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Some people think that the president did it himself, and sometimes if he doesn't cherish it, he will really lose a good woman.

They thought that after so long, when the press conference went out, the girl must have seen it, but she didn't come back when she saw it, and there was no information.

That means that the woman will not forgive the president.

Xirong Ziye naturally heard a lot of folk discussions, he just smiled faintly at this, he actually just hid the pain in the depths of his heart, feeling the pain inch by inch, and seemed to be able to understand Bai Yaoyao's mood.

He actually knew that what the citizens said was good, Bai Yaoyao may have seen the news, but she still didn't have any news at all, which explained everything.

Even though he knew in his heart that she might not forgive him, he still longed for that hope.

He even felt now that even if he met Bai Yaoyao, he really missed her too much.

He hadn't seen her for a long, long time, and now he didn't even have a photo of Bai Yaoyao in his hand, even if he missed her, he couldn't see her, he couldn't see it.

Just sketching her shadow in his mind, even after so long, he will find that Bai Yaoyao's figure is still so clear in his mind.

It hurt him clearly, and sometimes he felt that his heart hurt not his own.

For him, the only precious thing was the sweater, Bai Yaoyao's unfinished knitting sweater.

For him, it was the most precious thing, and he had always kept it well, because it was also the only thing Bai Yaoyao left him.

To everyone, the president is becoming more and more withdrawn and silent, and he rarely speaks except on matters of state.

The people around him also felt that the president had changed, and the whole person's back had become bleak and gloomy.

Perhaps no one could comfort him, and only the woman he was looking for could warm his heart.

Seeing that the footsteps of the New Year are getting closer and closer, Xirong Ziye can't lift his spirits, thousands of lights, prosperous places, so lively.

But he was in the midst of the excitement, and all he felt was loneliness and loneliness.

The malls, the streets, the brilliant lights, the festive music, and the red decoration of the decorations can't lift the spirit at all.

Without that person, no matter how lively it is, it is nothingness.

"Your Excellency, it's time for you to eat."

Every time Xirong Ziye sees a meal, he always thinks of Bai Yaoyao washing his hands and making soup for him, and when he thinks of the food she cooks, his heart throbs.

Looking at these meals again, Xirong Ziye can't raise his appetite.

Xirong Ziye just said lightly: "Let it go"

"Your Excellency President, the doctor has explained, you must eat on time and take care of your body, your stomach can no longer withstand the toss."

Although they, the maids of the White Courtyard, knew that the president had not been very good to the white girl, and the white girl was also heartbroken, but seeing His Excellency the President like this, they couldn't help but worry, and felt sorry for His Excellency the President, and hoped that the white girl could come back.

Xirong Ziye is really not in the mood to eat, sometimes he reluctantly eats a little by himself.

"Your Excellency the President, take care of your health, the white girl is back, so you can be together."

Sure enough, at the mention of Bai Yaoyao, Xirong Ziye's expression was a little moved, yes, he must ensure that he is in good health, so that he can take good care of her when Yaoyao comes back.

He has so many things he wants to do for her, he wants to cook for her, he wants to accompany her, he wants to make her happy.

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