"Closing it out, leaving."

Chen Yi waited for a long time and guessed countless things Annie might say, but Que Wei didn't expect this one. Chen Yi silently prayed in her heart: Xiaojun! Your mom is going to drive your dad away! Come and assist...

Three, two, one...

"Mommy, you are not allowed to drive your dad away!" The round Xiaojun squeezed out from the crack in the door, put his hands on his hips, "If you drive your dad away, I will...I will...I will go on a hunger strike! Humph!"

Annie frowned slightly: Chen Yi... You are so capable...

"Okay, then let dad stay?" Annie's fatal hole was Xiaojun. In the past three years, she had no way to refuse Xiaojun...

"Yeah!" Xiaojun's small head was tapped into a rooster pecking at rice grains, "Dadly, come in!"

Without waiting for Annie and Mo Yu to stop him, Xiaojun had already pulled Chen Yi into the room and closed the door...

Seeing that Annie didn't leave, Mo Yu could only complain in her heart: My Queen, this is your dormitory! You are still, you are not married yet!

The queen's dormitory, kitchen, dining room, bathroom... everything is available, and it is abbreviated version of the entire palace. Originally, this place was the residence of the old king, and the decoration style was very rigid. In a month, a lot of Anne's atmosphere has been added.

May, you still like lily so much...

Whether it is the paintings hanging on the wall, the flower arrangements placed on the table, or even the pillows on the bed... they are all white lilies.

"Dad, come and go to bed!" Xiaojun made full use of her round advantages to arch out an area on the bed, calling Chen Yi excitedly,

Chen Yi looked at the piece guarding Xiaojun, and was afraid that he could not even be stuffed even if he rolled up, and couldn't help but feel a little angry and silently muttered in his heart: This guy is not my son!

"Mommy, come and go to bed!" Seeing Annie come in, Xiaojun started arching again. Anyway, the bed was very big, and he couldn't fall off even if he turned over a few days. Xiaojun arched for a while, cleared out a smaller place than the one assigned to Chen Yi, rubbed his dizzy head, and shook his way towards Annie's place, "Mommy, come and go to bed!"

Annie has never cared about her son much, and she doesn't know how to care about him, and she can't bear to worry about him: "Xiaojun sleeps first, mommy should have something to deal with."

If the queen doesn’t sleep, how can the housekeeper dare to sleep? Xiaojun doesn’t talk, how can Chen Yi dare to leave? Fortunately, the room is big enough and there is a corner that can be filled with mushrooms.

Three months later, November is the new presidential election, which lasts for two months. By New Year's Day, everything will be settled. Anne's plan has never been to continue to survive between the radical and the peace party. Three months is enough. But... it needs a puppet.

Annie glanced at a casual glance and saw the person in the corner trying hard to reduce her presence: Chen Yi seemed to be a good candidate.

Standing straight, Chen Yi, who was a little drowsy, felt a gaze poking his body, as if he was about to penetrate a hole. The extremely fast reaction force he trained since childhood made him reach the safe area that his brain had pre-judged in advance.

So, from Annie's perspective, Chen Yi was still filling a mushroom in the last second to reduce his presence; the next second, he had already hidden behind a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and only half of his head was poked out.

Chen Yi, who flew behind the ground-to-ground mirror, forcibly stopped his next conditioned reflex - to pull out the gun from his waist. After all, he did not carry a gun on his body. If he did the action of pulling the gun from his waist, it would be too easy for the alert Annie to notice something wrong.

"The mirror in my room is so attractive?" Just as Chen Yi was wondering how to get through it, Annie's voice had already floated into his ears.

"No... no, no, yes!"
Chapter completed!