What the Presidential Palace pays most attention to is reputation. What is it at this time?

An Yu is undoubtedly provoking the authority of the Tian family and slashing Xu Qizheng's face.

How could that person not be angry?

In the living room of the Presidential Palace, Xu Qizheng's cold and angry face fell on Ye Zhiqiu. The cold and cold aura made the servants silence. On this day, the atmosphere in the Presidential Palace was particularly tense.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the guards and walked in quickly, watching the guards strode away.

The two turned around and entered the study.

When he came out again, his face was solemn.

"Zuo Feng," the chief guard strides to go out, but Ye Zhiqiu called him to step.

Turning back, I stood in front of the hall with a long body, and said respectfully, "Madam."

"What happened to the Fourth Young Master?"

The left cover froze and felt a little embarrassed. Looking at the gentle presidential wife in front of her, she was a little hesitant.

"It's not convenient to say that, you'd better ask Mr. Xu directly," Zuo Feng replied.

Then he nodded slightly and said, "Sorry,"

Turning around and disappearing in front of you like the wind.

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The scene was in a mess. When the ambulance and the traffic police roared past, Xu Shaohan hugged An Yu and left the scene.

In Moshan Manor, Xu Daizha was so scared that he was so scared that he stepped over anxiously, and said anxiously, "Sir."

"Pour glass of water," the man said coldly and hugged the person into the bedroom on the second floor.

On the bed, the woman crying and crying was silent at this moment, and she nestled in her husband's arms lightly, as quiet as a frightened cat, with tears on her face, and her delicate makeup was a little messy at this time.

As autumn begins, static friction is caused.

The long hair was slid on Mr. Xu's coat like a creeper. The man reached out and wanted to put her on the bed. The latter reached out and climbed his neck tightly, burying the fading face tightly on the man's chest.

Not willing to let people peek into her bad side.

Xu Shaohan reached out and pressed the person's back to his chest, and carried the person to the single sofa next to him.

In the quiet bedroom, no one spoke.

Whether it is Xu Shaohan or An Yu, they all chose to remain silent on this messy night.

The choice is to use silence to replace your own words and grievances.

Mr. Xu was thinking that if she didn't want to, he wouldn't try it.

Don't explore the pain deep in her heart.

Mrs. Xu thought, what else could she do except hug this person at this time?

Who else can appear beside her to protect her?

After a moment, Xu Dai came up with a cup of warm water, Xu Shaohan took it and sent someone out.

"Drink some water and calm your mood," the man said softly, and he stroked her thin back and forth with one hand.

Holding a water cup in one hand.

That look like a father comforting his sad and crying daughter.

He said everything he said good words, and the person who buried his head in his chest poked his face out, but the saliva had not yet been swallowed, and he had not closed it and suddenly remembered Ye Cheng's panic sound at the door, "Sir, Chief Guard-----"

A quick sound disturbed the wounded bird.

Ye Cheng's words stopped in An Yu's pale and messy expression, and in his husband's eyes full of murderous aura.

"Get out," a cold shout returned to his god.

Ye Cheng turned around and left suddenly, frightened to his feet and weak.

She has been proud since childhood, how could she let her unbearable fragile side be seen by others?

The birds were so frightened that they would not go anywhere except their own nests.

Does Xu Shaohan understand An Yu?

Why don't you understand?

He protected her pride and hid her under his wings, so that others would not spy on her and be fragile. How could he not understand?

Why don't you understand?

In the bedroom, a glass of water didn't touch a mouthful.

Downstairs, the Presidential Office’s guard stood in the middle of the living room. Seeing Ye Cheng go back, his eyebrows and eyes frowned.

When he saw that there was no one behind him, he stepped forward and was stopped by Ye Cheng.

"The Chief of Guards is better."

"You are urging me to do it," Zuo Feng responded.

"The fourth young master has a bad temper," Ye Cheng mentioned.

Xu Shaohan has a bad temper and everyone in the Presidential Office knows everything, but the orders of your Excellency cannot be argued and cannot be delayed.

"Guard Ye will urge you again," Zuo Feng opened his mouth.

After all, Ye Cheng was under the jurisdiction of Zuofeng in some cases.

At this time, the leader stood in front of him and put pressure on him, how embarrassed?

Upstairs, Xu Shaohan probably guessed something. The man reached out and put his lover on the sofa, lowered his head and pecked her hair lightly, and said softly and softly, "I'll go down and take a look."

As the words fell, An Yu grabbed the hem of his clothes with red eyes.

No words are better than all words.

The wetness in his eyes at a certain moment hit Mr. Xu's chest like a hammer.

Mr. Xu thought: If you don’t go, don’t go, let the Presidential Palace be in chaos!

The man reached out and hugged the man in his arms again.

In the dark bedroom, a wall light was left alone, making the whole room look warm. On the sofa, Mr. Xu held his lover's palm with a generous grasp, rubbed it gently, and spoke Wu Nong soft words.

The more affectionate the couple is, the more chaotic the presidential palace is.

Xu Qizheng's anger had already been on the verge of lingering. At this time, Xu Shaohan could not invite him for a long time, and he almost demolished the study room of the Presidential Palace.

On the side, Wen Ping remained silent and watched the man who controlled the world standing on the verge of rage.

That woman was proud and would rather kill others than betray her.

No one could imagine that the person who was still glaring at the office last second, turned around and sent the person to hell.

The son of the Prosecutor General drove a car to commit crimes in the city. If he had such a reputation, Luo Changjun's political journey in this life should be ended here.

Xu Qizheng wanted An Yu to take into account the overall situation and understand the overall situation, but An Yu sent someone to the high platform in a blink of an eye.

How fast?

How terrifying?

The ones that the emperors and generals and ministers dislike the most are the people they can’t control.

And Anyu is such a person.

Who can tolerate naked provocation and authority since ancient times?

Even Wen Ping never thought that that woman could be described by words such as ruthlessness.

The most taboo thing in this world is not ruthless people, but people who are alone and have enough talents and means but are not afraid of death.

The presidential office suppresses it at a faster rate, but it cannot spread at a faster rate.

If you have not strangled people at the root of the problem, that is failure.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay," the man in front slowly stepped forward at the desk, three in a row, Wen Ping was a little scared.

"Go," he said, pointing to the door, and then said, "Go and tell Zuo Feng that if I haven't seen anyone within half an hour, wait for the Supreme People's Procuratorate to ask An Yu to go back and assist in the investigation."

He can be said to be very serious about the word "please".

In a trance, the quicksand of power slipped away from his fingers.

Xu Shaohan has never resisted the family for thirty years, but today, for his lover, he ignores the family.

Is it OK?

It's not possible.

How can those who are at the top of power tolerate such things?

That night, when the President of a country came to Xu Shaohan's ears with a warning word, An Yu was sleeping in his arms. When Ye Cheng conveyed Zuo Feng's words, the man's Yin Jie's expression instantly reached its peak.

Ye Cheng was staring at the cold eyes and wished he could dig three feet into the ground to escape.
To be continued...