Two Hundred and Fifty Third True Love (3)

He leaned back and ordered: "Translate!"

Xia Xingchen was stunned for a moment, and looked at him in confusion. translate? translate what? No one is talking to him, is there?

Bai Yeqing compared the huge screen in front of him with his chin. On the screen were the lyrics sung by the stars of Country Y on stage. Xia Xingchen understood and immediately translated word for word. Bai Yeqing only said: "What did you say?"

In the arena, the sound effect is very good, and her voice is very soft, which is covered by the sound effect.

Xia Xingchen had no choice but to move closer to his ear and start translating from the beginning.

When Bai Yeqing glanced sideways, he could see her serious and focused profile. Her eyes were always on the big screen in front of her, and her red lips moved slightly. Under the dim light, her small face looked even fairer...

Being so close, I could smell the faint fragrance of her body.

too familiar.

It was so familiar that he suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest, and the pain spread all the way to the apex of his heart. I really want to ask this woman why she didn't want him all of a sudden! How can I be inferior to Yu Zenan? Why can she withdraw so resolutely and freely every time? Is he the only one who tosses and turns at night and finds it difficult to fall asleep? !

Was it because she really didn't care at all when she said so rationally that night that "they may not necessarily have a future"?

Or……

In her mind, actually...has she never sketched out the future that belongs to the two of them?

When he was fantasizing about walking into the White Feather Palace with her hand in hand to receive the blessings of the whole people, when he was fantasizing about taking her to meet her parents, he and Yu Zenan...

"Okay, that's it for the whole article." She said the concluding remarks, and her soft voice stopped his thoughts abruptly.

After finishing speaking, her eyes slowly pulled back from the big screen and fell on him. He stared at her without any intention of withdrawing, just barely meeting her eyes.

The complex and profound emotions revealed in those eyes made Xia Xingchen's heart tighten, and his heart throbbed for a moment.

Is it my own illusion? Always felt……

The way he looked at himself was a little desolate, a little...painful...

"Mr. President?" Xia Xingchen was confused by his eyes,

She squeezed her palms to calm herself down, and then called him softly, seemingly calmly.

He seemed to have come back to his senses now, and looked away without saying anything. His eyes fell on the center of the stage, and he returned to his original indifference and alienation.

Seeing him like this, Xia Xingchen couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

It looks like...

Just now, probably it was really my own illusion!

After that, Bai Yeqing seemed to have completely forgotten about Xia Xingchen. He just left her alone, no matter who was talking to him, he didn't need her as an interpreter. Xia Xingchen stood beside her with a paper and a pen, feeling that it seemed completely unnecessary for her to come here tonight. I don't know why Leng Fei arranged for me to come here.

After the cultural exchange activities, as always, there is a dinner. Xia Xingchen still had to follow him as a matchmaker. He drank a lot tonight. Even Leng Fei, who was waiting outside the venue, noticed it, and talked to her through the headset, "Miss Xia, you drank too much alcohol, in case you lose your composure, please remind me."

"Okay." Xia Xingchen replied, watching Bai Yeqing never refuse anyone who came again, and drank half of the wine toasted by an official. If it goes on like this, I should really be drunk.

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

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; Bai Yeqing glanced at her, then ignored her. Xia Xingchen followed a step, and when there was no one else around, he quietly pulled off his cuff. Bai Yeqing was taken aback for a moment, lowered his head, and saw her white fingers pinching his shirt...

The chest swayed slightly. It's like going back to the past...

As if feeling his gaze, and realizing that he was losing his composure, Xia Xingchen hurriedly withdrew his hand.

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

"...You can't drink any more, you'll get drunk if you drink any more."

Bai Yeqing's eyes deepened, and he stared at her closely, "Miss Xia is an interpreter, not my secretary, so why bother with me?"

He is mocking her for not being qualified to say such things!

Xia Xingchen could only say: "...Leng Fei asked me to remind you."

"..." Bai Yeqing's breathing was heavy, and when he looked at her again, his eyes were a little heavier and a little colder, as if he wanted to swallow her whole. The wine glass also made him put it back heavily on the tray of the passing WAITER.

She was so stared at that she felt cold all over, so she could only lower her head.

So... for this kind of thing, it would be much better for Leng Fei to remind her personally! As soon as she said that, he was so unhappy.

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In the middle of the reception, Bai Yeqing withdrew and left. Xia Xingchen heaved a sigh of relief and could finally leave.

A group of people left the venue one after another. The wind outside rushed towards him, Xia Xingchen shivered from the cold, and wanted to hide inside. This day is getting colder and colder!

Bai Yeqing walked far ahead, and even heard her panting because of the cold, so he subconsciously took off his suit. Xia Xingchen lowered his head while exhaling and warming his hands, while following the people walking forward, suddenly, a heavy weight fell on his shoulder. A warm dress was thrown over, covering her eyes.

She froze for a moment. Even if you didn't pull the clothes off, you would know who the clothes came from just by smelling the breath.

After a while, she took the clothes off the top of her head. Looking again, they had already reached the side of the car, and Bai Yeqing bent into the car.

Xia Xingchen hurriedly followed, "Mr. President, your clothes."

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

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

"You are not afraid of freezing to death, and I don't want to see tomorrow's news that my interpreter came out with me and was frozen to death outside the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!" He said in a serious tone.

Seeing that her nose was red from the cold, Leng Fei persuaded, "Miss Xia, get in the car."

It is indeed cold. It's not always possible to call a car right away. Xia Xingchen didn't insist anymore, just nodded with Leng Fei, then subconsciously retreated to the back and planned to take the car she was in when she came. However, after taking a step, I heard someone's voice again, "Miss 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, obviously not intending to explain further. Naturally, Leng Fei understood, and hurriedly opened the car door, making a 'please' gesture.

"Miss Xia, you take this car."

"...But, isn't the work already over?" The personal translator really wanted to stay close to him, but isn't it all over now?

"Maybe... the embassy will talk to you on the phone soon?" Leng Fei really admired his ability to talk nonsense.

Xia Xingchen had no choice but to sit in.