Time passed quietly, and the woman's cheeks gradually climbed into a flush, which looked even more beautiful in the moonlight.

Feeling that his breathing was blocked and his brain was deprived of oxygen, Asa Zike subconsciously beat the man's chest with a powder fist, and a thick ambiguous meaning spread around.

Mozu Beitan exhaled a breath of turbidity, looked down at the woman's pink cheeks and the two seductive lips, and his lower abdomen couldn't help but tighten.

Asa Zike opened his misty beautiful eyes, his little hand couldn't help but caress the man's face, and said softly: "How have you been doing in the past four years?" ”

"Woman, I've been looking for you for four years!"

Asa Zike chuckled in his heart, and looked at the man in disbelief: "What did you say?" You ......"

Mozu Beitan held the woman's little hand and stroked her palm with his face, he didn't want to picket what happened four years ago now, what he really wanted to investigate at this moment was what Ling Nianfeng was hiding from him.

Asa Zike leaned his head on the man's shoulder and muttered, "Can we go back four years?" ”

Mozu Beitan couldn't help but be stunned, glanced at the woman, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his dark eyes.

Asa Zike snorted and said, "Haha, look at you, I'm just ...... it."

"End the present and begin the future."

"Huh?"

Mozu Beitan smiled slightly, pulled the woman into his arms, and his tone was not lacking in the original domineering and cold: "From today onwards, if you dare to leave me, just try!" ”

The man glanced at the woman, his dark eyes were full of determination, he would never let this woman leave him again, the patience he had been looking for in four years was exhausted, just like she said, not for the two of them, but for Mo Yechen.

However, time will eventually change the past, and even love at first sight can happen, let alone love over time?

Asa Zike was confused: "I ......"

"When I sit in this position, I will give you an official name."

Qianzi Ke bit his lip and shook his head: "I don't need any reputation, I just want a normal family, a well-behaved son, and a ...... Husband. ”

Mozu Beitan didn't speak, quietly looking at the moon as big as a disc in front of him, and an unfathomable smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

Asa Zike sniffed his nose, raised his head to look at the man's chin and sighed slightly: "In four years, you have changed a lot." ”

"People change."

"I know, Your Excellency......"

Without waiting for the woman to finish speaking, Asa Zike couldn't help but exclaim, slapped off the hairy hand on his waist and said with a resentful expression: "What are you pinching me for?" ”

"If I don't repeat my words a second time, what should you call me?"

"......" Asakko snorted, four years apart, although legally they are still husband and wife, but after all, the time is not short, and it is still difficult to call her husband.

"Why, it's so difficult to scream on the plane?"

Asa Zike smiled slightly: "When you officially introduce me to the world, I'll call again." ”

Mozu Beitan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you talking to me about conditions?" ”

The woman chuckled: "How dare I negotiate terms with His Excellency the President?" Okay, it's not too early, it's time to go back, you have to work tomorrow......"

"Sit down again."

Three words directly interrupted what the woman was going to say next, and Asa Zike nodded by default, leaned his head back on the man's shoulder, and quietly enjoyed the comfort of the night.

The two hands interlocked their fingers again at some point, giving each other a silent greeting.

On the other side, the Presidential Palace.

Ink bun was bored and walked around the study, walked to the desk in small steps, and climbed to the leather chair easily with a small hand and a kick of his calves, his eyes swept away, and his starry pupils were tightly locked on a photo on the table, and a man and a woman kissed passionately in the snow.

The little guy picked up the photo and looked at it again, his face couldn't help but sink, a sense of crisis came from the bottom of his heart, and the sixth sense of genius told him: This man named Mozu Beitan is not only His Excellency the President, but also here to compete with him for favor!