Good Morning, Mr. President!

Bai Yeqing came out happily, and as a result, returned with a somber face. Xia Dabai didn't know when he was awake, turned on a small lamp, and sat by the bed with a pair of big eyes that had not been fully awake, gloating at him with some glee. Sleep with Dabao and get kicked out by Dabao, right? "

This boy, which pot is not kicked. Which one was kicked out? The woman didn't even give him a chance to go in!

He snorted, too lazy to ignore him, and lifted the quilt straight to sleep, his face depressed.

Xia Dabai also lay back, smiling over his small face and staring at his tight face, "Xiao Bai, it is not right for a wife to abandon his son!"

"... Who said I was looking for her?" Bai Yeqing thought his son was very shy.

"Not to find Dabao, then why are you still up so late?"

"Pour water."

"What about your water?"

"..." Bai Yeqing "snapped" and turned off the lights, "Sleep!"

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The next day.

Still the same as yesterday, after Xia Xingchen got up, Bai Yeqing had already left. Xia Dabai slept deep in bed. Xia Xingchen went in to awaken him, washed him, and led him to the restaurant for breakfast.

"Today, your mother will help you go to school and ask the teacher to take a vacation and take you to see your grandmother, okay?" Xia Xingchen asked him.

"Grandma?" Xia Dabai looked confused, "I haven't seen it before!"

"Hmm. I haven't seen it. This time I'll take you to see you for the first time. It's mom's mom. Living in another city may take a few days."

Xia Dabai thinks that is to go out for a tour, just like playing, it is naturally happy. Little head nodded and asked: "Shall we take Xiaobai with me?"

"..." Xia Xingchen looked slightly heavier. He is busy getting married now, where else is he coming from? Not to mention accompany them to visit relatives.

With a bitter smile, he shook his head. "You can see that too. How busy is Xiaobai, how can there be time to accompany us so far away."

"Well, that's the same." Xia Dabai nodded his head. "Then I'll get to know my grandma first, and when Xiaobai is free, I'll take him to see the grandma."

Xia Xingchen just smiled slightly, trying to hide all kinds of complex and low emotions in his heart. She didn't want the child to know that his little white would marry another woman, at least, now he didn't want to see him sad. She didn't know how to say such cruel things to her children.

After having breakfast, Xia Xingchen went to school with the children. After taking a few days off with the teacher, he returned to work at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

She turned on the computer and worked. At more than 10 o'clock, the work at hand was slightly slowed down, and I was going to take a leave report. Just typed the word "leave" and her cell phone sounded at this moment.

On the screen was a string of completely strange numbers. Xia Xingchen didn't think much, so he took the phone and connected it. Fingers are still tapping on the keyboard.

"Hello, who is it?" She said first.

"Xia Xingchen, let's meet again."

The sound ...

Xia Xingchen froze for a moment, but after a moment of silence, he agreed, "Okay. You say the location."

"I will arrange for someone to pick you up and you will wait at the door."

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Where the other person meets is a haute couture studio. The studio is a shop for love, and every dress in it is valuable.

Pick up her car and stop at the door. Immediately, the waiter took a step forward and respectfully pulled the car door for her. "Ms. Xia, Ms. Song is waiting for you inside."

"Thank you."

Xia Xingchen politely bowed his head, handed the bag and his jacket off to someone else, and led them to walk inside.

In the extravagant extra-large dressing room, a wide range of dresses and wedding gowns is overwhelming. Xia Xingchen's gaze passed, and the holy white gauze was so beautiful, but it hurt her eyes dry. It seemed like sand had rubbed into her eyes, making her eyes unconsciously moist.

"The wedding dress here is very beautiful, isn't it?" A voice burst in, and Xia Xingchen suddenly drew back to God. With her fingers, she pinched her palms, and she adjusted her mood completely before raising her head.

On the face, there was an impeccable laugh, "Ms. Song came to me today, wouldn't she want me to help you choose your wedding dress?"

"You're right." Song Weiyi wore a very elegant dress and long hair shawl today. Compared to the past, today she is a bit sweeter. It can be seen that the mood is quite good. The so-called person is refreshed at every happy event.

Xia Xingchen's chest was stuffy, but her face was not revealed at all. Just a slight sarcasm, "Ms. Song is probably wrong, you and I are not yet familiar enough to choose a wedding dress for you."

"Ms. Xia has a good eye for men, but it is conceivable that other eyes will not be bad." Song's only words are meaningful, she chins to the side, and all the expensive Chinese clothes are hanging there, which makes people Can be dazzled. "Look at these dresses. These are the ones I will wear at the wedding four days later. And these are the ones my future husband Ye Qing will wear."

Song's only intentionally biting the words 'future husband' was very heavy, and he was clearly declaring sovereignty.

She raised her chin high and proudly favored Xia Xingchen, "How about, Xia Xingchen, do you think these are suitable for us?"

Xia Xingchen smiled slightly, as if she didn't understand her words at all. "It's like trying clothes and marriage, it's not suitable for me. I know the most in my heart. Miss Song asked me without confidence, presumably there was already in my heart The clear answer, isn't it? "

What really fits, where do I need to ask others for their opinions?

Song Yi's face changed with her words. The next instant, a smirk, arms clasped with both hands, "Yes. Whether it is clothing or marriage, I really have to try it myself to know, but unfortunately, you have no chance to like it again. These things belong to me, you I'm not even eligible to grab it! "

Song's only words were true.

Xia Xingchen raised her eyes and looked at her, "You come to me, I think, shouldn't you just want to tell me some of these? If so, then sorry, my time is precious."

Song only stared at her seriously, then glanced at the other staff members next to him, coldly instructed: "Go out! Bring the door! No one is allowed to come in without my orders!"

"Yes, Miss Song." At the beep, the crowds retreated.

Seeing this battle, Xia Xingchen began to wonder what Song Yi had to say to himself.