Good Morning, Mr. President!

After Xia Xingchen passed the assessment, she announced that she would re-engage her in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"Ms. Xia, please take care of me in the future."

The person in charge of the personnel department shook hands with her personally, respectfully. Xia Xingchen was flattered and wanted to see Yu Yunan's face. For a moment, I was more curious about Yu Zhengan's identity.

Is he also a senior official in politics?

When he took out the letter of appointment, Chi Weiyang was already there. Xia Xingchen proudly shook her employment letter to her, and Chi Weiyang shouted at her excitedly, "You have to treat yourself! This is a great thing!"

"No problem." Xia Xingchen agreed.

"However, before you treat, you have to make things clear to me." Chi Weiyang was thinking about what she had said just now.

Xia Xingchen looked at the promenade, and people came and went. There are many eyes, and she carefully pulled Chi Weiyang to the top terrace.

This season, there is a slight coolness in the wind.

Xia Xingchen whispered something to Chi Weiyang. Chi Weiyang was so surprised that his mouth widened and he couldn't close for a long time.

"Xingchen, Xingchen, you're going to hit me!" Chi Weiyang said: "Hurry up and see if I'm dreaming."

Xia Xingchen was so funny, she froze on her face angrily.

Chi Weiyang said "Ouch" and jumped straight away, "It's not a dream. My son is actually the president's son? God, that's incredible. What do you think I can do with it, I can actually have a relationship with the president's wife?" . "

"Okay, the more you talk the more outrageous!" Xia Xingchen held Chi Weiyang down and lowered his voice. "What Madam President, he and I are not what you think."

"Why not? Didn't you all have children already? Did he think he wasn't responsible?"

Xia Xingchen stared far ahead and groaned before she said, "I don't need him to be responsible. If it was a love or marriage due to responsibility, I wouldn't want it. Besides ... he already has a fiancée. "

"Who?"

"Vice President Song, do you know?"

"of course."

"Vice President Vice President, Miss Song. They are the people of the world."

Chi Weiyang glanced at Xia Xingchen and said nothing. Just excited, at this moment, a lot of calm.

Mr. President is the star hanging in the sky, and they are out of reach. If you really want to touch, how hard is it?

Chi Weiyang said, "Xing Chen, if you don't want to be too sad in the future, don't worry about him."

Xia Xingchen smiled, "You can rest assured, I know."

"That's good." Chi Weiyang patted her on the shoulder.

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at night.

Fu Yichen quietly came to the president's office to change his medicine.

"The recovery is pretty good. It seems that Miss Xia is a panacea."

Bai Yeqing glanced at him, "What does it have to do with her?"

When she mentioned the woman, she thought of her blind date.

Eyebrow frowned.

"How can that be okay? Your painkiller." Fu Yichen said with interest: "Your painkiller method really opened my eyes."

The cold coffee on the side didn't know the last thing, and just asked, "Is there a way to relieve the pain that Dr. Fu doesn't know?"

"Kissing painkillers, have you ever seen them?"

"Shut up!" Bai Yeqing froze, "Fuck me again."

"Okay, bandaged." Fu Yichen smiled and stopped talking.

Enough ridicule.

Leng Brown asked, "Is your stay in the office so late?"

Bai Yeqing thought for a moment, "No, go home."

"..." Leng Brown nodded.

Mr. President has changed.

I have not been able to return to the presidential palace once a month, and my work is too busy, most of which I rest in the office, but now I go back more and more frequently. I don't know if it's because there is a young master at home or because of another woman at home.

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Xia Xingchen was holding her clothes to go to the disinfection room. Although all the servants were busy with these tasks, she still had to do her own business. Sooner or later she will move out of this home, so she can't let herself adjust and get used to everything here.

When she stepped out of the room, she could see the posture downstairs, and Mr. President was coming back. Xia Xingchen thought for a while and didn't stop. He just walked to the disinfection room.

"Mr. President!" The man's long figure stepped in, and the servant greeted him respectfully. Already someone stepped forward and took the suit he handed over.

"Have you ever eaten?" The housekeeper asked.

"not yet."

"The kitchen has prepared a meal for you. Please wait at the restaurant."

"What is it?"

The housekeeper reported some menus, and he frowned slightly as he listened.

Too rich, but no appetite.

"Xia Xingchen!"

Just before disappearing on the promenade, he was stopped by a quiet voice.

She froze.

He looked down at him downstairs.

"I am hungry and want to eat dumplings."

Oops.

So, Mr. President, do you want to cook it for him?

"Your Excellency wants to eat dumplings, so get ready to prepare." The housekeeper ordered others.

Bai Yeqing raised his hand and stopped, just looking at Xia Xingchen, "Come down."

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Xia Xingchen felt that he was simply evil. Obviously he can refuse. Is he hungry or not? Besides, she reminded herself early to keep away from the man in front of her.

However, if I refused, I couldn't continue to say it to the lips. For a long time, there was only the phrase “I am hungry” in his mind. Somewhat pathetic, like an unattended child.

Bale! He was also dealing with national affairs, so he didn't even have enough food to eat.

After all, the case recently investigated by the White Feather Palace has to appease the hearts of the people. Fortunately, he did a good job.

Xia Xingchen sighed, and handed the clothes in to the maid who came to pick them up, and slowly went downstairs.

She went straight to the kitchen and Bai Yeqing went upstairs to take a bath. The two passed by, and he didn't look at her more. Anyway, in the last few days, he hasn't been cold or warm to her, and he doesn't have a good face.

Xia Xingchen is used to it.

Dumping the dumplings from the refrigerator, the maid came in and asked her if she could help. She shook her head and refused.

The servant said: "I really don't know when Mr. President likes to eat these foods. I used to be very picky, these frozen things will never touch."

"Maybe it's on a whim."

The servant nodded, and took a pen to write down the preferences of the President carefully. It seems that in the future, you will often have dumplings in the refrigerator.

After a while, Xia Xingchen cooked the dumplings and Mr. President came down.

When she carried the dumplings to the restaurant, he was already sitting there, looking down at something. It was all words she couldn't understand, like Arabic documents.