He Is Warmer Than Time

The bodyguards were all standing at the door, and the nanny in the kitchen had already prepared dinner. Looking at the two people leaning together on the sofa, they did not dare to go out.

Mr. President’s temper is not too good, especially when he is intimacy with his wife. Once he is disturbed, the person who disturbs him will definitely suffer.

Just wait slowly.

Mu Mian and Tang Ji'an are both very well-maintained people. They looked at them in their early thirties. The scene of such a kiss was so pleasing to the eye.

In the end, she couldn't help it, and gently pushed his chest: "You're not hungry, I'm all hungry."

He whispered in her ear: "I'll eat you at night."

Mu Mian quickly got up. This person had been abstinent for three months, feeling that it would be miserable at night.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Gu Nian went to the Fulton apartment, and Shen Zhaozheng had just returned from the army.

"My uncle was elected president, and he is going to the presidential palace tomorrow. My relatives are all there. You won't be nervous, will you?"

Shen Zhaozheng smiled: "It's not the first time to see your relatives. Haven't you seen them all during the Chinese New Year?"

"This is different from the past. Commander Gu knows what you have done to me. I'm afraid I won't have a good face to show you tomorrow. You have to be mentally prepared."

Shen Zhaozheng coughed slightly: "I want to come, Commander Gu is still a reasonable person, so I won't embarrass me too much."

Gu Nian couldn't help laughing: "I hope so."

At half past nine, Gu Nian was so sleepy that she barely took a shower. She wanted to watch TV with Shen Zhaozheng for a while, but she fell into his arms after a while.

Shen Zhaozheng wondered, she was in school these days, and he didn't toss her, why this girl is lethargic again.

Maybe her homework is too heavy, or the affairs of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs are too complicated.

Anyway, they don't think about pregnancy anymore, after all, they had a big oolong last time.

After ten o'clock, he picked up the person in his arms and entered the room together.

Early the next morning, Shen Zhaozheng received a call from Ye Ting. Ye Ting asked him to go to Yejia Mansion to have dinner together.

Shen Zhaozheng politely stated that he was going to the Presidential Palace tonight, and that he would go to Yejia another day.

Naturally, the night court knew about Tang Ji'an being elected president, so he said it sensibly.

Ye Ting hung up the phone, and Ye Hui in the restaurant at the back couldn't stand it anymore.

Zhaozheng's mother had approached her, expressing clearly that they hoped that the people in their Yejia would stop having any dealings with Zhaozheng.

She felt that no matter what Ye Ting thought, she had to tell her about this matter.

Otherwise Zhaozheng is difficult to do.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the night court lit a thin women's cigarette, sandwiched between his fingers, and held a cup of coffee in his other hand.

Ye Hui walked over, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Should I ask Zhao Zheng to come over for dinner?"

Ye Ting Rin Mei: "Didn't the old man come back from the nursing home today? I wanted to call him over for dinner and let the old man see him. Although I hate the old man's romantic debts when he was young, he is getting older and he will live his life. Don’t you just want to have a son? Let’s show him, maybe he will be happy."

Ye Hui exhaled, "Ye Ting, I have something to tell you."

"What, why is it so serious all of a sudden."

Ye Hui scratched his eyebrows lightly with his fingers, and said, "Actually...Zhao Zheng, he... is not our younger brother."

Ye Ting squinted suddenly: "What...what did you say?"