Chapter 118 With the President...

"President..." She whispered, the grievances of tears filled Bai Xue's eyes, she hugged Mr. Satan, no, or Wu Yang's thick and strong chest, hiding the hot face in his arms, she whispered to him: "President. .."
    
He sighed and leaned over and hugged Bai Xue, then ordered: "You can call me Yang in the future!"

“Yang!” Bai Xue’s consciousness was blurred, and she whispered and moaned.

 The word was called out from her mouth and it was so sweet.

Wu Yang listened...