Good Morning, Mr. President!

Noting her sight, Rui Gang, who was eating noodles, followed her sight and looked at the door. When she saw the figure, she immediately put down her chopsticks, got up in honor, and turned to bow: "Sir."

This time, everyone else also put down their chopsticks, got up collectively, turned around and said hello, respectfully, "Sir."

Bai Yeqing nodded his head lightly, in response, "Keep eating, don't worry about me."

"The kitchen has a new flavor today and it tastes great. Please try it out!" The minister was cordially invited and praised the craftsmanship of the "new chef".

Bai Yeqing's eyes looked at the so-called "new chef" lightly, and there was not much fluctuation in his eyes. He found a place to sit down casually, and someone in the kitchen immediately brought the president's utensils.

Xia Xingchen felt that he seemed a little unhappy, probably because there had been too many political affairs recently. She clipped a bowl of noodles, covered them with just fried eggs, and brought them to him.

"Mr. President, use slowly." The voice was also respectful. Bai Yeqing didn't look at her, took milky ivory chopsticks and tasted it.

Someone called her over there, "Chef, can you fry another egg?"

"Ah, okay, right away." Xia Xingchen turned back and gave someone a glance. "Then ... slow down, I'm going to the kitchen."

She said, turning and leaving. Bai Yeqing frowned and clasped her hands. On such a night, his palms were warm. Fortunately, he was sitting in the last corner, and his drag was at least not seen yet.

Xia Xingchen was frightened, looked at him, and looked at the others. She struggled with her hands, compared with her lips, "Hurry up and let go ... you will be seen ..."

"Chef." When someone heard another call, she felt as if she had been burned, and her hand retracted immediately. "How ... how?"

She asked, stuttering inexplicably. Hey ~ It really feels like Wei Yang said, it feels a bit like cheating.

"Are there any fruits? I want another fruit."

"Yes, I'll bring it to you in the kitchen." Xia Xingchen responded crisply, and went to the kitchen without looking at someone again. Leng brown looked at someone with a cold face, wiping cold sweat.

As a result, she went into the kitchen and came out again. Busy in the crowd, very happy. Not to mention taking care of someone's increasingly unsightly look, it just doesn't take time to look at him more.

Finally, as soon as he put his chopsticks, he got up and left.

Xia Xingchen took a moment to look at the table he just sat on, only to find that he didn't eat much at all. Doesn't this mean he wants to eat noodles? Why did she do it and he stopped eating?

When she was thinking, Leng Lin turned back to the restaurant and stared at Rui Gang from afar. Years of tacit understanding made Rui Gang understand instantly. Shen Bu passed, covering Xia Xingchen's ear, "Miss Xia, Mr. President, let you pass immediately."

"..."

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President's office, the lights are as bright as day.

Xia Xingchen was led in by Leng Brown, and Bai Yeqing was leaning on the sofa. Your legs, hands, and coffee table in front of you are full of information. He lowered his head, was watching, and did not look up when he heard the movement.

Leng Brown retired silently. Xia Xingchen walked a few steps in himself without disturbing him first, but just looking at his working environment calmly.

The office is hundreds of square meters in size. In addition to the lounge area, work area, conference area and bar counter. The bar is full of famous wines.

There are always as many as eight new and modern computer equipment, which are all on at the moment and are in operation. She glanced up casually, and found that there were cameras and infrared devices everywhere in the corners on the wall. In such a cautious and rigorous place, Song Yu and his two can also install a wiretapping device.

She was finally attracted by the military heroes in the cabinet and some championship trophies. Xia Xingchen walked slowly, watching with interest through the glass.

original……

He has so many medals.

Sharpshooter.

Fencing champion.

Mortar King.

Land War King.

…………

Many photos, each of them showing his heroic look in military uniform. Xia Xingchen could see God, and suddenly felt that for this man, let alone his world, she didn't even understand him at all.

Even if he was wearing a military uniform, she was the first time she saw her, and it was still in the photo.

This made her feel a little bit more troubled. Learn more, it seems not to be closer to him, but to feel that he seems farther away from him ...

"Look what?" Bai Yeqing's voice suddenly sounded.

Xia Xingchen turned back. He sat on the sofa and raised his head. Two eyes hit each other.

"Look at these medals for you." She laughed, gathering the emotions she had just suffered, "I only found out that you are so good."

Bai Yeqing looked at her. She had taken off her chef uniform just now, wearing only a white shirt and a black skirt with hips and knees, and black high heels on her little feet, pulling her slender legs straighter and more beautiful. It was originally simple and elegant, but ... now, in his eyes, he felt indescribable.

"What's wrong?" Xia Xingchen noticed that his gaze was fixed on himself. He looked a little uncomfortable, and looked down at himself. "Is there anything wrong with me?"

Yes. Wrong! Especially wrong! It's all wrong! So, make him feel like something is wrong!

He sank, "Come here and sit."

Xia Xingchen walked over, he was full of information, there was no place to sit. She was about to go to the sofa opposite the coffee table. As a result, he threw the papers he held, and the materials on his legs were aside. Raising her hand, she dragged her to her lap and sat down.

"Hey." She was startled.

"Where do you want to go?" He lowered his voice. Long fingers pinched her chin, lowered her small face, and let her eyes look at herself.

With four eyes facing each other and being so close, she clearly saw her shadow in his deep pupil. The look inexplicably made her heart beat quickly, "... I just want to sit opposite."

His fingers were still on her chin, making her feel hot and dry.

He raised his hand and wanted to take his hand away, but he buckled back and cut behind him. With five fingers interlocked, her fingers felt hot.

"What are you doing tonight?" The man's voice was particularly charming at night.

"Cooking noodles, don't you want to eat noodles?" Xia Xingchen thought his question was strange. "But I don't think you eat much. Noodles are not good tonight?"

"Do you really think I asked you to cook noodles here?" Bai Yeqing was a little annoyed.