The President's Forced Love

A group of people holding banners surrounded the government building. The people holding the banners all expressed anger, and the banners had written emotional speeches to let the president step down.

"Worst President ever!"

"Step down! Step down!"

……

Office of the President.

The obese official couldn't help wiping off his sweat and said with a headache, "President, it's not an option to let them continue shouting like this."

The impact is too bad, and it will be difficult for the president to be re-elected next time.

The middle-aged man in a black tunic suit smiled, and his face with regular features seemed to have a natural affinity.

With his hands crossed under his chin, he smiled and comforted, with an inexplicable calm, as if the person being scolded was not him.

"Don't worry, just let him be proud for a few more days."

The official frowned and sighed hesitantly, the emperor was really not in a hurry and the eunuchs were in a hurry.

"Go out, don't stay here with me." Waving his hand, the man said with a little disgust.

The official's face turned pale, and he could only walk out of the room helplessly.

When the sound of closing the door sounded, the man walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and calmly looked at the crowd of people outside the building.

"Oh, it's really inexplicable," he snorted coldly, with an inexplicable annoyance on his face, why can people blame him, the president, for his death?

It's not enough for him to be busy dealing with foreign countries, but he also has to control the life and death of everyone in Huaguo?
After thinking about it, he frowned in distaste, really wanted to quit the job, what kind of broken president, whoever loves to be the one.

"Dong dong dong, Mr. President, President Fu is asking to see you." The assistant's sweet voice came from outside the door.

Withdrawing his gaze, he sat back in his original position with the presence of an old god, adjusted his facial expression and showed a Buddha-like smile before he said, "Let him in."

The door opened at the sound, and Fu Lin, who was wearing a black haute couture suit, walked in expressionlessly, with an inherent oppressive force.

The Buddha-like smile on his face froze, and the president coughed heavily as if trying to regain his majesty, but the effect didn't seem to be very good.

"Your subordinates have already mixed in five robots," Fu Lin said coldly, throwing the documents in his hand on the table.

Frowning slightly, the president picked up the document and opened it for a few moments before he said thoughtfully, "No wonder I see these people's expressions are stiff. Xiao Chen also said that they had plastic surgery, so they were swapped."

Frowning with thick eyebrows, Fu Lin said displeasedly, "Before the general election, your subordinates will be outsourced. How long are you going to delay?"

The president smiled, "Xiao Fu, don't worry, I know you want to get married, but I want him to die even worse."

With a stiff expression, Fu Lin snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the office without saying anything.

As soon as 'Buzzing Buzzing' got into the car, his cell phone vibrated.

Taking out his mobile phone, his facial expression softened as soon as he saw the big word "wife" on it.

"Hi, Ye Li."

Ye Li: ...

Frowning slowly, Fu Lin couldn't help clenching the phone, "Ye Li? Why don't you talk?"

"Fu, Fu Lin," Ye Li's voice trembled.

His heart was clenched all of a sudden, Fu Lin quickly started the car and drove home, while comforting in a low voice, "What happened? Don't be afraid that I will go home right away..."

"I am pregnant."

The words stopped abruptly, Fu Lin was stunned for two seconds, a shocked expression appeared on his handsome face, and his eyes were even a little dazed.

Did he hear wrong?