Good Morning, Mr. President!

Xia Dabai raised his head and looked at them with a smile, praising: "Xiao Bai, heroes save beauty, it's cool ~"

Bai Yeqing glanced at Xia Xingchen, who deliberately staggered his eyes, and his eyes were too secretive. But he didn't say anything. He just led the child and walked in, "Go away."

Xia Xingchen stood there and looked at the back of the father and son walking in front of him.

Dabai is a very cute child. The return rate is already 100%. With Bai Yeqing—he is walking with his legs tall, and the two of them are together, the return rate has skyrocketed to 300%.

Xia Xingchen looked in the eyes, a little pride in her heart, raised her lips and smiled, and took a small basket at the door to quickly follow.

Obviously Bai Yeqing has never visited a supermarket, and he is quite uncomfortable with the noisy sounds and various mixed flavors.

A few people like Leng Brown were close to the enemy, and followed closely. They were a few suits and leather shoes, they were wearing Bluetooth headsets, and they were cautiously mixed in the crowd. They were really out of place.

"How long will it take?" Bai Xingqing couldn't help asking when Xia Xingchen paused to pick up the laundry detergent.

"Just came in, my snack hasn't been bought yet." Before she returned, Xia Dabai had already spoken first. He has long coveted the small snacks in the supermarket, and now of course he must remind that Dabao cannot be forgotten.

Xia Xingchen squatted on the ground, looked up, and saw his discomfort, and only said, "We just strolled to the living quarters, and we will go to other places in a while. It will take a while to stroll down. If you are not used to, just Go back first.

In the end, Bai Yeqing's face sank again. It's a man's nature not to love shopping. Looking at the entire supermarket, how many of them are happy to accompany his wife and children to the supermarket? But even if he didn't get used to it, he didn't really leave.

Xia Xingchen took a few laundry detergents and compared them carefully. He randomly took one of them and threw it into a small basket.

"Just buy this. Don't fret."

"No." Xia Xingchen put the bottle he took back in place and chose another one into the basket.

"You women are in trouble." Bai Yeqing didn't understand them. Obviously it's all laundry detergent. What's different is it worth her researching here for a long time?

"Yes, you don't understand." Xia Xingchen explained: "This kind of laundry detergent is softer and suitable for washing children's clothes. Dabai's skin is relatively delicate, and I'm afraid that the detergent will hurt him.

When she mentioned the child, her expression was particularly soft. He lowered his head and put the bottle up to the child's nose so that he smelled the taste of the laundry detergent.

Bai Yeqing glanced over and could see her gentle smile. The bright light from the supermarket came over, making her look softer. His eyes were deeper, his heart suddenly scratched like something, itching.

By the time she stood up and put the laundry detergent back into the basket, his vision had shifted. Reaching out, it was only natural to carry the basket to his own hand.

Xia Xingchen didn't shirk, and he looked a little surprised to see him holding the basket.

I just find it difficult to imagine this pair. He is not as pointing as he is on TV on a weekdays, nor is he always standing high above the Presidential Palace. This way, he has a feeling of being at home, integrated into the common things that are disturbing and busy. It's very abrupt.

"What are you looking at?" Bai Yeqing asked softly.

Xia Xingchen froze for a moment. His sight was clearly on the rows of shelves, how could he know that he was staring at him?

"Look at you. A president actually came to the supermarket with us."

"This is called investigating people's livelihood." He corrected her.

"Yes, investigate people's livelihood." Xia Xingchen followed his words and nodded.

The group of three people went to buy slippers after shopping for daily necessities. Xia Dabai sat in a small chair, and Xia Xingchen picked a pair of cartoon squatting gods to help him try.

"Walk around and see that the fit doesn't fit." Xia Xingchen ordered his son.

"Fit to the feet." Xia Dabaidianerdianer walked, very happy. He walked in front of him and raised his head, "Little white, do you look good?"

Bai Yeqing's gaze fell on the side selling clothes at the moment. There is a young little couple picking clothes next to it. The wife took a simple T-shirt and drew a gesture on her husband, saying that he was choosing a gift for him.

The child asked, and he did not answer. Seeing that he could see God, Xia Xingchen also tilted her head and looked curiously. Unexpectedly, he suddenly turned his face and looked at her coolly, "What about my gift?"

"Huh?" She asked blankly, she was a little shy.

"Birthday gift!" Now that he was talking about his birthday, his voice was still unpleasant.

Xia Xingchen understood it, but did not expect that he was still thinking about it.

"No."

She returned so crisply, Bai Yeqing stared at her coolly and walked forward.

Xia Dabai rushed to Xia Xingchen, "Look, I said Xiaobai must be angry."

Xia Xingchen led the child to follow him, and quietly looked at Bai Yeqing's expression, and said, "You have so many presents, and I think that there will be no shortage of my presents. Besides, the things you can use are very expensive, I can not afford."

He sneered: "Really? The Foreign Ministry has lost your salary?" Besides, who wants her to buy expensive things?

"..." Xia Xingchen was dumbfounded and saw that his expression was not alleviated, only to say: "I was going to buy a gift for you, and I went to pick a shirt."

Bai Yeqing was really willing to take a look at her, "What about something?"

"..." Xia Xingchen pursed her lips without saying a word.

Bai Yeqing stared at her and repeated, "What about something?"

"... I'll buy one for you tomorrow." Xia Xingchen was very suspicious that if he said that shirt had been sent to Xu Yan, he would lose his temper on the spot.

"I just need to pick a shirt for me!" Bai Yeqing said a word, looking at the guilty conscience on her face and refused to let go.

"Dabao, you take out your clothes and give them to Xiaobai when you go back. Xiaobai must be very happy." Xia Dabai didn't know what was happening and shook Xia Xingchen's hand with a smile.

She has a headache. I really don't want to say it, but Bai Yeqing's eyes forced her, as if today she didn't tell the truth and let her go.

She thought for a while, and it was nothing to give to Xu Yan. Anyway, he was his own life-saving benefactor, and a shirt was a gift.

She said, "That shirt was given to Xu Yan."

"..." Bai Yeqing's eyebrows fluttered, and Mei Yujian added a colder look. Xia Xingchen was numb by his scalp. Dabai was innocent, "Is the uncle's birthday too? Dabao, you gave the clothes to Xiaobai to your uncle. What's Xiaobai's birthday for?"

Xia Xingchen originally planned to send only one phrase, "Happy Birthday". Before he said that, Bai Yeqing had gone forward alone, and his back was more indifferent than just now.