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Chapter 1232 Whoever is sensible will be the president!(2/2)

Gu Han's smile gradually faded, "The Palace Master has never told me the rules!"

"No rules, no order."

Hou Zhen shook his head.

One sentence.

The atmosphere that had already calmed down became tense again, and even a little nervous.

In front of the window.

Feng Xi gently put down the wine pot, and a golden flame flashed in her eyes.

She can ignore the things around her.

But although she had never seen Asha before, she knew that Asha was in Gu Han's heart, so she naturally didn't want him to wait for more.

As an undercover agent.

Feng Shiliu was thinking quickly and kept thinking about how to deal with it if he broke up.

But think about it all over the place.

It’s better to knock it out directly!

Looking at Hou Zhen who was getting more and more arrogant, Gu Han suddenly smiled.

He didn't want to escape from the monkey at first, but he was helpless if he insisted on letting him escape.

"President Hou."

He turned around and stopped mentioning this matter, and suddenly said, "I heard from them that you have been the president for almost 20,000 years?"

"good."

"It's because of hard work and great contribution."

“It should be for the organization.”

"Twenty thousand years."

Gu Han suddenly sighed, "I have never touched the place. I guess it's the first one in the organization, right?"

"messenger."

Hou Zhen's face froze, "What do you... mean?"

"Nothing interesting."

Gu Han said lightly: "I just feel that 20,000 years have been too long. This president's position cannot always be dominated by you alone. You have to give others some chances."

"oh?"

Hou Zhen narrowed his eyes, "With the view of an envoy, who can be the president?"

"Simple."

Gu Han looked at him and said seriously: "Whoever is sensible will be the president!"

Click!

As soon as he finished speaking, the chair under Dong Shi became fragments again, and his round body had to roll a few more times.

"Woo?"

“Eh?”

With previous experience, Qiuqiu and Shuzi reacted quickly this time, one left and one right, and held him in time.

"Woooooo!"

Qiuqiu shows concern.

Shumiaozi quickly translated: "Is it okay, Vice President of the Football?"
Chapter completed!
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