Mr.President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Mrs. Zong looks at Zongpu, who is still infatuated and dreaming. She can't help shaking her head and laughing.

Meizong's dream is broken, just wait for her.

The higher you climb, the worse you fall.

That kind of scene is more wonderful, isn't it?

Mrs. Zong hooked her lips and gave a cold smile. No more talking with Zongpu, she followed her assistant to the car and waited quietly for the final election results.

Louyu city in the stadium is isolated and helpless.

Zongpu is driven away and assistant Qiao's whereabouts are unknown.

In his heart, he could not help beating the drum.

Some bad premonitions, as if surging, a little bit in his heart.

His palms began to sweat unconsciously.

The election campaign soon began. As the last president, Wen Zhihuai was going to speak on the stage.

He took the manuscript and stepped on the stage in the fierce applause.

He put the manuscript on the table and looked up at the people sitting down.

For a moment, he was in a trance.

He didn't know that in the blink of an eye, he had been the president for 20 years.

Twenty years is so long that he almost forgets how to arrange his life after he leaves office.

For the past 20 years, he has been working as well as working.

Day and night, like a robot in general, never dare to stop for a second.

He is afraid of leisure, those hidden in the heart, because of the loss of love and son of pain, will be like a vine, a little bit of spread up.

For twenty years, he has been looking at the boundless scenery, but also the height of the cold.

His life is boring, cold and lonely.

At this moment, Wen Zhihuai was at a loss and at a loss.

His eyes, can not help but slightly red.

He swallowed the sour throat, took care of his emotions, and began to do a good job, the president of the last day.

Wen Zhihuai spoke for half an hour.

He said the situation of the country before, and the current situation, as well as the future development, and in the new presidency, will lead you to a new stage.

What's more, as the last president, he gave suggestions and expectations to the president he trusted.

In short, this speech, Wen Zhihuai is completely separated from the manuscript. For the first time and the last time, he wants to let himself get back to his former Wen Zhihuai.

The meeting place was quiet, and everyone was watching president Wen's speech very carefully.

For half an hour, they didn't make a sound. With awe in their eyes, they coagulated the greatest meritorious officials of the s Empire.

Without Wen Zhihuai, s Empire could not have developed so rapidly in just 20 years.

They are in awe of this great national leader.

LAN Xiao sat under the stage watching, her heart can not help but rise a bit proud.

She wondered, in more than ten years, will Wen muchu become such a great and awe inspiring national leader as president Wen?

She thought, in this life, she will be good with him, with him to create a prosperous and powerful country belonging to Wen Mu Chu.

LAN Xiao reaches out his hand and takes the initiative to hold Wen Mu Chu's palm.

She nestled up to his shoulder and asked in a low voice, "ChuChu, are you very proud of having such a father? I believe you can do better than him. "

Wen Mu Chu's eyes twinkle, and he holds LAN Xiao's hand.

Not only LAN Xiao has this confidence, but he also has it.