Good Morning, Mr. President!

Song Weiyi on the side, looked at the President and looked at her calmly, holding the chess piece slightly tightened.

Women are always sensitive.

"Is it all right?" Song asked Xia Xingchen.

"Well, it's fine."

"Then you go on. Mr. President, let's go on." When Song Weiyi said that to Bai Yeqing, his voice was extremely sweet.

Xia Xingchen quietly glanced at Bai Yeqing, his eyes were so secretive, his facial lines were tight, and he seemed very unhappy.

It seems that it was his own risk that made him angry! But you can't blame her, right? In addition to Dabai, she usually does not help people peel crabs! If it wasn't for the sake of being with Dabai, she wouldn't care who Miss Song was.

My fingers hurt.

Handling crab shells became more difficult for her.

Bai Yeqing glanced a little, and saw her distressed and resentful.

With his eyes sinking, he dropped the **** in his hand and walked towards Xia Xingchen.

Xia Xingchen was concentrating on handling the crab shells, only to feel that a dark shadow shrouded and looked up sternly, Bai Yeqing's tall body had stood in front of himself, like a mighty mountain.

"Hand, let me see."

Xia Xingchen was suddenly there, a little bit slower than God. He seemed impatient, glanced at her, and pulled her hand straight without expression.

Xia Xingchen suddenly recovered when his fingers touched his fingertips. My fingertips trembled, and my apex trembled.

"It's okay." She was actually a little nervous, her eyelashes were shaking so much, like a butterfly wing, her voice was lighter, "I just scratched it ..."

"Clumsy." Compared to her nervousness, Bai Yeqing was at ease.

Although her tone was reproach, her eyes did not seem to blame her.

Her fingers were white, and the wound was still bleeding and dazzling. He ordered: "Go out and let the doctor take care of the wound for you. Miss Song likes crabs and let the housekeeper send someone in."

So ... no need to peel it off?

Xia Xingchen's heartfelt grievance was swept away, and he uttered "um" softly, and pulled his hand back without trace. For a long time, it seemed that his fingertips still had his enthusiasm.

The heat passed from the fingertips to the chest, burning her heart ...

She nodded slightly, greeted Song Wei, and went out.

Song's only stare at Xia Xingchen never moved away.

Is this woman really as simple as a servant? Why does she always feel that Mr. President seems to care about her?

……………………

Xia Xingchen walked out of the side hall, and his heart was still ‘bang bang —’ beating.

Staring at the wound on my hand, I looked at it for a while, and suddenly I felt that the wound was no longer painful.

but……

Did the President just look at her wounds in the presence of the future President's wife, did you care?

The next moment, he talked again and again, and felt that he was affectionate.

How could he care about himself? Most of it is his clean habit! He got blood on his fingers and peeled the crab shell. He couldn't eat it.

Xia Xingchen feels that it is such a reason that can really be justified.

"Ms. Xia, hurt your hand?" Leng brown had sharp eyes and saw the injury on her finger at a glance.

"Oh, it's okay." She smiled and shook her head.

The steward made a gesture and said politely, "Miss Xia, please come with me and ask the doctor to help you with the wound."

Xia Xingchen nodded and said to the old housekeeper as he walked: "You can send someone to serve, I'm clumsy and can't handle it well."

"I'm really wronged."

"What grievance is it! One is our president, and the other is the wife of the future president. I can help you better."

The steward looked at her for a long while with a smile, then said with relief: "If you can think like that, it proves that your vision is very good, and you didn't choose the wrong one."

She knew what the steward meant, googling her lips, "Be assured, I don't know what it is like to be with him because of my child. I know our disparities."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Xia, don't blame me for talking, I'm also good for you."

Xia Xingchen didn't answer any more. She knew that the housekeeper was right, she should be as calm as possible and not have delusions she should not have.

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Xia Xingchen was upstairs all afternoon, and never came down again. She stood at the window upstairs and could see Bai Yeqing always accompanying Song Wei.

First led her to visit the manor house of the entire presidential palace, then took her to the winery. Then, accompany her to play golf on the course.

The two get along well. Even if she looked at it from a distance, she felt that it was a very beautiful painting.

Xia Xingchen looked at it, and could not help feeling a little bit indifferent. After having a stepmother in this family, will Dabai be wronged? And she ... move out anytime!

After dinner, Bai Yeqing sent Miss Song away, and then the driver returned with Dabai.

Xia Dabai was sullen as soon as he entered the door, and no one spoke. He locked himself in the children's room and refused to come out.

Xia Xingchen had no choice but to let him. After coming out of the bathroom after taking a shower, his hair was blowing, and the door of the room was knocked twice and pushed open.

When she looked up, she saw Bai Yeqing standing at the door, quickly turned off the hair dryer, and stood up, "Mr. President."

"You didn't go to see him?" Bai Yeqing asked.

"He's been there. But he's so stupid that no one can persuade him."

Bai Yeqing frowned and glanced at her, "This temperament is like you?"

Xia Xingchen was very grieved, and Nou mouthed, "I'm not as shy as he is."

Bai Yeqing gave her a glance, "I'm not sure yet, but Lie is certain."

Xia Xingchen froze. The man apparently remembered those two bites.

"Come out and see him together," Bai Yeqing said.

"Immediately." Her hair was still a little wet, and she couldn't help it at this moment, she just combed it casually in front of the dressing mirror.

Bai Yeqing stood at the door and waited. Gaze stopped involuntarily on her.

She wears more conservative pajamas, a floral silk skirt that covers her knees. Looks like the tranquility of Xiaojiabiyu.

With his legs exposed, Bai Xuesheng was coveted. There were also moist tails hanging from her shoulders, which lined her beautifully and sexy.

Bai Yeqing's eyes were a little deeper, and a little bit of heat was added to his eyes.

Xia Xingchen just got up and turned his face.

His eyes were too late to move away, and his eyes met, and the heat in his eyes had never dissipated. She froze, missed her heartbeat, and blushed.

"Is something wrong?" She asked nervously.

"No." He shook his head. Then his eyes slowly pulled away, and it was still so invisible, like a casual way of saying, "How is your hand?"

"Taking care of it, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Um." He nodded.

Xia Xingchen stepped out of the room and walked alongside him on his right.