Suddenly, a burst of warm applause rang out, Minister Bai took the stage to speak again, commanded the backstage to play the propaganda film of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and then announced to everyone the news that Tan Xiyao would remain in the Central Committee, but what sounded in the stereo was a discordant Jiao~ gasp.

And the picture played on the big screen of LEd shocked everyone present......

On the snow-white velvet bed, a woman in a small red dress writhed on the bed, delicate ~ panting ~ groaning, constantly pulling the clothes on her chest, that look, that look like a prostitute ~ woman...... The picture is cut very well, followed by the picture of Tan Xiyao taking off his suit jacket, and he quickly walked towards the woman on the big bed with the coat...... Then I couldn't see the man's face...... There is only a pair of hands playing with the bed ~ a scene of the pink ankles of the prodigal woman......

Alive, sensual, anyone can imagine what is about to happen next?

And Gu Xi looked at Yiqiē on the screen and was completely stunned...... Is this dissolute woman her...... Is this man who her Uncle Tan...... My head hurts...... What's going on...... There was no longer the slightest impression, and the only thing that could tell her was the flaming red dress, which she wore that night...... But her intuition told her that Tan Xiyao couldn't do such a dirty thing, especially after seeing the hands holding her ankles, she seemed to be even more sure that this man was not Uncle Tan at all...... But this woman is really herself.

"How could it be ......" Gu Xi staggered back in disbelief, his body suddenly lost his center of gravity, his feet staggered, and he almost fell to the ground, but fortunately he was supported by a big hand.

Tan Xiyao hugged Gu Xi in time, her expression was extremely heavy, and the warmth of her palm made her calm down a little when it reached her waist.

"Uncle Tan, sue me for not being true."

"Sissy, I'm here, don't believe in those illusory things."

Minister Bai on the stage had a pale face, and he had already roared, "Turn off the screen for me quickly." "The people in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs have been lost.

I heard a staff member running over in a panic, "Minister, it's all out of control, the control buttons don't work at all, there are hackers." ”

Tan Xiyao shouted decisively with a calm face: "Then smash the screen." ”

The staff looked at Tan Xiyao, and then at the minister, but he didn't move for a long time, and Helan Sheng, who reacted, picked up an iron handicraft for decoration without saying a word and smashed it into the big screen, and the screen was damaged and quickly blackened.

However, the atmosphere that had just quieted down was exclaimed loudly because a woman next to her pointed at Gu Xi, "The woman on the screen is her, she is a prostitute~woman." ”

Everyone's eyes began to gather in Tan Xiyao's arms, and the storm broke again.