The corridors of the presidential palace are shrouded in pale golden lights, and the Italian carpets are lavishly simple.

Ling Yi heard a powerful sound of footsteps coming from behind him, and when he turned around, he saw an extremely noble figure coming from behind him, surrounded by servants, bodyguards, and assistants.

Huo Yexing, who walked in the front, was wearing an ink-black handmade custom suit, and every stitch was extremely ironed, wrapping his tall figure. The tall figure looks even more handsome.

I don't know if the light in this corridor makes him more dazzling, or because his own light illuminates the entire corridor. In short, his whole figure is wrapped in an aperture of light, with its own light, which is eye-catching.

Thirty years old, the best age for men, faded from youth, is the best gift precipitated by the years. Calm and wise, elegant and atmospheric, eyes like torches, between the black hair, a pair of extremely blue eyes as deep as midnight, and the temperament is upside down.

When he came up to sit side by side with her, she was stunned.

She has always thought that Yan Chen is the best-looking man in the world, or she is selfish and biased towards Yan Chen, so she likes his appearance very much. But Huo Yexing was like a shining body, too dazzling, attracting her attention and making her marvel at his perfection.

"I'll send you." He passed by her, walking without stopping, without inquiring.

Ling Yi came back to his senses. Send her?

It should now be 6:40 a.m., the time for His Excellency the President to ride a horse.

His legs were long and he was always walking fast, and she trotted a few steps to keep up, "Don't bother, I'm ......"

"By the way."

Anlie opened the backseat door of the Lincoln RV and bowed his head respectfully. I think, the Congress and the Bureau of Investigation are one in the south and the other in the north, spanning most of the city, and deliberately set off more than an hour in advance...... Is this called a dropway?

Your Excellency the President, is there any misunderstanding about the way?

"Get in the car."

His voice, tone, and tall figure were so powerful that as usual, she had no room to refuse.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

Ling Yi didn't think much about it and got into the car.

The Lincoln convoy marched forward.

Huo Yexing glanced at her, and she was still holding the "Criminal Investigation Law" like a baby.

The little agent is really in love with solving the case, and even risked his life by disguising himself as a woman and sneaking into a nightclub to lure the criminals out.

A man dressed as a woman, he could figure it out.

The gaze involuntarily fell on Qingxiu's face, the early morning sun sprinkled her whole face, and the fine little fluff was warm and lovely.

With delicate eyebrows, a straight little nose, and red lips dyed like honey, a man looks too feminine like this. But...... Dressing up as a woman should be very similar and beautiful.

Huo Yexing made up the picture of her long hair wearing a skirt and makeup......

The lower abdomen suddenly tightened, and the whole body was hot.

He was shocked, and his face froze slightly.

Is that ...... Desire?

He has never had a desire for any woman, and Bai Qingfeng often advises him to find a woman to relieve him and not to suffocate himself. He even threatened that if he kept holding back, his sexual function would deteriorate, but he refused to say that he was not interested, and then he was ridiculed as asexual.

But he really doesn't have much need in that regard, and occasionally he has it, and he has no sexual interest in finding a woman, so he solves it by himself.

For thirty years, it has long been used to it. I have been pure for a long time, and I see that women do not have normal physiological impulses.

Suddenly, it wasn't normal. And it's even more ...... for a man

Huo Yexing's face was not only stiff, but also faintly darkened.

He respects everyone's sexuality, but what happens to him, he absolutely can't accept it.

Slender hands, unconsciously clenched knees.

While resisting, he continued to make up his brain even more uncontrollably.

In the box with a lustful voice and a drunken fan, the little agent was hugged by several lustful men and forced to drink......