One Hundred and Thirty-Two Back to the Presidential Palace Again (1)

The group of three walked out, and just after they left the hospital door, they heard a lively voice.

"Mr. President, in 15 days, you and Miss Song will have their engagement banquet. Will this marriage between the two families have any impact on the political landscape?"

"Where will you and Miss Song hold the engagement banquet? Will there be a holiday and the whole country will celebrate together?"

"Since the engagement time has been decided, when are you going to get married? It is said that this is a political marriage. Is there really no relationship between the two?"

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On the steps of the hospital, the media was crowded. Everyone's questions are thrown out, one is more explosive than the other.

Xia Xingchen heard it in his ears, didn't look up, just walked out quickly with his luggage. However, the road ahead was blocked by reporters and various super-large instruments. The driver has come up to clear the crowd for the old lady and Xia Guopeng. She is carrying something in her hand, and her body is much slender than those of the men, so it is very difficult to get out of the crowd.

After barely walking a few steps, the reporters suddenly swarmed up again. Seeing this, she hurriedly stepped back, her heel hit the steps, her foot was unstable, her body had already fallen, and she fell heavily on the steps. Seeing that the crowd was about to trample over, she was startled and was about to get up in a panic, but her elbow was suddenly clasped by a big palm. A strong force pulled her up easily.

Xia Xingchen hadn't regained her senses yet, only to hear the continuous sound of 'click' and 'click', and the film flashed so that she couldn't open her eyes at all. She blocked the light with her hand and looked sideways, only to realize that it was Bai Yeqing who was holding her. Two people, four eyes met, the strong light flashed her eyes. His figure enveloped her densely, and his eyes fell on her, deep and complicated.

Xia Xingchen was stunned for a long time, and met his eyes in a daze. It was as if his soul had been taken away from him, and he couldn't return to his senses for a long time. Until, the reporter's question came over again.

"Mr. President, do you know this lady?"

"Excuse me, what is your relationship?"

"You guys look very close, are you old acquaintances?"

...

This time, all the problems were focused on Xia Xingchen. She admires the keen sense of smell of these media. It is just such an accident that they can even say the words 'old acquaintance' and 'intimacy'.

After returning to his senses, he first smiled at him, politely and distantly, "Thank you, Mr. President."

Definitely the attitude of ordinary people towards the president.

His hand was quietly withdrawn from his palm. He didn't speak, the lines on his face were tense, and his thin lips were pursed into a single word. He only watched coolly as she stepped aside from him and retreated to a safe distance. His eyes darkened a bit.

The microphone and camera went directly to Xia Xingchen. The smile on her face was just right, "I am a family member of the patient this time, and it is an honor to meet Mr. President this time. It is also thanks to Mr. President that my father can recover."

Turns out, it's just family.

Everyone was a little discouraged. I thought I could dig a good gossip.

Bai Yeqing's face darkened a little, he didn't say anything, he just turned his head and glanced at Xia Xingchen, and then looked at Lengfei again.

Xia Xingchen felt a bit of a drum in his heart, so he didn't stay any longer and came out from the crowd. Leng Bing received Mr. President's eyes, quietly lifted Xia Xingchen's luggage from the side, protected her, and let her leave easily.

As soon as she leaves,

The media's attention naturally fell on him again. He seemed to be in a very bad mood, much worse than just now. Facing the media, he didn't say a word, just walked down the steps with a cold face. Xia Xingchen didn't look back, went down the steps, and said to Leng Coffee, "Thank you, give me your luggage."

"You get in the car, and I'll bring your luggage to you."

"Don't." Xia Xingchen insisted on taking the luggage into his hands, "I know that you are his secretary and adjutant. Those media are very good at catching the wind, and I don't want to cause him any trouble. Go back to him quickly."

Leng Bing felt relieved, "If your Excellency knows that Miss Xia still cares about him so much, you will be very happy."

Xia Xingchen's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly. After a while, he raised his head and twitched his lips, "I haven't had a chance to say congratulations to him. If there is a chance, please help me convey it."

Leng Coffee 囧, "I think Miss Xia will be more sincere if she conveys it herself."

If he dares to say this, he will kill him with one look?

"Not much to say, my grandma and my dad are still waiting for me." Xia Xingchen looked back at the car parked on the side of the road, "I'll go first."

"Okay. I still want to congratulate Mr. Xia on getting through this difficult time safely."

"I thank you for my dad."

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Leng Coffee watched Xia Xingchen leave before returning to the crowd. Separate the reporters and escort Mr. President back to the car.

Bai Yeqing got into the car and let Leng Coffee also sit in the car. Two people, sitting face to face, Bai Yeqing's face was still calm, and he was looking at the online mail. After a while, he said casually: "What are you talking about?"

"Huh?" Leng Fei looked up at him, seemingly puzzled.

Bai Yeqing frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with his slow response. Leng Fei froze, and then suddenly realized, "So you asked me what I just talked to Miss Xia!"

Bai Yeqing didn't admit or deny, just straightened his body and sat up straight. Eyes are still lingering on the mail. Like the answer, he didn't really care. However, whether he really cares or not, only he knows best in his own heart.

"That...Miss Xia did talk to me about something, but...I dare not tell you."

He stared for a while, and raised his eyelids gracefully. Cold sweat broke out on Lengfei's forehead, "Do you really want to hear it?"

"Say."

"Cough cough!" Leng Fei cleared his throat, and decided to go out of his way. He also sat up and said, "Miss Xia asked me to convey 'congratulations' to you on her behalf."

"What?" Bai Yeqing didn't seem to understand the last two words. He stared at Leng Coffee with cold eyes, and his voice was cold, "Repeat it again."

Leng Coffee was beating drums in his heart, and he knew that this was not a good job. He was numb, summoned up his courage, and said it again slowly: "Miss Xia said...Congratulations on your engagement with Miss Song."

His words only fell, "snap--", the iPad was thrown aside heavily, hit the wall of the car, and made a muffled sound. Someone's face suddenly became as gloomy as black charcoal. The air pressure in the cabin is as low as it can get.

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[About the Q&A with reporters, please don’t automatically bring it into the media in our country and the state of one-party governance, please bring it into the media in the United Kingdom and the United States that are not afraid of death. 】