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2561: The last call

Bo Fei went straight in with one shot, "Han Qing, I want to talk to Helian Beilin."

"This...you wait for me to ask."

In the president's office.

Han Qing looked at the man sitting behind the desk writing at the desk and whispered: "Your Excellency, it's Bo Fei's phone number, do you want to answer?"

The man paused his hand holding the pen, slowly raised his eyelashes, and did not speak for a long time.

Han Qing thought he was unwilling to take it.

Just as I was about to hang up the phone, I heard the man say lightly, "Give it to me."

The phone number came to Helian Beilin.

He had a faint voice without temperature, "What's the matter?"

When Bo Fei heard that it was him, his throat suddenly became blocked and his eyes turned red again, but tears never fell.

She walked out of the hall and went to the courtyard outside.

Only in a corner where no one was allowed, she was willing to speak, "Helian Beilin, I beg you, don't marry Zuo Siyan tomorrow, okay?"

“……”

"At most, seven months, or even less than seven months, the child will be born. After birth, you will marry whoever you want. I have no objection. Really, by then, it will never hinder you anymore. Just this time, I...please."

Helian Beilin's voice became even colder, "Bo Fei, I didn't tell you that there is no room for negotiation on this matter."

"I know...I know...but..."

"No, but." He said toughly: "Tomorrow, I must get married. Don't ask me again. It's useless to ask me. I just need to give birth to the child safely. This is my only requirement for you."

Bo Fei was disappointed, completely disappointed.

She knew it clearly that calling him again would be the result, but why did she still call him?

Helian Beilin spoke again, "Is there anything wrong? If it's okay, I'll die."

He hung up the phone.

Han Qing looked at him and felt that his face was not very good.

I was silent for a long time.

Helian Beilin got up, walked over, put his phone in his hand, and "Go out."

Han Qing nodded blankly, "Yes, Your Excellency, but it's already very late when you'll have supper."

“No more eating.”

"Don't, you are married tomorrow. If you don't eat or have a good rest, your face will be bad. At that time, if the public sees it through the live broadcast, they should have complaints to you..."

Helian Beilin's eyes sterned, "Whatever you want."

At this point, Han Qing couldn't say anything and silently left the room.

The man walked to the terrace.

The night is as bright as ink, as if the bottomless black hole can attract all the beautiful and ugly things...

*

Bo Fei returned the phone to Mingzhu.

She smiled faintly, "Thank you, I'll go upstairs to rest first."

Mingzhu's eyes were stunned, "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything, I'll go up first."

Bo Fei pursed her lips and returned to the living room.

She didn't take a shower, and her body was not dirty anyway. Now, she just wants to sleep.

Tired, really too tired.

*

The next day.

Han Qing entered the president's office and saw the man standing on the terrace with his hands behind his back.

I thought to myself, you shouldn't have stood here for the whole night, right?

In fact, according to his personal opinion, he wanted to criticize his master.

To put it objectively, you are really a scumbag. Since you chose to marry Zuo Siyan and chose this more stable country and power, why bother to be surrounded by Bo Fei?

The key is, the day before the wedding, I stood on the terrace all night, and was it a deep and melancholy character?

Alas, the more I think about it, the more I feel that you are scumbag!

Of course, Han Qing definitely did not dare to say these ideas, so he just complained about them in his heart.
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