his chest, inexplicably feeling condescending.

Saiman frowned, could it be true!

Just questioned this way, the next second, more than ten red dots shot on Sai Man's body, which was very dazzling.

"Damn it!"

Saiman cursed and turned around and stared out the window fiercely.

But when those people saw his face, they did not put down their weapons, but continued to look at him.

"As long as I have a look, your brain will explode. I advise you not to show off your strength and let go of me." Hamore reminded with kindness.

Saiman was full of anger. He was a dignified second prince and wanted to hug Hamore, the minister, and he couldn't do it?

"Dare you dare to let them hit me?"

Saiman looked up and frowned and intimidated Hamore.

Hamore smiled softly, "Do you think I dare not?"

Saiman immediately gritted his teeth angrily because Hamore really dared to do this.

Now, Hamore said, "There are countless people who want to kill you. If you die, everyone is rushing to curry favor with me."

"you"

Saiman was blocked by Hamore again and couldn't say a word. He was furious, but he didn't dare to do anything to Hamore.

"It's quite troublesome to clean the carpet, so you'd better put me down!"

Hamore's voice sounded like no lethality, but in fact, it meant that if you splattered blood on the carpet, I had to spend money to wash it and ask me to ask someone to clean it up.

How could Saiman not hear it? He was so angry that he was so angry that he could do anything. The red dot on his body had no intention of removing it. He could only hold back his anger and put Hamore down the ground.

Hamore, who was put down, said nothing, tidied up her suit and long hair, wiped her trousers and sat down on the sofa.

Do I think I'm a dirty thing?

Hamore's actions made Saiman extremely unhappy. No one would stick to him, but Hamore ignored him and pushed him away.

Damn it!

Saiman was irritated and pursed his blonde hair, and the green eyes that looked at Hamore were full of anger.

He sat down on the sofa opposite Hamore, arrogantly leaning against the sofa and putting his legs on the coffee table, pointing at the command of Hamore, "I'm weak, pinch it for me."

When Hamore heard this, he raised his eyes and looked at Saiman, looking like he was looking at something foolish.

Am I the maid in his palace?

"You are my mother's wife, but you are now helping me by following orders. Then I am your master. You can do whatever I ask you to do, right?" Saiman asked dissatisfiedly.

Hamore took out the fruit knife in the fruit plate without refuting and threw it to Sai Man’s feet. He smiled politely and told him, “I can consider pinching it for you if you cut it.”

He was laughing, but in fact he wanted to kill Saiman, treating him as a lunatic, and bringing him here with all his princely diseases.

Saiman was so angry! His chest was so up and down. Hamore dared to talk to him like this.

“Hamore.”

Saiman clenched his fists and roared at Hamore opposite him in anger.

Hamore was completely unaffected. He poured a cup of tea and drank it, "I have found a hotel for you. People over there will come to pick you up later, so I won't send it."

After saying that, Hamore put down the teacup and looked up at Saiman, who was angry on the other side.

"You asked me to stay in a hotel?"

The race was unbelievable.

"If you want to live in the sky, I can book you a plane for a month so that you can sleep on the top every day."

Hamore said as he leaned against the sofa, his long legs folded gracefully with his hands on his knees, his face cold.

Saiman's lungs were about to explode now. It was obvious that he wanted to live here, but Hamore said that on purpose.

"Okay, you dare to drive me away, you have a habit." Saiman finished speaking and shouted angrily at the door, "Lank."

"Your Highness."

Rank, who was waiting nervously outside, opened the door immediately, but before he could enter the room, he ordered him, "Take my luggage in and put all my clothes in the closet."

"Okay... OK."

Rank didn't dare to say no, and immediately pulled Saifeng's suitcase into the room, took out the handful of Saifeng's clothes and hung them out.

Hamore frowned. He didn't expect Sai to be so thick-skinned.

“Prepare your bathrobe.”

After Saiman ordered Rank, he got up and walked towards the bathroom, took off his gem-studded clothes and threw them on the ground, revealing his strong eight-pack abs and strong body.

"yes."

Rank responded quickly, not daring to neglect at all, not ordinary people who are afraid of being full.

Yet, no one is not afraid of the irritable Simmon, except Hamore.

At this time, Hamore's eyes were so cold that they could kill people. Do you think this is his room?

"I'm sorry, Lord Hamore, please bear with me for a few days, and your Highness will return to China in a few days."

Rank, who came over with a bathrobe, apologized to Hamore, for fear that Hamore would be angry.

Hamore was really angry and just restrained it.
Chapter completed!