Sweet Wife, be Good!

Cao Tezhu secretly said in his heart, it's not because this illness is a heart disease.

Although Shen Yu'an didn't make a big fuss about the examination to replace this matter, how could Song Encheng's most relevant party not hear the news?

This illness is not only a show of weakness to Shen Yu'an, but also a strategy. The purpose is to make Shen Yu'an not overdo it when he is punished later.

It is estimated that the news of the illness came from the Song family.

But looking at Shen Yu'an's attitude, the Song family's abacus might be wrong.

Cao Tezhu hurriedly followed in Shen Yuan's footsteps and got into the car with him.

Secretly complained about Song Encheng for not taking departmental rules seriously.

Song Encheng wanted to enter the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and with her strength, it was okay to take an idle job or something.

Even if the work ability is not outstanding, but as long as it is not excessive, the minister will probably not care too much.

But she had a big heart, so she chose the translation department and the most challenging simultaneous interpretation position.

In order to stay with Shen Yuan for more time, he exposed his weakness in minutes.

But if I am stupid, I can't blame others for being harsh.

"Minister, here it is." Cao Special Assistant reminded after a period of the trip.

Tonight, a guest from Egypt met with Shen Yu'an. It was a private reception. The language of communication was not as strict as on formal occasions, so Shen Yu'an did not need to bring an interpreter. Generally speaking, English is just fine for such occasions.

Shen Yuan closed the laptop, tidyed up his clothes, stepped on his long legs and got out of the car.

...

After finishing the whole day, He Yixia returned to her residence, took a hot bath, and sat on the sofa for more than two hours before completely freeing herself from work.

Simultaneous interpretation is really a job that emphasizes both personal and mental power.

No wonder He Yixia rarely sees older seniors in this industry.

And the female predecessors are not more than thirty-five years old.

All because, this job requires precision like an instrument, and it can't be carried by older people.

When she was about to rest, she wandered out to eat.

The food delivery business in Egypt is underdeveloped and is completely incomparable with the Dragon Empire, so people are not allowed to be lazy here.

Public security here is relatively average, so He Yixia walked out and found a small place nearby to pack a dinner.

After packing, she walked through the underground parking lot and walked into the community.

As she was walking, her cell phone rang.

She picked it up without looking, "Hey, hello."

"Yixia, it's me."

A familiar voice came.

It turned out to be Fang Yunqian.

He Yixia was silent for a moment.

I did not expect that he would call.

After the two broke up, he never called again.

Although He Yixia had thought of calling him countless times, she still held back it. After a long time, it became a habit, and she lost that thought.

Gradually, this kind of existence is eliminated from life.

"Yixia, I'm near where you live. Egypt." Fang Yunqian's voice was a little anxious.

He Yixia looked around subconsciously: "What are you going to do?"

The bottom of her heart was not moved, nor was it joy, but a kind of vigilance and discomfort rose.

After all, he should be officially married to Xu Meiyi now.

The invitations she received were bright and dazzling, but she didn't go to the grand wedding.