He’s As Dazzling As The Stars

He leaned back and ordered: "Translation!"

Xia Xingchen was stunned for a moment, looking at him with some unknown reason. translation? What to translate? No one is talking to him, are they?

Bai Yeqing used his jaw to compare the big screen in front of him. On that screen are the lyrics sung by the Y country star on the stage. Xia Xingchen understood and immediately translated it verbatim. Bai Yeqing only said, "What did you say?"

Inside the venue, the acoustics were very good, her voice was very light, and it was covered in fine pieces by the acoustics.

Xia Xingchen had to get close to his ear, and started translating from the beginning.

Bai Yeqing turned her eyes slightly, and she could see her serious and focused side face. Her eyes always fell on the big screen in front, her red lips moved slightly. Under the faintly dim light, her small face is even more white...

Being so close, I can smell the faint scent of her body.

Too familiar.

The familiarity made his chest suddenly ache, and the pain continued to spread to the apex of his heart. I really want to ask this woman why she suddenly didn't want him! How can I not compare to Yu Zenan? Why can she withdraw so resolutely and freely every time? Tossing and turning at night, it is difficult to fall asleep, is he the only one? !

That night, she said sensibly that they ‘may not necessarily have a future’. Was it because she really didn’t care at all?

Or……

In her thoughts, in fact... really never outlined the future that belonged to the two of them?

While he fantasized about holding hands with her into the Baiyu Palace to receive the blessings of the people, while he fantasized about taking her to see her parents, he and Yu Zenan...

"Okay, that's it for the whole story." She said the closing remark, her soft voice, making his thoughts come to an abrupt end.

After that, her gaze slowly pulled back from the curtain and fell towards him. His eyes staring at her didn't mean to withdraw at all, just as they were worthy of meeting her eyes.

The complex and profound sentiment in those eyes made Xia Xingchen's heart tighten, and there was a moment of throbbing in his heart.

Is it my own illusion? Always felt……

He looked at his gaze, it was a little desolate, some...pain...

"Mr. President?" Xia Xingchen was a little confused by his eyes. She squeezed her palms and calmed herself down before calling him quietly.

He seemed to come back to his senses, said nothing, and looked away. His eyes fell on the center of the stage, and returned to the original indifference and alienation.

Looking at him like this, Xia Xingchen couldn't help but feel a little bit at heart.

It looks like...

Just now, it was really my own illusion!

After that, Bai Yeqing seemed to have completely forgotten Xia Xingchen. Just put her aside, no matter who was talking to him, he couldn't use her as an interpreter. Xia Xingchen stood beside him holding paper and pen, feeling that it seemed completely unnecessary for him to be here tonight. I don't know why Cold Coffee even arranged for him to come over.

After the cultural exchange activities, as always, it was a dinner. Xia Xingchen still had to follow him when he was a match. He drank a lot of wine tonight. I even noticed the cold coffee waiting outside, and talked to her in the earphones, "Miss Xia, you have drunk too much, in case you lose your mind, please remind me a bit."

"Okay." Xia Xingchen replied, watching Bai Yeqing come again, and drank half of the wine toasted by an official. If this goes on, I really should get drunk.

Xia Xingchen was worried, and stepped forward, "Mr. President."

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

The chest swayed slightly. It seems to be back a while ago...

Xia Xingchen hurriedly withdrew his hand back as if he felt his gaze and realized that he was a little gaffe.

At that moment, Bai Yeqing's face sank, her thin lips lifted, and she asked, "What are you doing?"

"...You can't drink anymore, you'll get drunk again."

Bai Yeqing looked deeper, and stared at her, "Miss Xia is an interpreter, not my secretary. Do you still care about me?"

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

Xia Xingchen had to say: "...It's the cold coffee that made me remind you."

"..." Bai Yeqing took a heavy breath, and then looked at her eyes, it was a bit heavier, a bit cold, as if he was about to swallow her whole person. The wine glass also let him put it back on the tray of the passing WAITER.

She was stared at her body and was cold, and she could only lower her head.

So...this kind of thing, maybe it's much better to be reminded by Leng Coffee personally! As soon as she said, he was so unhappy.

……………………

Halfway through the reception, Bai Yeqing withdrew and left. Xia Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief, and was finally able to leave.

A group of people walked out of the venue. Xia Xingchen shivered with the cold, and wanted to hide inside. This kind of sky is getting colder and colder!

Bai Yeqing walked far in front, hearing her gasp because of the cold, but subconsciously took off the suit. Xia Xingchen lowered his head and warmed his hands, as he followed the people to the front, suddenly he weighed on his shoulders. A piece of warm clothing was thrown over, covering her eyes.

She froze for a moment. Even if he didn't pull the clothes off, he knew 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 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 stiff and 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 translator will come out with me and be frozen to death outside the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!" He said heavily.

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

It's really cold. It's not likely that a car can be called right here. Xia Xingchen didn't insist anymore, only nodded to Leng Chuang, and subconsciously stepped back to the car she was in when she came. However, just after taking a step, I heard someone's voice again, "Miss Xia, do you know what personal translation is?"

Xia Xingchen was puzzled and looked back at him.

He looked cold and pursed his lips, obviously he didn't mean to explain more. Leng Chua understood it naturally, and quickly opened the car door, making a ‘please’ gesture.

"Miss Xia, you take this car."

"... But, isn't all the work over?" A personal translator, it is true that you have to stay close to your body, but, isn't it all over now?

"Maybe...Should the lord of the consulate have to talk to you on the phone?" Leng Chua really admired his ability to bullshit.

Xia Xingchen had to sit in.

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