President,Let's public!

Chapter 1472

"Mr. party whip, for the upcoming nomination of the presidential candidate, you solicit the members of the election committee every day and make every effort to exclude nanmuyuan. If you want to be president, you want to be dead. Do you have time to care about our children?"

"You father, ask yourself, even if you know that Yichen is still alive, will you care about it and Zhuang'er? Do you think you are qualified to face Yichen and Zhuang'er?"

"You only have power in your heart, you have no children at all. You have no right to question me! " Min Huixian was heartbroken to her husband.

"I don't tell you about Yi Chen because you are so disappointed in Zhuang'er's attitude." Min Huixian said with the gun, the thought of the whereabouts of Min Zhuang'er is a burst of pain.

Mention min Zhuang'er, Jun Xiaoyan's European Phoenix eyes, obscure a layer of cold light that no one can understand.

Min Huixian said, indignant step, went to Jun Xiaoyan, staring at her husband.

"Xiao Yan, ask yourself, what kind of feelings do you have for Zhuang'er? Father, or something else? "

Min Huixian made some painful questions, but in the end, she was waiting for her husband's unfathomable eyes. Her handsome face had something too deep and complicated in it, like a misty forest.

If Jun Xiaoyan also has love, the man's love is a rose bush covered with barbed wire. When he gets the rose, he is bound to be black and blue and bloody.

She is like this, so is Zhuang'er .

"I asked you something!" In the face of Jun Xiaoyan's deep feelings like the sea, the heart is as cold as the sea stone, min Huixian is really at a loss.

Jun Xiaoyan's tall and straight body posture, slowly step back, leaning against the party whip office table, not wearing a suit coat, wearing a dark blue tie.

Every morning, men wear their own ties. Once upon a time, Zhuang'er helped his father tie his tie, but he never let min Huixian touch him for three years after Zhuang'er left.

Min Huixian's vision, across every detail of his, rolled up the white shirt sleeve, blue veins exposed arm lines.

"Huixian." After a long silence, Jun Xiaoyan opened his mouth. His voice was low, just like his face, like a demon.

Jun Xiaoyan left the table and walked to min Huixian step by step. Finally, he came to his wife. However, he bowed his head and looked at her closely. She was an old and haggard woman.

"In the past three years, Zhuang'er is not here. Huixian, I didn't give you the married life you deserve. Do you hate me?"

Jun Xiaoyan's eyes, like a sharp dagger, across a woman's face, carefully looking at her every wrinkle.

Men's words, merciless, indifferent, words see blood.

"Therefore, in the past three years, you have transferred all your love to Yichen, but in the end you find that you can't grasp the things on him. He can only catch the king Lin love. You are very disappointed, aren't you?"

The man said, toward his wife, showing a demon smile.

"You went to country f, and when you came back, you threw your anger on me." Jun Xiaoyan said, showing a deep smile of the city government, examining his wife, "because, I'm also you can't catch, right?"

Min Huixian lowered her voice and asked, "Oh, what about Zhuang'er? She can't catch you, can she? "

Jun Xiaoyan didn't answer. The complicated eye color imprisoned a prison, but min Huixian was isolated. Even if it was a prison, the man didn't let his wife go in. Who was imprisoned inside? Or some unknown secret? What is in his heart?