Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Leng Brown just reminded me that a stupid woman was besieged on the Internet. So, I took the time to take a look."

"..." Xia Xingchen listened, her heart warming.

In fact, she did not really care about those bad words on the Internet, she was just bored and playing with them. Feelings are warm and cold. At least, in her opinion, the two of them are now happy.

After going through so many things, her mentality is now much better. She cannot predict the way ahead, but at least knows to cherish the present.

"You just said that you had a copy of the document in the study. Someone came to get it. Did you just talk about it or?"

"Give it to Rui Gang in a while."

"it is good."

Hanging up the phone, Xia Xingchen went online for a while, watching the netizens' messages to pass the time.

Throughout the day, her cell phone kept ringing, and all kinds of phones were there.

Except for ex-colleagues and current colleagues, everyone's phone was shocked besides expressing envy. No one ever thought that her boyfriend or future husband would be the president of their country S. Especially Li Yan called and apology with her again and again.

"I didn't expect that your target would be Mr. President, Xingchen, don't take into account those words that I told you fortune tellers Hu Yan. What 'nothing' and 'defamation' ... oh! I am really bullshit. "

In fact, these storms are indeed very dangerous. It's like this impeachment, with a little carelessness.

"Don't apologize, those things have passed, aren't we both doing nothing now?"

"You two are just fine. By the way, is the wedding date settled? You will have to invite me at that time! The President's wedding! How solemn! I want to go to dream!"

Li Yan's tone was full of longing, very excited.

Xia Xingchen didn't answer. He leaned back in his chair and squinted up to see the warm sun. He couldn't help looking forward to their wedding.

However, compared to the grand wedding of the century that everyone was happy to discuss, she only wanted a simple wedding with only a few parties in the family.

Hanging up Li Li's phone was again called by media reporters from all sides. They have always had great magical powers. They do n’t know where they got the numbers. Xia Xingchen did n’t answer them, and he did n’t accept any media interviews.

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The popularity of this Weibo has attracted almost everyone's attention. In just half a day, it has been forwarded to break the record.

Lan Yan was sitting in his office, staring at the screen, staring at him, his eyes hazed. She took a hard breath and squeezed the hotness of her nose down, then "popped" and closed the computer.

I took my cell phone and dialed out.

"Hey, hey."

"Did you just receive the email I just sent you?" Lan Yan asked.

"I'm still watching! This is really a surprise bomb for our news agency! Well, I love you so much! Are you honest, did we get these photos first hand? I will arrange them now Someone is going to write a press release! "The other side was so excited that his voice was shaking.

"Don't worry! I didn't tell you to send it to me now!"

"No hair?" The other side couldn't figure out her intentions. "Don't you always like Mr. President? As soon as this photo is sent out, they will definitely break up. Which man can bear cuckold? Not to mention Mr. President."

"I told you not to send you now, just don't send it. Now you, like other media news, just write more of their sweet manuscripts. People don't like to watch this now?" Lan Ying said, and said, "To Help me build a positive and affectionate image of Mr. President. Do n’t I remind you? ”

The other party snorted, "I think I can see your intention clearly. I want me to write those manuscripts now, consolidate his image, and try to get impeachment as a result, right?"

"..." Lan Yan didn't answer. The answer is yes.

Naturally, she didn't want Bai Yeqing to be in trouble. But ... her purpose is not just this one.

"Okay, I see. But those photos are a bombshell, I don't want to let go."

"When will those photos be released, I'll let you know!" Lan Yan said, and then hung up the other party's phone. I remembered that the two just showed off their loving Weibo on the Internet, and it seemed like a needle was born in her heart.

At the time, Song Weiwei had never been so jealous. Because, she knew that he was not the same as Song Xiachen.

Xia Xingchen, what is He De and how can it be?

………………………………

Bai Yeqing put everything in order, and made an appointment to take the mother and son out to play the next day.

at night.

Xia Dabai was happy, hopping up and down to pack things, even want to bring his own tea cup. Xia Xingchen took the tea cup out of his small suitcase again, "Stuck in such a heavy stuff, can you mention it?"

"Isn't Xiaobai helping me?" When Xia Dabai spoke, his begging gaze fell on someone who was wearing a home-dress and leaning on the bed and rumbling over the book.

"Do your own thing and don't rely on others." Someone said lightly, his gaze fell on the book, without squinting.

Xia Dabai's depressed Nou's small mouth looked at Xia Xingchen. She shrugged indifferently. "Little white won't help you, then I can't help you."

She knows his educational philosophy. Boys, after all, they have to be independent and brave, unlike girls.

He opened his cute little mouth and muttered, "But is the patient ..."

"I can run, I can jump, I can go up and down, I haven't seen such a moving patient." Bai Yeqing raised his eyes at this moment, his long and beautiful eyes favored his son.

Xia Dabai discouraged and set aside his beloved cartoon tea cup, and he reluctantly touched and touched it, like farewell.

Whoosh, he thought he must have picked it up from the trash. How can there be such parents. Obviously he just got seriously ill and hasn't fully recovered yet! Don't feel sorry for him at all!

Xia Dabai muttered, looking down to see that Dabao had packed his luggage, and was packing Xiaobai's clothes again. As soon as his eyes lighted, his small body suddenly stood up, his little finger was pointing at the big box, "Little white! You're not a man! Shame!"

"..."

Bai Yeqing looked at his son.

"Men's things have to be done by myself. You see, my clothes are all stacked by myself!" Xia Da pointed his own box in vain and tender, and although he was in a mess, he was very proud-he said he folded it by himself. , But Xia Xingchen must be quietly reworked for a while.