The presidential palace late at night.

The study room on the second floor is brightly lit.

The man stood on the floor-to-ceiling balcony, lowering his eyes and quietly looking into the distance...

His face was gorgeous and peerless, and a red tear mole on the corner of his right eye looked brighter under the light.

Han Qing looked at his back and nodded respectfully, "Your Excellency, do you really want to agree to Bo Jiu's unreasonable request?"

"yes."

"But, he would not have a good intention to send his sister Bo Feiqiang to you as a bodyguard. He would not know what tricks he was going to play behind his back. I am really worried, Your Excellency!"

Helian Beilin's voice was indifferent and slightly cool, "Do you want me to look at a few subordinates who have followed me for many years and die in Bo Jiu's hands?"

"This..." Han Qing said with a tough head, "It is also their blessing to die for you! I don't want to put you in a dangerous situation because of anyone!"

"Enough." The man suddenly turned around, his voice getting colder, "Han Qing, you have talked more recently. Don't listen to my orders?"

"Your Excellency, Han Qing dare not..."

"If you don't dare, just accept the order."

Han Qing pursed his lips, "Yes, you, I'll go and reply Bo Jiu now."

He turned around and walked out. After walking a few steps, he heard the person behind him speak lightly, "Han Qing, remember, no one in this world must die for me, and I am not qualified to ask others to die for me."

He paused, turned around, nodded and said, "Yes, sir, I understand."

Leaving the study room.

Han Qing sighed.

He really can't understand.

You have never expressed your emotions and never had any fluctuations, but why has your temper become a little weird recently?

*

In a blink of an eye, it was the evening three days later.

The Presidential Palace in the center of Kyoto is a dedicated residence for the president of a country. It is a baroque retro castle surrounded by a grand green manor.

A pure black private car parked outside the gate of the Presidential Palace.

Bo Jiu looked ahead, but said to the woman beside him, "Go, I believe you can complete the task successfully."

Bo Fei nodded lightly, and did not look at him, but pushed the door open and got out of the car.

The car door has not been closed yet.

The man looked at her and said in a deep voice, "The blood hatred between parents and the entire Bo family depends on you this time!"

Her beautiful eyes stagnated, and a few seconds later, Bo Feizheng pointed at the key point, "Brother, I know!"

.........

Enter the hall of the main fort.

The servants who were still busy, regardless of men or women, age, were all stunned for a moment.

How can this woman be so beautiful? It's a foul!

A beige long skirt was used as a base, and a white long coat with a very simple style was worn on the outside, but the figure was extremely tall and slender, and she looked good at nothing.

The eyebrows and eyes were cold as if there was moonlight, the bridge of the nose was high and delicate, and the skin was very fair as clear and flawless as the snow in winter. The thin lips were slightly open, with a bit of arrogance and coldness.

She stood there quietly, like the laurel goddess who was fascinating.

I originally thought that Miss Zuo, the wife of the prospective president, was beautiful enough, but compared with the woman in front of me, it was still incomparable.

Bo Fei has always been very confident in her appearance, and she dressed up specially before she came today. These people were shocked to see her, not at all.

Han Qing smiled coldly, his attitude was not very good, "Bo Fei, please follow me to the study, you want to see you!"
Chapter completed!