Good Morning, Mr. President!

A group of three people went out, and as soon as they left the hospital entrance, they heard a lively sound.

"Mr. President, it will be your engagement banquet with Miss Song in 15 days. How does this marriage affect the political structure?"

"Where will you and Miss Song hold an engagement banquet? Will it be a holiday for the whole country to celebrate?"

"Since the engagement time has been decided, when are you planning to get married? It is said that you are a political marriage. Is there really no relationship between the two?"

...

On the steps of the hospital, the media surrounded a leak. Everyone ’s problems, thrown out, one more than one.

Xia Xingchen heard in his ear, without looking up, he just walked out with his luggage. However, the road ahead was blocked by reporters and various super-large instruments. The driver has come up to clear the crowd for the old lady and Xia Guopeng. She is holding things in her hands, and she is much thinner than those men, so it is very difficult to get out of the crowd.

After taking a few steps, the reporters suddenly swarmed up again. Seeing this, she quickly stepped back, her heels reached the steps, her feet were unstable, her body had fallen and she fell heavily on the steps. Seeing that the crowd was about to step on, she was shocked and got up in panic, but her elbow was suddenly caught by a big palm. A strong force pulled her easily.

Xia Xingchen hasn't returned to her mind yet. She only listened to the continuous sound of 'clicks' and clicks, and the film flashed so that she could not open her eyes at all. She blocked the light with her hand and looked sideways, only to find that it was Bai Yeqing who was holding herself. Two people faced each other, and the intense light flashed her eyes. His figure covered her densely, and her eyes fell on her, deep and complicated.

Xia Xingchen froze for a long time, and his eyes matched his gaze. The whole person seemed to have been taken away from his soul. Until, the reporter's problem smashed again.

"Mr. President, do you know this lady?"

"What is your relationship?"

"You look very intimate, are you old?"

...

This time, all the problems were concentrated on Xia Xingchen. She admires the keen sense of smell of these media. It is just such an accident that they can even say the words "old knowledge" and "intimate".

Looking back, first smile at him, polite and alienated, "Thank you, Mr. President."

Definitely the attitude of ordinary people towards the president.

Hands, calmly pulled out of his palm. He didn't speak, his face was tight and his thin lips curled into a word. Just watching her coolly retreated from his side, back to a safe distance. His eyes were a little bit heavy.

The microphone and camera came directly to Xia Xingchen. The smile on her face was just right. "I'm the patient's family. It's a great honor to see Mr. President this time. It's thanks to Mr. President that my father was able to recover.

It turned out that it was just family members.

Everyone was discouraged. I thought I could get a good gossip.

Bai Yeqing looked darker and didn't say anything, but glanced back at Xia Xingchen heavily, then glanced at Leng brown.

Xia Xingchen played some drums in his heart, didn't stay much, came out of the crowd. Leng brown received the eyes of Mr. President, and silently mentioned Xia Xingchen's luggage, protecting her and letting her leave easily.

As soon as she left, the media's attention naturally fell on him again. He seemed to be in a bad mood, much worse than he was just now. In the face of the media, he said nothing, but walked down the steps with a cold face. Xia Xingchen didn't look back anymore, and went down the steps, and said to Leng brown, "Thank you, give me your luggage."

"You get in, I'll bring your luggage over."

"Don't." Xia Xingchen insisted on holding the luggage in his hands. "I know that you are the secretary and deputy under his hand. Those media are very powerful in catching the wind, and I don't want to give him trouble. Come back to him.

Leng Lin was relieved. "If you know that Miss Xia still cares about him so much, you will be very happy."

Xia Xingchen's lowered eyelashes trembled a little, before raising her head and tearing her lips, "I haven't had a chance to say congratulations to him, and I have the trouble to help you convey it."

Leng Linhuan, "In this case, I think Miss Xia will be more sincere if she conveys it herself."

He dare to say this, will be killed by his eyes?

"No more to say, my grandma and my dad are still waiting for me." Xia Xingchen looked back at the car parked on the side of the road, "I'll pass first."

"Okay. Congratulations, Mr. Xia, to survive this difficult time."

"I thank you for my dad."

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Leng Brown watched Xia Xingchen leave, and then returned to the crowd. The reporter was separated and Mr. President was escorted back into the car.

Bai Yeqing got in the car, and Leng brown sat in the car. Two people, sitting face to face, Bai Yeqing's face was still, looking at the web mail, after a while, he seemed to be casually speaking: "What are you talking about?"

"Huh?" Leng brown looked up at him, seeming puzzled.

Bai Yeqing frowned, seemingly quite dissatisfied with his slow response. Leng Brown suddenly realized, "It turned out that you asked me what I just talked to Miss Xia!"

Bai Yeqing didn't admit it or deny it, just leaned forward and sat up straight. Eyes have been lingering on the mail. Like the answer, he didn't care much. However, if he really cared, he knew it best.

"That ... Ms. Xia did talk to me, but ... I dare not tell you."

He glanced up and raised his eyes gracefully. There was a cold sweat on Leng's forehead, "Do you really want to hear?"

"Say."

"Cough!" Leng Lin cleared her throat, simply let go, and sat up and said, "Ms. Xia said that I would like to convey to you a" Congratulations. "

"What?" Bai Yeqing didn't seem to understand the last two words, his eyes stared at Leng brown coldly, and his voice was cold, "Repeat it once."

Leng Brown was playing drums in his heart, and knew that this was not a good job. He was guilty, guilty of courage, and slowly said again: "Ms. Xia said ... Congratulations on your engagement with Miss Song."

Only then did he say, "Pop-", IPAD was thrown aside, hit the wall of the car, and made a muffled sound. Someone's complexion suddenly became as gloomy as black charcoal. The air pressure in the carriage is too low.

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[With regard to reporters ’questions and answers, please do not automatically bring in the media of our country and the state of one-party governance, please bring in the British and American media that are not afraid of death. 】