Good Morning, Mr. President!

He leaned back and ordered, "Translate!"

Xia Xingchen froze for a moment, and he looked at him for some reason. translation? What to translate? No one was talking to him right?

Bai Yeqing used the lower screen to make the screen larger than the lower one. On the screen are the lyrics of the star of the country Y singing. Xia Xingchen understood it and translated literally. Bai Yeqing only said, "What did you say?"

On the court, the sound effect was very good, her voice was very light, and it was covered with the sound effect.

Xia Xingchen had to get closer to his ear and start translating again.

Bai Yeqing glanced slightly to see her serious and focused profile. Her gaze fell on the large screen in front, her red lips moving slightly. Under the dim and dim light, her little face was more white ...

Close enough to smell the faint scent of her body.

Too familiar.

He was so familiar that he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and the pain spread to his heart. I really want to ask this woman, why don't you suddenly stop him! How can you not compare with Yu Zenan? Why did she withdraw so resolutely and freely again and again? At night, it is difficult to fall asleep. Is he alone? !!

That night, she said wisely that they ‘do n’t necessarily have a future’. Is it because they really do n’t care?

Or……

In her thoughts, actually ... really never outlined the future that belongs to them both?

When he fantasizes and walks into the White Feather Palace with her to accept the blessings of the people, when he fantasizes to take her to see his parents, he and Yu Zenan ...

"Okay, that's it for the whole article." She said the closing words, a soft voice, that stopped his thoughts.

After all, her eyes slowly pulled back from the curtain and fell to him. He gazed at her with no intention of drawing it back, just like he could match her eyes.

Xia Xingchen's heart tightened, and there was a moment of throbbing in his heart.

Is it your own illusion? Always felt……

He looked at his gaze, but some were desolate, some ... painful ...

"Mr. President?" Xia Xingchen was a little confused by his eyes. She squeezed her palms to calm herself down, and called him quietly.

He seemed to be back at this moment, said nothing, and looked away. Gaze fell in the center of the stage, and returned to the original indifference and alienation.

Looking at him like this, Xia Xingchen couldn't help feeling a little stunned.

Looks like ...

Just now, it was really my own illusion!

After that, Bai Yeqing seemed to completely forget Xia Xingchen. He left her aside, no matter who spoke to him, he didn't need her translation. Xia Xingchen stood by the paper and pen, feeling that it seemed totally unnecessary to come here tonight. I don't know why Lengfen arranged for him to come.

After the cultural exchange event, as always, there was a dinner. Xia Xingchen must also be with him when he is a match. Tonight, he drank a lot of wine. Even the cold coffee waiting outside the room noticed and talked to her in the headset, "Ms. Xia, Your Excellency has drunk too much alcohol, in order to prevent the state, please remind me a little.

"Okay." Xia Xingchen responded, watching Bai Yeqing's return, and drank half of an official toast. Go on like this, really get drunk.

Xia Xingchen was worried, and took a step forward, "Mr. President."

Bai Yeqing glanced at her, then ignored her. Xia Xingchen took a step forward, tearing his cuff quietly when there was no one around him. Bai Yeqing froze, lowered his head, and saw her fair fingers pinching his shirt ...

Chest, swayed slightly. It's like going back a while ago ...

It seemed that he felt his eyesight and realized that he was a bit ill. Xia Xingchen drew his hand back.

At that moment, Bai Yeqing's face was darkened, his thin lips lifted, and he asked, "What?"

"... you can't drink anymore, you'll be drunk again."

Bai Yeqing looked a little deeper and stared at her. "Ms. Xia is a translator, not my secretary, who cares about me?"

He was ironic that she was not qualified to say that!

Xia Xingchen had to say, "... I was reminded by Leng brown."

"..." Bai Yeqing took a heavy breath, and looking at her eyes again, he was a little bit heavy and a little bit cold, as if she was going to swallow her whole body. The wine glass also let him put it back on the tray of the passing WAITER.

She was staring cold, and she could only lower her head.

So ... this kind of thing is probably better reminded by Leng Brown himself! As soon as she said, he was so upset.

……………………

Halfway through the reception, Bai Yeqing pulled away. Xia Xingchen was relieved, and finally he could go.

A group of people walked out of the venue. The wind from the outside came straight, and Xia Xingchen was so cold that he wanted to hide inside. It's getting colder and colder this day!

Bai Yeqing walked far ahead and all heard her take off her suit because of the cold gassing sound. Xia Xingchen lowered his head, warmed his hands, and followed the person walking forward. Suddenly, he had a heavy shoulder. A warm dress was thrown over, covering her eyes.

She froze for a moment. Even if you didn't pull the clothes down, just smelling it, you knew who the clothes came from.

After a while, she took off her clothes from overhead. Once again, they had arrived at the side of the car and Bai Yeqing stooped into the car.

Xia Xingchen kept up. "Mr. President, your clothes."

That tone made the man in the car look cold. Glancing at her, "Get in the car!"

"I ... just take a taxi by myself."

"You're not afraid of freezing, and I don't want to see tomorrow's news that my translator came out with me and was frozen to death outside the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!" He was very heavy.

When Leng Lin saw her nose became red, she advised: "Miss Xia, get in the car."

It's really cold. It's not possible to call a car right here. Xia Xingchen didn't insist any more, just nodded with Leng brown, then subconsciously retreated to the car that she was going to take when she came. However, after taking a step, I heard someone's voice again, "Ms. Xia, do you know what a personal interpreter is?"

Xia Xingchen was puzzled and looked back at him.

He looked cold and pursed his lips, apparently without meaning. Leng brown naturally understood, and quickly opened the door, a gesture of ‘please’.

"Miss Xia, you take this car."

"... But, haven't all the work been finished?" The personal translation is really to stay close, but isn't it all over now?

"Maybe ... I'm going to talk to your Excellency on the phone?" Leng brown really admired his ability to talk nonsense.

Xia Xingchen had to sit in.