Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Madam Zong saw that Zong Pu was still obsessed and dreaming, she couldn't help but shook her head and smiled.

Then she just waited to see how Zong Pu's dream was broken a little bit.

The higher you climb, the worse you will fall.

Such a scene will be more exciting, isn't it?

Mrs. Zong curled her lips, smiled coldly, and stopped talking nonsense with Zong Pu, followed the assistant to the car, quietly waiting for the final election results.

Lou Yucheng in the field can be said to be isolated and helpless.

Zong Pu was driven away, and Assistant Qiao's whereabouts are unknown.

In his heart, he couldn't help beating a little secretly.

Some bad premonitions were like a dark surge, tumbling in his heart a little bit.

His palms began to sweat without consciously.

The election soon kicked off, and Wen Zhihuai, as the last president, was going to speak on stage.

He took the manuscript and stepped onto the podium amid the violent applause of everyone.

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

For a while, he was in a daze.

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

Twenty years, it is too long and too long, so long that he almost forgot, how he should arrange his life after he resigns.

In the past two decades, he has worked in addition to work.

Day and night, like a robot, he never dared to stop himself for a second.

He is afraid of leisure, those hidden deep in his heart, because of the pain of losing his lover and son, will spread like a vine, little by little.

For twenty years, he has looked at the boundless scenery, but also can't stand the cold.

His life is boring, cold and lonely.

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

His eye sockets couldn't help but turn red slightly.

He swallowed the soreness in his throat, took care of his emotions, and began to earnestly be the president of the last day.

Wen Zhihuai spoke for half an hour.

He said that the country’s previous situation, as well as the current status quo, and future development, as well as the new president, will lead everyone to a new stage.

Also, he, the previous president, gave suggestions and expectations for trusting the president.

In short, in this speech, Wen Zhihuai was completely separated from the manuscript. For the first and last time, he wanted to find the warmness he once had.

There was a quiet needle drop in the venue, and everyone was watching President Wen's speech very seriously.

For half an hour, there was no sound, and their eyes were in awe, staring at the greatest hero of S Empire.

Without warmth, Empire S could not have developed so rapidly in just twenty years.

They are in awe of this great national leader.

Lan Xiao sat down and watched, she couldn't help but feel proud of herself.

She wondered, more than ten years later, will Wen Muchu become such a great and awesome national leader as President Wen?

She thought that she would stay by his side for the rest of her life, and accompany him to create a prosperous and powerful country belonging to Wen Muchu.

Lan Xiao stretched out his hand and took the initiative to hold Wen Muchu's palm.

She leaned on his shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Chu Chu, are you so proud that you can have such a father? I believe you can do better than him."

Wen Muchu's eyes flickered, concentrating on Wen's embrace on the stage, he clenched Lan Xiao's hand tightly.

Not only Lan Xiao has this confidence, he also has it.