Thirty-Seven She Is a Panacea

After Xia Xingchen successfully completed the assessment, it was announced that she would be re-employed to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

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

The person in charge of the personnel department shook hands with her in person, respectfully. Xia Xingchen was flattered, presumably because of Yu Zenan's face. For a moment, I was even more curious about Yu Zenan's identity.

Could it be that he is also a senior political official?

When he came out with the letter of appointment, Chi Weiyang had already been waiting there. Xia Xingchen proudly shook the letter of employment at her, Chi Weiyang hugged her excitedly, "You have to treat me! This is a great thing!"

"No problem." Xia Xingchen agreed straight away.

"However, before you treat me, you have to explain the matter clearly to me." Chi Weiyang was only thinking about what she said just now.

Xia Xingchen looked at the long corridor, and there were people coming and going. There were so many people, she cautiously pulled Chi Weiyang to the balcony on the highest floor.

This season, there is already a touch of coolness in the wind.

Xia Xingchen whispered the matter to Chi Weiyang. Chi Weiyang was so startled that his small mouth opened wide, unable to close it for a long time.

"Xingchen, Xingchen, pinch me!" Chi Weiyang said: "Pinch me quickly to see if I'm dreaming."

Xia Xingchen was funny, and pinched her face angrily.

Chi Weiyang let out an 'ouch', jumping happily, "It's not a dream. My godson is actually the president's son? God, this is too incredible. What kind of luck do you think I am, to be able to have a relationship with the president's wife .”

"Okay, the more you say, the more outrageous it is!" Xia Xingchen pulled Chi Weiyang back, and lowered his voice, "What Mrs. President, he and I are not what you think at all."

"Why not? Don't you all have children? Doesn't he want to be responsible?"

Xia Xingchen stared far ahead, pondered for a while, and said, "I don't need him to be responsible. If it's love or marriage that comes because of responsibility, I don't want it either. Besides...he already has a fiancée candidate. "

"Who?"

"Vice President Song, do you know?"

"certainly."

"The vice president's daughter, Miss Song. They are people from the same world."

Chi Weiyang glanced at Xia Xingchen, but said nothing. The excitement just now has calmed down a lot now.

Mr. President is the star hanging in the sky, like them are beyond reach. If you really want to touch it, how hard is it?

Chi Weiyang said: "Xingchen, if you don't want yourself to be too sad in the future, then don't be tempted by him."

Xia Xingchen smiled, "Don't worry about that, I know."

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

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night.

In the presidential office, Fu Yichen quietly came over to change his medicine.

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

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

Mentioning that woman reminds me of her blind date.

Between the brows, he frowned.

"Then how can it be okay? Your painkiller." Fu Yichen said with interest: "Your painkiller method really opened my eyes.

"

Leng Fei at the side didn't know what happened last time, so he just asked: "Could it be possible that there is another pain relief method in the world that Dr. Fu doesn't know about?"

"Kissing to relieve pain, have you seen it?"

"Shut up!" Bai Yeqing said with a cold face, "If you keep talking, get the hell out of here."

"Okay, it's all bandaged." Fu Yichen smiled, and stopped talking.

Just kidding is enough.

Leng Fei asked: "It's so late, are you just resting in the office?"

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

"..." Leng Fei nodded.

Mr. President has changed.

In the past few months, I could not go back to the Presidential Palace once. I was too busy with work, and most of them would rest in the office, but now the frequency of going back is getting higher and higher. I don't know if it's because there is a young master in the family, or because of another woman in the family.

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Xia Xingchen was carrying her clothes to the disinfection room - although the servants were busy with these tasks, she still did her own work. Sooner or later, she will move out from this house, so she can't let herself adapt and get used to everything here casually.

When she walked out of the room and saw the posture downstairs, she could tell that Mr. President was coming back. Xia Xingchen thought for a while, but he didn't stop, he just walked to the disinfection room.

"Mr. President!" The man's slender figure stepped in, and the servant greeted him respectfully. Someone has already stepped forward and took the suit he handed over.

"Have you eaten yet?" the butler asked.

"not yet."

"The kitchen has prepared meals for you, please wait in the dining room for a while."

"Something?"

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

Too rich, but no appetite.

"Xia Xingchen!"

Just as he was about to disappear down the corridor, he was stopped by a faint voice.

She was taken aback.

Looking down at him downstairs.

"I'm hungry and want to eat dumplings."

Oops.

So, Mr. President wants to cook for him?

"Your Excellency wants to eat dumplings, hurry up and prepare them." The butler ordered others.

Bai Yeqing raised his hand to stop him, but only looked at Xia Xingchen, "Come down."

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Xia Xingchen felt that he was bewitched at all. Obviously he can refuse, does his hunger have anything to do with him? Besides, she also reminded herself early in the morning to keep a distance from the man in front of her.

However, the words of refusal reached his lips, but he couldn't continue to say it. For a long time, only his phrase 'I'm hungry' was in his mind. A little pitiful, like an unattended child.

That's all! He is also dealing with state affairs, so he doesn't even care about food.

After all, the recent case investigated by the White Feather Palace is really frustrating to appease the people. Fortunately, he did a good job.

Xia Xingchen sighed, handed the clothes in his hand to the servant who came to pick them up, and walked downstairs slowly.

She went straight to the kitchen, and Bai Yeqing went upstairs to take a shower. The two passed by, and he didn't take another look at her. Anyway, in the past few days, he has been lukewarm towards her, and he doesn't have a very good face.

Xia Xingchen was used to it.

After digging out the dumplings from the refrigerator, a servant came in and asked her if she wanted to help. She shook her head and declined.

The servant said: "I really don't know when Mr. President liked to eat these foods. He was very picky before, and he would never touch these quick-frozen things."

"Probably on a whim."

The servant nodded and took a pen to carefully write down Mr. President's preferences. It seems that there will always be dumplings in the refrigerator in the future.

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

When she brought the dumplings to the restaurant, he was already sitting there, looking down at something. It was all written in a language she couldn't understand, and it seemed to be an Arabic document.