"What message did the president send you, and you are so excited?" His tone took a 180-degree turn, and it was much softer, "If he really likes you, then your good luck has come." ”

Song Ke'er replied triumphantly, "That's nature, my luck is generally not bad." See? Mr. President said, "Treat me to dinner tomorrow." ”

She sent an excited expression.

"Oh? Would you please have dinner tomorrow? Jin Zexuan smiled slightly, "Song Ke'er, how do you know that it was Mr. President's message to you?" So sure? ”

"I know anyway."

Jin Zexuan got up, strode over and snatched the phone from her hand, picked it up and took a look.

Displayed above is a message from an unfamiliar phone number, only the address and date and time of one restaurant, and nothing else.

"Look! Tomorrow, I'm going to have dinner with the president of country R. ”

"And then?"

"And then?" Song Keer was puzzled.

Jin Zexuan smiled maliciously, "I'm for your good, Song Ke'er, you must climb into his bed as soon as possible." Man! As long as you keep him happy in bed, he'll keep you happy under bed. ”

After saying that, he first sneered, and then began to laugh again.

"I'm waiting for your good news, huh! Miss Loe"

He changed his name and left Song Ke'er's room proudly.

Once this woman gets the president's affection, he, the one who controls the secrets of her life, will really call for wind and rain.

"Bang"

The door to the room was closed.

Song Ke'er's expression suddenly froze, and her smile froze at the corner of her mouth.

It is impossible for her to be unclear about Jin Zexuan's thoughts, and the taste of being restrained by others is not pleasant.

Her identity is really a question.

Taking the phone, she opened the message again, looked at it, and the smile appeared on the corner of her lips again.

The motorcade returned to the presidential palace.

At night, the white building complex looks even more majestic and solemn.

Qing Cang hurriedly got out of the car and walked to the bulletproof car in front of him and opened the door for Jin Zeming.

Jin Zeming got out of the car, and Qing Cang was stunned.

Because his coat was missing, he was wearing only a white shirt.

"Dispose of it!"

Jin Zeming coldly threw down three words and strode into the presidential palace.

Qing Cang looked stunned, and bent down to take out Jin Zeming's dark blazer from his seat.

Although I don't know why, I probably guessed that it might be Fang Yunyun or Song Ke'er who touched his clothes.

This cleanliness

He can only admire deeply.

"Your Excellency the President"

At the door of the office, Gray hurriedly greeted her.

Jin Zeming stood still, waiting for her to speak.

"Your Excellency, Dr. Quake has been waiting for you for an hour." Grey said.

"Oh? Is there something wrong? ”

"He said he came for Miss Bai's business."

"Ask him to come in." As soon as he heard that it was for Bai Weiwei, Jin Zeming immediately agreed to meet.

As soon as he sat down at his desk, Quake, a doctor at the presidential palace with a worried face, walked in.

"Your Excellency."

"You may be seated! Dr. Quake. ”

Quake sat down, looked at Jin Zeming and said slowly, "I'm here for Miss Bai's business." ”

"Say!"

"Your Excellency President, in fact, Miss Bai knows her own body and condition."

"What did you say?" Jin Zeming frowned slightly.

He hid this question from Luo Xingchen, but he didn't want her to worry.