Bodyguards are standing at the door, the kitchen nanny dinner has been done, looking at the sofa head together two people, also dare not go out.

The president's temper is not very good, especially when he is intimate with his wife. Once he is disturbed, he will definitely suffer.

Just wait.

Mu Mian and Tang Jian are well maintained people. They are both in their early 30s. The picture of kissing is so pleasing to the eyes.

Finally, she could not help but gently pushed his chest: "you are not hungry, I am hungry."

He whispered in her ear, "I'll eat you in the evening."

Mu Mian gets up quickly. After three months of abstinence, he feels that the night will be miserable.

At eight o'clock in the evening, he went to Fulton apartment. Shen Zhaozheng also just came back from the army.

"My uncle has been elected president. I'm going to the Presidential Palace tomorrow. My relatives are here. Are you not nervous?"

Shen Zhaozheng smiles: "it's not the first time to see your relatives. I've seen them all during the Spring Festival."

"Today is different from the past. Commander Gu knows what you have done to me. I'm afraid you will not have a good face to show you tomorrow. You should be prepared mentally."

Shen Zhaozheng gently coughed: "want to come, commander Gu is still a reasonable person, not to let me too embarrassed."

Miss can't help laughing: "I hope so."

At half past nine, I was so sleepy that I reluctantly took a bath and came out. I wanted to watch TV with Shen Zhaozheng for a while, but I fell into his arms soon.

Shen Zhaozheng doubts that she is at school these days, and he has not disturbed her. This girl is sleepy again.

Maybe her homework is too heavy, or the foreign ministry's affairs are too complicated.

Anyway, they won't think about it now. After all, they had a big Oolong last time.

It was more than ten o'clock before he picked up the man in his arms and went into the room together.

The next morning, Shen Zhaozheng received a call from yeting, who asked him to have dinner with him at night.

Shen Zhaozheng politely said that he would go to the presidential palace tonight and go to the night home another day.

Naturally, the night court knew that Tang Jian was elected president, so he said it with reasonable reason.

Night court here hung up the phone, the restaurant behind the night some can not see down.

Zhaozheng's mother went to her and made it clear that she hoped that the people at night would not have any contact with Zhaozheng.

She felt that, no matter what the night court thought, it had to be told to her.

Otherwise, Zhaozheng is hard to do.

In front of the huge French windows, the night court ordered a thin women's cigarette, which was sandwiched in her finger, with a cup of coffee in her other hand.

Night Hui walked over, hesitated for a while, opened a way: "call Zhao Zheng to come to have dinner?"

Yeting Lin Mei: "the old man didn't come back from the sanatorium today. I wanted to ask him to come over for dinner and let him have a look at him. Although I am very disgusted with the romantic debts of the old man when he was young, he is also old. He would like to have a son all his life. Let him have a look. Maybe he will be happy."

Night Hui called a tone: "night court, I have something to say with you."

"What, why are you so serious all of a sudden?"

Yehui gently scratched her eyebrow tail with her finger, and said, "in fact Zhao Zheng He It's not our brother. "

The night court suddenly squinted: "you What do you say