"There is still a year to go before the next president takes office, and everyone is voting ....." At this time, these words jumped on the news, and the president suddenly realized.

Everything seems to have just begun, but I didn't expect that it was almost over.

"No, I can't .....," the president was a little agitated.

He forgot that the chair had fallen, that his chopsticks had fallen to the ground, and that he had not looked behind him.

The president slumped back, expecting to sit in a chair, when something poked at him, almost into his abdomen, and his hands were on the ground.

"Ah, what is this?" the president looked down as he pressed his hand against the chair on one side.

I saw him sitting on top of the chopsticks, and most of the chopsticks had penetrated deep into his body.

The president braced himself up, and he was already injured, and it was very difficult for him to stand up.

"Mr. President. At this moment, the secretary pushed the door and ran in.

Just as he was about to report the matter, the president stood up halfway and was so frightened by him that he fell to the ground, his chopsticks digging deep.

He broke out in a cold sweat in pain. The secretary didn't notice anything unusual about him and stepped forward to report to him.

"Mr. President, ....... your itinerary"

The president gritted his teeth, and after listening, he said to him: "Got it, you go out and prepare first, and I'll come later." ”

"Yes. The secretary listened, withdrew, but looked at him, and always felt that he was a little strange, and the expression on his face was a little painful, as if he was a little... Constipation?

While he was out, the president stood up, clamped his legs, and ..... things

He leaned weakly on the table, his hands clutching the edge of the table, gasping for breath.

"Unlucky, what's going on lately?" said the president, gritting his teeth, dropping his chopsticks on the ground and getting up to change his clothes, every step painful.

"Whether it's Xiao Mohan or anyone else, they can't stop me, I won't be defeated. He said, struggling to straighten up.

The bombing of the Black Family Castle is a vivid light war.

Now, he trembles every step he takes.

To guard against Xiao Mohan, but also against more people....

"Mr. President, Mr. President. Lian Zhenzhen had a miscarriage and crawled out of the room.

I tried to hold his leg tightly, but he kicked him away.

The president condescended, stared at her, and said, "Looking back at Yan's side, report to me at any time if there is news, otherwise... I can't guarantee that your life will be easy. ”

He said to the bodyguard: "Send her back to the house, and don't let her enter the villa without my order." ”

The president clamped his legs and walked into the car.

The luxurious car drove away, and Lian Zhenzhen's hair was scattered, and she was dragged into the car by the bodyguards, who sent her back to the house, and washed the car with water, as if she had soiled the car.

"I, Lian Zhenzhen, am the daughter of the family, how could I fall to such a situation? You men are not good things, I will definitely not let you have a good time. Lian Zhenzhen gritted her teeth and got up from the ground.

She was in a mess, and she didn't have the luxurious appearance she had before.

Even Zhenzhen Road couldn't walk steadily, and when he pushed the door open, he was blocked.

"You, Gu Chengdong?" Lian Zhenzhen was so frightened that she fell to the ground, she kept moving back, looking at him in fear.

Gu Chengdong stretched out his hand, took a bottle of wine, and fell to the ground.

"Smack. He took the lighter, threw it on the ground, and said, "If you want to enter the Gu family, you will get rid of the mold on your body." ”

Lian Zhenzhen kept retreating, and was forcibly pulled by someone, dragging her from the fire.

She lay on her stomach on the ground, her brass chest hitting the ground like a gong and a drum.

The fire burned, and the copper was not burned, but the fire was so great that it burned the copper red, and burned it on her breast, and her flesh seemed to be burned.

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