This time, the man's face was completely exposed to the air.

Xia Yang, who followed behind, stopped in place instantly after seeing the man's face clearly.

Mr President?

There was shock in his eyes.

The youngest president of country Z.

No one does not admire his abilities.

Even he himself admired each other very much.

But……

Will Mr. President... come to their school?

Xia Yang was stunned, Yan Sheng walked slowly to Feng Qian.

He looked down at the girl.

He slowly raised his slender, white fingers and gently placed them on the girl's shoulders.

Slowly, she took off the backpack the girl was carrying on her shoulders and carried it with one hand.

The other hand, like a habit, rubbed the girl's head.

After doing this, Yan Sheng turned his attention to Xia Yang on the other side.

He asked casually, "Qianqian, who is this?"

The tone was calm, mixed with a bit of indifference.

Feng Qian explained.

Yan Sheng raised her eyes to look at Xia Yang, her thin lips parted lightly: "A classmate Lao Xia has sent Qian Qian to my house."

Xia Yang stared at the other party's amber eyes a little stunned.

He replied, "Mr. President, you're very polite. Qianqian is my classmate, and it's natural to give it away."

I don't know if he said something wrong, Xia Yang somehow felt that the other party's eyes were a little colder.

The aura on his body was extremely oppressive.

Yan Sheng glanced at Xia Yang again, then took the girl's little hand and walked towards the car.

Xia Yang looked at the backs of the two.

He remembered what Feng Qian said...

It was her brother who was coming to pick her up.

But……

Is the Feng Alumni Association a member of Yan's family?

There is no news that the Yan family has such a daughter.

He never imagined that the person who came to pick up Feng Qian was actually this distinguished and unparalleled Mr. President.

In addition to being shocked, Xia Yang was also somewhat puzzled.

He always felt that Mr. President seemed to be somewhat hostile to him.

Whether it's the tone of voice or the look.

Although they are all perfect, people can't fault them, but they will make him feel hostile.

Yan Sheng led Feng Qian.

Walking to the door of the car, the girl climbed up obediently and sat in the innermost place.

Yan Sheng also sat in immediately.

Keep the girl's bag handy.

Yan Sheng leaned over and fastened the girl's seat belt first.

Then, take it easy and fasten yourself.

He leaned on his back.

It is still an elegant and sloppy posture with long legs overlapping.

A moment of silence.

"My dear, what do you want for lunch?"

Yan Sheng spoke lightly, and her amber eyes looked sideways at the girl beside her.

Feng Qian was taken aback by the name.

Well.

The fragments of His Highness said that he was good.

Obviously the fragments are the good ones.

Your Highness.

Seeing the girl's dazed look, Yan Sheng couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you thinking, little girl."

Feng Qian blinked his eyes and stared at the debris beside him.

this plane.

Fragments are very different.

Not so nice...

Feng Qian looked back and started thinking about what to eat.

After thinking about it for a long time, the girl turned her head and suggested, "The restaurant last time was okay."

"Tisha's restaurant?"

Yan Sheng looked at the girl.

I saw the other party nod a little head.

"it is good."

The car adjusted its route and drove in the direction of Tisha's restaurant.

Yan Sheng took out his mobile phone, fiddled with the screen with his slender fingertips, flipped through the address book and made a call.

"The one-thirty meeting is postponed by an hour."

Yan Sheng was quiet.

The tone of the announcement is irresistible.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Sheng found that the little girl beside him had been looking at him.

half an hour.

The girl asked slowly: "Yes...Is it wasting your time?"