He’s As Dazzling As The Stars

A group of three people walked out, and they heard lively noises as soon as they got out of the hospital door.

"Mr. President, 15 days later, it will be your engagement banquet with Miss Song. Will this marriage between the two have any impact on the political situation?"

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

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

...

On the steps of the hospital, the media was confounded. Everyone's problems were thrown out, one by one, one by one.

Xia Xingchen listened in his ears, did not look up, but walked out quickly with his luggage. However, the road ahead was blocked by reporters and various super large instruments. The driver had already come up to push away the crowd for the old lady and Xia Guopeng. She was carrying something in her hand, and her body was much slender compared to those men. It was very difficult for her to get out of the crowd.

After barely walking a few steps, the reporters suddenly swarmed up again. Seeing this, she hurried back, knocked her back to the steps, and one of her feet was unstable. Her body had fallen, and she fell heavily on the steps. Seeing the crowd about to step on, 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 recovered yet, she could not even open her eyes at all when she heard the countless continuous sounds of "Kacha" and "Kacha". She blocked the light with her hand and looked sideways, only to realize that it was Bai Yeqing who was holding her. Two people, their eyes met, and the intense light dazzled her. 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 gaze in a daze. The whole person was as if his soul had been taken away, and he couldn't recover for a long time. Until, the reporter's question came again.

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

"Excuse me, what is your relationship?"

"You look very close, is it old acquaintance?"

...

At this time, all the questions were concentrated on Xia Xingchen. She admired the keen sense of the media. It was just such an accident that they could actually say the words "old knowledge" and "intimacy".

Recovered, first smiled at him, polite and alienated, "Thank you, Mr. President."

It is definitely the attitude of ordinary people towards the president.

The hand calmly pulled out from his palm. He didn't speak, his face was tight, his thin lips pressed into one word. Only coolly watched her retreat from his side to a safe distance. His eyes darkened a bit.

The microphone and camera went directly in front of Xia Xingchen. The smile on her face was just right, "I am the family member of this patient. It is an honor to see Mr. President this time. My father was able to recover thanks to Mr. President."

It turned out that it was just family members.

Everyone is a little discouraged. I thought I could get a good gossip.

Bai Yeqing's face became darker and he didn't say anything. He just glanced back at Xia Xingchen and then at Leng Chuang.

Xia Xingchen felt a little drumming in his heart, did not stay much, and came out of the crowd. Leng Chuang received Mr. President's eyes, and carried Xia Xingchen's luggage from the side to protect her and let her leave easily.

As soon as she left, the media's attention naturally fell on him again. He seemed to be in a bad mood, much worse than just before, facing the media, he didn't say a word, but walked down the steps with a cold face. Xia Xingchen didn't look back anymore, and went to the bottom of the steps, and said with Lengchao: "Thank you, give me the luggage."

"You get in the car and I will carry the luggage to you."

"Don't." Xia Xingchen insisted on taking the luggage in his hand, "I know that you are his secretary and adjutant. Those media are very catchy, and I don't want to trouble him. You go back to him."

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

Xia Xingchen's eyelashes trembled slightly. After a while, he raised his head and pulled his lips. "I have never had a chance to say congratulations to him. If I have a chance, please help me convey it."

Leng Jiao, "Such words, I think Miss Xia will be more sincere if she conveys it in person."

He dare to say this, he will be killed by a look in his eyes, right?

"Not much, my grandma and my dad are still waiting for me." Xia Xingchen turned around and glanced at the car parked on the side of the road, "I'll pass first."

"Okay. Congratulations to Mr. Xia for getting through this difficult time safely."

"I thank you for my dad."

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Leng Chai watched Xia Xingchen leave before returning to the crowd. I separated the reporter and escorted Mr. President back into the car.

Bai Yeqing got into the car and let Leng Chuang sit in the car. Two people, sitting face to face, Bai Yeqing's expression still calm, were looking at the Internet mail for a while before they seemed to say casually, "What are you talking about?"

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

Bai Yeqing frowned, seeming to be quite dissatisfied with his slow response. The cold coffee shook, and it suddenly became clear, "So you asked me what I just talked with Miss Xia!"

Bai Yeqing didn't admit or deny, he just drew up and sat up straight. His eyes are still lingering on the mail. Like the answer, he didn't really care. However, if he really cares or not, only he knows it best in his heart.

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

He glanced at it and lifted his eyelids gracefully. There was a layer of cold sweat on the cold brown forehead, "Do you really want to listen?"

"Say."

"Cough cough!" Leng Chua cleared his throat, and then sat down and said: "Miss Xia said let me send you a'congratulations' for her."

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

Leng Chua was playing drums in his heart, and knew that this was not a good job. He numb, mustered the courage, and slowly said again: "Miss Xia said...Congratulations on your engagement to Miss Song."

His words fell, with a "pop-", the iPad was thrown aside heavily and hit the car wall with a muffled noise. Someone's face suddenly became as gloomy as Hei Tan. The air pressure in the carriage is so low that it can't be lower.

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[Regarding questions from reporters, please do not automatically bring into our country's media and the state of one-party governance, please bring into the British and American media that are not afraid of death. 】

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