This person is definitely not the president, because the president is currently handling official duties in the office area.

This is the living area...will the person Jing Cheng took her to see?

Ning Xi was silently chanting the name in his heart, expectation, hope and anxiety were intertwined in his chest.

She suddenly thought of the story that Jing Cheng once told her. Aunt Yun lost her daughter and shouted Ranran's name when she dreamed at midnight.

"Master Jing, are you visiting Mrs. Yun again?"

The guards guarding the living area met Jing Cheng, smiled and searched her body, had a routine inspection, and confirmed that she was not carrying dangerous items on her body.

Jiang Huixin and Mrs. Yun were good friends when they were young, so Jing Cheng lived in Mrs. Yun’s house half of his childhood.

He has always regarded Aunt Yun as his family.

When Mrs. Yun was awake, she took good care of him.

Jing Cheng smiled: "Yes, I heard that Aunt Yun is not in good health recently."

The guard pointed to the sky: "The weather has changed, and the lady is starting to miss the old things again."

As he said that, the guard's eyes fell on Ning Xi, looking at her outfit, frowned in embarrassment: "Who is this?"

"The reporter I invited, don't you think she looks aggressive, right?"

Although Jing Cheng was smiling, the sharpness in his eyes was not to be ignored. The guards' backs chilled and they didn't dare to search again. They bent over and said, "How can I do it? I'm a professional disease. Of course, the people you brought with you are reliable. Go in."

...The presidential living area has five floors in total. Perhaps it has experienced the baptism of war. This presidential residence, even after renovation, has a heavy sense of time.

But the decoration and layout inside are very modern.

The first and second floors are all security personnel and ordinary staff, and the third floor starts with leisure, accommodation and entertainment areas.

There is also a very empty apron on the top floor, which is docked at helicopters at any time.

There were also several guards with real guns and bullets patrolling back and forth.

If there is an attack by foreign enemies, the president can choose to escape directly by helicopter or take the underground passage.

Ning Xi was thinking about something just now, so she didn't pay much attention to the surrounding environment. At this moment, she calmed down and looked around. There were guards everywhere, a few meters away, wearing a military green uniform and a thick gun wrapped around her chest.

After layers of security checks, Jing Cheng took Ning Xi and finally arrived outside a south-facing room on the fourth floor.

Jing Cheng was also carrying a bag in his hand, which was a gift for Aunt Yun.

All the guards outside this room were women. Ning Xi took advantage of the opportunity to take a look inside the house when the guards opened the door to report. The display inside was simple, but the balcony was filled with all kinds of flowers.

It is said that women who love flowers are very kind... But kind people cannot defeat the evil of bad people, and they have more experience in life.

"Mr. Jing, reporter Ning, it happened that when you came, my wife just woke up after lunch break. Please come with me."

The maid said softly to Jing Cheng and Ning Xi, and when she met Jing Cheng, she was a little shy, like a beautiful look of love.

Ning Xi looked at Jing Cheng secretly, but there was no reaction on his face. It seemed that he had long been used to girls looking at him with shy eyes.

As the two entered the hall, a shallow fragrance of natural flowers lingered in their breath, as if they were in nature.

Jing Cheng explained that this was because Aunt Yun was sick and it was not convenient to go out. The President was worried that she would be bored and deliberately asked someone to arrange a large number of green plants and flowers in the room.

There was a large light pink veil in the room hanging from the ceiling, dividing the room into two sides.

Through the veil, you can vaguely see a woman opposite wearing a robe... Soon, the figure of the woman is getting closer and closer through the veil.

A maid reached out and lifted the veil. The woman walked out from behind the curtain. She tied her long hair and was tall. She wore a thin veil, covering most of her face, but she could vaguely see the light lip color.

Even if you can't see her appearance clearly, you can still tell that she is very beautiful.

"Aunt Yun."

Jing Cheng gave the gift to Mrs. Yun and walked around intimately behind Mrs. Yun: "You are still so beautiful after so long."

Mrs. Yun had gentle eyebrows and looked up at him: "When did you learn to be slick?"

"I'm telling the truth. In my heart, you are as beautiful as your mother."

Jing Cheng's eyes were sincere, and he took the gift out of the bag. It was a jade Buddha statue that had been lit.

Aunt Yun started worshiping Buddha more than 20 years ago, which is undoubtedly her favorite.

Ning Xi stared at Mrs. Yun who was chatting with Jingcheng. She couldn't hear what they were saying. She just felt her heartbeat was accelerating and her throat seemed to be blocking a piece of cotton, which made her unable to speak even if she wanted to speak.

Mrs. Yun... Ranran, Mu Zhinuan?

There is a daughter who has been missing for more than 20 years. Her husband and mother leave her with the man in the painting.

Something slowly fermented in the chest, Ning Xi felt the sky spinning, resisting the loss and impulse, and allowing Jing Cheng to introduce her to Mrs. Yun: "Aunt Yun, this is my friend Ning Xi, Ning Xi, say hello to Aunt Yun?"

Mrs. Yun looked up at Ningxi with Jing Cheng's gaze, and a stunning flashed in her eyes.

Few people can still look so beautiful when they are pregnant... their eyes swept over the work permit hanging on her chest, and it turned out to be a reporter.

However, this girl looks a bit similar to her, so did Jing Cheng specially invite her to interview her?

Looking at Mrs. Yun looking at herself seriously, she did not express any expression. Ning Xi could not hide her disappointment. On the way she came, she had fantasized about countless scenes of her meeting with Mrs. Yun, but she didn't expect it would be so calm... "Ning Xi, call someone."

When Jing Cheng saw her in a daze, he reminded softly.

Ning Xi came back to her senses and quickly sorted out her thoughts, not knowing how to squeeze out those words: "Hello, Mrs. Yun, I am Ning Xi, a reporter from the First Daily. I have heard about your love and Mr. President for a long time. Today I finally have the opportunity to interview you, lucky to be."

Ning Xi stretched out his hand to Mrs. Yun, and the maid on the side frowned and reminded: "Our wife never shakes hands with outsiders."

“That’s how it goes?

It was me who was abrupt."

Ning Xi felt even more disappointed and slowly took his hand back.

Just as it was about to hang down, suddenly, the back of her hand was covered with a layer of warmth, and Mrs. Yun held her hand with a smile.

She glanced lightly and saw that the girl's back of her hands had fair skin and her fingertips were very beautiful. Unlike those girls who like to compete for beauty now, she did not apply any nail polish, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

"Hello, I'm very happy to accept your interview. Jingcheng told me that you are a very delicate reporter."

The desperate heart seemed to find comfort. Ning Xi raised his smile and took out a recording pen like a look: "It's all Jing Chengmiops. Can you tell me more about your story with the President?"

"Of course, please sit down."
Chapter completed!