Good Morning, Mr. President!

As soon as Mr. President left, the Vice President was also irritated to stay and left. Before Lan Yu left last, before leaving, she stared at Xia Xingchen heavily, her eyes were full of hostility, Xia Xingchen could see clearly. However, Lan Yan did not intentionally tell her anything.

All of a sudden, the lounge was empty. Only she and Chi Weiyang were left, as well as Yu Zenan.

"Are you all right?" Chi Weiyang asked worriedly.

Yu Zhenan also held her for a while, hug her chest with both hands, and said leisurely: "Just now that person is Lan Yao, you can see the real person. According to conscience, it looks better than the photos."

Chi Weiyang felt that this man was just spreading salt on the wound. "Don't say it, everyone is gone, let's go."

Xia Xingchen nodded slightly and said nothing.

Three people went out together. It was a bit bitter outside. Yu Zenan asked them to wait by the roadside and send them away.

Today's weather is not bad. However, the whole city has cooled down so much that passersby on the street have already put on down jackets.

Xia Xingchen looked at the bare branches on the opposite street with a desolate heart. It won't be long before the city snows ...

While in a daze, Chi Weiyang pulled her. When she returned to her mind, she saw the team drove past her in a hurry. Through the window, the cold side face was faintly visible.

And ... Lan Ying sitting next to him ...

Chi Weiyang sighed. "It seems that he and Lan Ying are really ..."

Xia Xingchen didn't answer, but was thinking in his mind, could the e-mail received in country Y that day be sent by Lan Yan? But who made it, and what's important? Importantly, none of those photos are composite ...

He stared at the distant team, his chest hurting ...

I tried to ignore it, but the pain was too strong.

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There is no news from the old lady this weekend. Xia Xingchen will not take the initiative to find the past. As long as the child is still with her, she hopes that everything will be like this, and even, some ostriches think, if the old lady does not come to her forever, it would be better.

Two days later.

As soon as Xia Xingchen arrived at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, he was called to the office.

"The English translation of Mr. President has left for various reasons. I know that you have a good relationship with the President's office. Mr. President wants me to pick a trusted one and send it to you. I can only think of you now."

The Foreign Minister's words made her stupefy. "Me?"

"It's you. Any questions?"

"..." Xia Xingchen shook her head. If it is a business need, she is of course no problem. Public and private she has always been clear. just……

"Actually, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has a lot more professionalism than me ..." In the final analysis, she is just a few months.

"With your qualifications, it's really easy to enter the President's Office, but it's difficult to find someone who can trust the President's Office. Of course, I'm just pushing you now, there will also be an internship there If you can't get in the president's office at that time, everything will be decided by Mr. President. "

Xia Xingchen nodded. "Then I know. When will I report?"

"Early tomorrow."

Xia Xingchen got the personnel notice and left the office.

and so……

The next time, I have to work in a building with him, so ... there will be more opportunities to meet him, right? However, she can be just like him, so innocent, as if nothing happened to each other, nothing unhappy, only focus on work?

She, in fact, has no confidence at all ...

Now, as long as I think of him, the waves in my heart can no longer be ignored, let alone meet with him and work with him ...

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The next day.

Early in the morning.

Xia Xingchen didn't dare to neglect, put on a touch of makeup, wore a black dress, wrapped a woolen coat, and ran to the president's office with a computer. The first time she came to work in a new environment, it was still in his environment.

Report to the personnel department, arrange into the translation department, and be led by the minister to the work office.

The feeling here is very different from that of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Although the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is also a political department, in comparison, it is much more comfortable. The people here are rigorous and unscrupulous. The pace of work is also much faster.

Although Xia Xingchen just came in, he didn't dare to slacken any place.

Turn on your computer and try to adapt to your new job. Before he even started, I saw the minister going out while sorting out his dress, and yelled, "Mr. President is coming soon!"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone got up and went out.

Xia Xingchen knows the rules-the convention of the office is to go out to meet. She followed the crowd downstairs, on the lawn of the office, and everyone in each department was waiting.

The golden gate slowly opened in the early winter morning. The president's convoy came in unhurriedly. Under the **** national anthem, the national flag rose. The sound of "pounding pounds" from the bell of Baiyu Square made the whole scene even more solemn.

Xia Xingchen has only seen this kind of scene occasionally. The first time I stood in the crowd and felt it, there was a feeling of blood.

The man they greeted so solemnly was her child's father. There was a relationship, but now ... it doesn't matter anymore ...

At this moment, she was standing at the bottom of the crowd, wondering whether she should be happy or sad.

"Good morning, Mr. President!"

While thinking about it, the man was already walking towards them from the car.

He nodded his head slightly and greeted everyone, "Early, go and get busy."

"Yes, Mr. President."

Everyone responded without moving, just waiting for the President's advanced office. Xia Xingchen's eyes fell on him, and today he is still charming. Whether it ’s dressing or raising your hands ...

When I was thinking about it, I was passing by the President in front of them at a gentle pace, and I was walking in a halt.

Xia Xingchen's heartbeat suddenly stopped. His gaze passed over the crowd and projected straight on her without hesitation.

Her breath tightened, and that moment ... everyone's eyes fell on her.

Exploring, curious, surprised ...

"New?" He opened his lips, his simple words, showing alienation.

As if they were seeing for the first time ...

As if they had never known each other before ...

Xia Xingchen blinked for a moment, and the minister on the side pulled her sleeve a moment before she returned. Slowly came out of the crowd, and said softly, "Hello, I am a new English translator, Xia Xingchen."