Chapter 259: Good... a little closer (4)
The father and son were deadlocked for a while.
Father Yan said in a deep voice: "You must find time to meet. You arrange it. Cultivate and cultivate feelings with girls."
A trace of contempt flashed across Yan Sheng's cold eyes.
Another political marriage.
His eyelashes drooped and his voice was indifferent: "Sorry, the president's time is limited. If you want to see me, please make an appointment with that lady."
Yan Sheng raised his eyes.
The light in the amber eyes is unclear.
He glanced coldly at the angry father Yan.
Raise your hand.
He casually tugged at his tie.
He took off his suit jacket, revealing the snow-white shirt underneath.
Yan Sheng casually carried his coat in his hand, and went upstairs without saying a word.
27-year-old Yan Sheng.
The youngest president of country Z.
Act decisively and wisely.
It's a political myth.
The current president is not only talented, but also looks far beyond the stars of the entertainment industry.
In the past, everyone watched TV shows.
Now, they are watching the news on time and on time beside the TV series.
Just waiting to see the camera of the President.
Even if it's only a few seconds, it can make people excited for a long time.
Since Yan Sheng was elected president.
The daily news broadcast actually became the best-rated program.
Almost all kinds of entertainment topics revolve around this young president.
Yan Sheng's strength is recognized by Yan's father.
but.
In this circle, marriage can always stand more stable.
Besides, he also inquired.
The Feng family's child is a perfect match for Yan Sheng in terms of appearance and cultivation.
Although she is a little younger, she is not yet of marriageable age.
But not in a hurry.
Emotions can be cultivated first.
It is not too late to get married until the legal age for marriage.
It's just the kid Yan Sheng...
Father Yan sighed.
Over the years, he has become more and more indifferent to him.
Or... can't let go of the past.
Father Yan sat in the living room for a while.
He took out his phone and made another call.
We still have to meet.
If we meet, I don't like it.
If you can't become a husband and wife, you can also be recognized as a sister.
…
the next day.
Fengqian went downstairs to have breakfast.
The housekeeper said intimately: "Miss, your admission procedures have been completed, and you can enter the school today."
"Also." The butler continued after a pause for a few seconds: "Tonight, Tisha's restaurant, you have an appointment."
Feng Qian frowned.
"Dating?"
The housekeeper nodded: "Yes, miss."
He explained: "You are meeting with Mr. President."
Feng Qian blinked.
Suddenly I thought of the Weibo headlines I brushed in the party room that day.
Is that the president whose wife has a lot of fans?
Well, why have an appointment with her?
Feng Qian lowered his eyes and drank the porridge.
Not hard to guess.
Probably a political marriage.
after all.
The original owner's father was a former president.
Whether in the political circles or in the hearts of the people, they occupy a lofty position.
Becoming in-laws with the former president.
Obviously, it was a better choice.
Feng Qian didn't take it to heart.
The other party is the president, and this date is not easy to push.
When that happens, just deal with it.
After breakfast, Feng Qian got in the car and went to school.
Girl is bored and swipes her phone in the car.
After a pause, he searched for the word "President".
The interface on the mobile phone immediately popped up tens of thousands of search results.
The President's private information cannot be exposed.
The content found is also very brief.
Just an introduction to that man's glorious deeds.
Feng Qian looked at the man's name silently.
Yan Sheng.
The girl continued to swipe the screen, and below some interview videos or news programs of the president's appearance.
Feng Qian paused with his fingertips and tapped in again.