Clinging President – My Girl, I Want You

In recent days, Wen Youqian has been guarding Alice's side day and night. She refuses to be close to anyone, as long as Wen Youqian.

The whole of Kettering was enveloped in a dull atmosphere.

Jane went to the palace, and Harley didn't expect it to turn out like this.

At this time, Fred's parents took him into the palace, and he was already scarred.

In the winter, I was naked on my upper body, which was covered with wet wounds.

And his father, with the thorn stick in his hand.

He bent down and presented his hands with the thorns. He said with shame: "my son likes Alice, but he is extreme and almost made a big mistake. Today, I bring him to plead guilty and let his highness and Mr. Jane punish him. Even if he is killed, I have nothing to say."

Fred is the only son. This must be against his will. How can he let his only son die.

But it had come to this point, and he had to calm Kettering's anger.

Jane's face was extremely ugly, her hands were behind her, and she clenched into a fist.

His blue eyes, which should have been clear, are like the sea in a storm, caught in the terrible blue color.

"Tell yourself what you've done."

Fred was on his knees in a state of confusion, but his back was still straight.

He and Jane look at each other.

"I like Alice. I love her since I was a child. She doesn't like a man without a chicken. I join the army for her. After five years in the army, I learned that her engagement with her royal highness was broken. I came back from my vacation with joy and wanted to marry her. But I don't want to. She fell in love with Wen Youqian just in the short time that my journey was delayed. "

"I'm not willing to let ten years' feelings go to waste. So I want her, I want her to be my wife

"You child, the means are too cruel."

"I did something wrong. I dare to do it."

"It's a brave man, but he looks like a man."

Jane directly picked up the thorns and threw them on the ground, making a shattering sound.

This sound, hit hard in his father's heart.

If the whip had really fallen on his son, it would have been fine.

It's just that he can't refuse.

Alice is lucky to be alive, but she didn't expect to have mental problems. It's all Fred's fault.

Jane went up to Fred.

He is not soft hearted, what the overall situation, what the royal children, what is the most outstanding major general.

All he knew was that his daughter had suffered a lot and had an ugly scar on her wrist.

All he knew was that Alice was delirious and didn't know them!

All he knows is The heart of being a father is painful.

He severely pulled down, one whip after another, bending his straight back a little bit.

Finally, Fred's hands were on the ground, and his blood trickled down on the carpet, and he soon fainted.

The cold sweat on his forehead was like rain, panting, and the blue veins on his forehead were jumping.

His consciousness is getting weaker and weaker, but he still holds on.

"Enough..."

His father couldn't look down and threw himself on Fred: "I'm also at fault. If you go on fighting like this, he may really die."

"Of course you are wrong to have such a son! He forced my daughter to commit suicide. Didn't he think Alice would really die? The love in your mouth makes me sick and frightens me

He was about to wave his whip, but Harley stopped him.

"That's it, Jane."

"Are you going to stop me, too?"

He looked sideways, his face full of malice.

Harley looked up at his sight, and felt startled.

He must have hated Fred.

"You all step back."

"Thank you, your highness."

He hurried away with his son.

Jane tries to catch up, but Harley stops her.

"I know you're angry now, but it's no use killing him."

"Why doesn't it help? At least I've eliminated the hidden danger. You're in the way of the monarch and his ministers. It's OK. I'll do it. Even if it is found on my head, I will recognize it. "

"You..."

Harley was shocked to hear this.

"Jane, they are all important ministers in the cabinet. Don't mess around."

"Are you afraid? You're afraid that the princess's family will have a grudge against you. You lack the support of the army, right? You keep saying that you treat Alice as your own, but now she's nearly killed, and you tell me to stop. Sure enough, the knife didn't fall on you. How could you feel the same way? "

"You're too high to do anything. I'll do it."

"You want to kill him, I want to protect him, you and my brother..."

"No longer a brother, it depends on whether you can keep it."Jane threw the thorns on the ground and left without looking back.

His last words echoed in his ears.

"No more brothers."

Harley's face is complex, and an unprecedented sense of powerlessness comes to his mind.

Soon news from the palace spread. Some people said that Fred was beaten black and blue, was sick in bed, and had bone problems. He was afraid that he could not return to the army.

It has been said that Jane and Harley had a big fight, and that the relationship between Catlin and the royal family of Louis was at stake.

Some people said that Jianyang said he would kill Fred and offend the regime.

These are heard, word of mouth, slowly fermented.

Milo was very self reproached. He always felt that this was his fault.

If I had picked up Alice earlier that day, it might not have happened.

"Why, I didn't make it earlier? Why... "

He grinned bitterly and drank bitterly.

"I'm useless."

He thumped himself on the chest, regretful.

Looking up, a large brandy was poured in.

He couldn't stop coughing because he drank too hard and choked his throat.

A lot of people came to chat up, but Milo was furious and fierce left.

He has always been quiet and introverted, but now his heart is full of sorrow and guilt. He is like a man walking in the dark, wandering all over.

He regretted that time would go back if If only I had arrived earlier.

He ended up drunk and lay unconscious on the table.

People who never drink alcohol are unconscious once they are drunk.

A few people were staring at his side of the seat.

"Little brother, why don't you have a few drinks with you? What's the point of drinking alone?"

One of them pushed Milo under the temptation, and found that he had nothing to do, so he motioned to the people below to move quickly.

"Get people in my car. Hurry up."

A few people in the back started to pick up Milo and leave.

But do not want to, a slender bone feeling hand slowly put on one of the people's body.

"Put it down."

The words, cold and powerful, seem to come from the far north.

They all looked back and saw a young man in white, clean and dazzling.

Deep facial features, handsome face, especially a pair of eyes, between the rotation is all cold and arrogant like ice and snow breath.