Personal Security Of The Beautiful President

But Ding Zhe is not an official fan.

He knows that the higher the position, the greater the responsibility.

Therefore, I am not impressed with the position of the highest armed commander in this theater.

At the same time, he also knew that those old guys would not let himself, someone with a mercenary background, be the supreme armed commander for no reason.

Something must have happened.

So he looked at Li Tiance.

The latter sighed, and said with a heavy face: "Not long ago, the silver-haired lion king was seriously injured in the shallow sea battle on the east border. Yesterday, he died and died gloriously."

"Huh?" Ding Zhe was taken aback.

Then I remembered that when I received the news that my wife had won the bid for the eastern project yesterday, I had also talked to the silver-haired lion king on the phone.

Thinking about it now, the silver-haired lion king should have answered his phone when he was seriously injured.

Thinking of this, Ding Zhe sighed unexpectedly.

"Also gloriously martyred was Shin Yu, the former God of War in the two war zones."

Lin Tiance said: "Silver-haired lion Wang Hong Xiangchen recommended you to take up the position of God of War before he was about to die."

"At the same time, he left a sentence, which I asked to pass on to you."

Speaking of this, there were tears in Lin Tiance's eyes.

"Stop talking." Ding Zhe shook his head: "What did the old guy leave behind?"

"Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world," Lin Tiance said.

After speaking, the room was quiet.

The black dragon and the red dragon who were eating and chewing at the same time put down their chopsticks and looked at Ding Zhe together.

Lin Tiance also looked at Ding Zhe.

"Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world." Ding Zhe smacked this sentence, and then took the commission to look at Lin Tiance and said: "Okay, I'll take this position. You will take care of the commission for me, but, You know I am very tired and lazy."

"Boss, don't worry, I know what to do." Lin Tiance nodded.

Immediately, Lin Tiance said again: "It's just the boss. In two days, our Jiangbei war zone will hold a special training camp for some soldiers. Can you, the war zone boss, then?"

"Let's talk about it then, that's it." Ding Zhe shook his head.

"Yes." Lin Tiance knew that Ding Zhe had agreed when the time came, so he sent the information of the special training camp to Ding Zhe.

In this way, with Ding Zhe’s nod, from this day on, Ding Zhe officially became the god of war in the Jiang Nan theater and the Jiangbei theater.

On the surface, Ding Zhe hasn't changed, he is still the little security guard.

The only change is that on Monday morning, Ding Zhe took the two resumes of Heilong and Honglong that he had fabricated, and handed them to Lin Aolei: "My wife, my two brothers want to come to me and give dinner to me. Security is fine."

Lin Aolei had long since recovered from the catastrophe. At this moment, she was sitting behind the president's desk, pinching her forehead with Xiaobai's hand, looking sad.

Seeing the resume that Ding Zhe brought over, he just flipped through it casually and said, "It's just two security guards. Just look for the little lover in your personnel team."

"Cough cough, that is to say, wife, do you agree that I can fly the colorful flags outside?" Ding Zhe greedily looked at the curve under Lin Aolei's suit.

"Ding Zhe." Lin Aolei glared at Ding Zhe.

I don't know the latter but shook his head: "No, I'm used to your bitter tea, and I can't get used to anything else."

If this were the past, Lin Aolei would definitely break with Ding Zhe about his verbal teasing.

But today Lin Aolei just sighed, then pointed to the chair next to the desk and said to Ding Zhe: "Come on, Ding Zhe, sit down, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter, wife?" Ding Zhe hurriedly sat beside Lin Aolei.

Then the line of sight, naturally, as usual, I started to look at the proud curve under the suit, and then looked up at the beautiful face.

Grumble.

Ding Zhe swallowed with some greedy eyes, and then found Lin Aolei's beautiful eyes, looking at herself in anger.

He hurriedly resumed sitting in a tight-knit manner.

Besides Lin Aolei, Ding Zhe looked at herself with such a squint a few days ago, she was able to run away.

But to this day, she hadn't even noticed that when the little security guard Ding Zhe squinted at her, she actually felt a little enjoyment.

Even the chest was naturally unnaturally firm.

She didn't even notice this change.

At this moment, Lin Aolei glanced at Ding Zhe with a magic eye, and then sighed: "My father asked me to attend the family dinner."

"Since your father asked you to go to the family banquet, go and chant, do you want me to accompany you back, hehehe, see my old man." Ding Zhe vowed.

Boom!

With a soft sound, Lin Aolei slammed Ding Zhe's head with a ball pen, "What are you thinking about, second thing."

After speaking, he gave Ding Zhe a graceful look in his eyes.

The look, the curve, and the big white legs under the skirt made Ding Zhe grumble and swallow again.

At the same time, he couldn't help but clenched his fists, and his body moved back.

"Puff." Lin Aolei smiled when Ding Zhe tried to fight back but forcibly held back, and then sighed again: "It's different from what you thought."

"Why is it different?" Ding Zhe asked.

"My grandfather is in charge of the two of us," Lin Aolei said.

Ding Zhe thought: Isn't this the same pattern as my little wife Liu Ruotong?

"But my dad has basically left the Lin family, so he doesn't care about me." Lin Aolei shook her head.

"What's the matter?" Ding Zhe looked at Lin Aolei.

"Hey, it's not because my mother died too early." When Lin Aolei said this, her eyes were red: "When my mother passed away, I was only sixteen years old. As a result, my mother passed away less than half a year ago. Married another woman, which is my current stepmother Du Jingmei."

"At the time, my father and Du Jingmei's marriage my grandfather opposed."

Lin Aolei gently wiped her tears with her hand: "But my father coveted the power of the Du family, so he married that woman abruptly."

"Since we married that woman, basically my father and I have rarely seen each other."

When talking about this, Lin Aolei's tears flowed down like a broken string.

"Hey, poor child." Ding Zhe got up and gently stroked Lin Aolei's back.

You know, her parents have died, and Lin Aolei has never had a mother since she was a child.

He feels pity for the same illness.

With that said, Ding Zhe pulled out the tissue from the paper draw and handed it to Lin Aolei.

While wiping tears, the latter saw Ding Zhe's other hand pressing on his chest, and said coldly, "Take your hand away."

"Karma?" Ding Zhe was stunned: "I didn't mean it, in fact, my wife, I know you have me in your heart, so you can just follow me. It's hard to endure. Both of us are both big and young. Just do what you should do. What?"

"Fuck, what do you want to do, big bad guy!" Lin Aolei cursed, and then returned to normal.

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