The President's Forced Love【End】

As soon as I got off the plane, Xi Haitang felt a refreshing breath rushing towards her face, and suddenly remembered the poem praising Copenhagen written by Mr. Guo Moruo after traveling all over the Nordic countries—the sunny day in May, the words on Shiro Island Niu Geng; cherry blossoms spit out pear blossoms, and spring water sprays out to the sea level.The mermaid by the bay is like a dream, and the sculptures in the museum are lifelike; the Nordic scenery can be seen all over the world, and the people's sentiments are most beautiful in Danjing.

There are only a few words in the poem, but it expresses the lifelike and moving style of Copenhagen, where the sun is bright, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and the mermaid statue is meditating quietly by the sea.

But now, it is July, affected by the temperate marine climate, it is still cool here, with a temperature of [-] to [-] degrees, fresh and pleasant.

The taxi to the hotel where she was staying was moving forward smoothly. Xi Haitang looked out through the window sideways, looking at the ancient castles and palaces, villages and manors full of fairy-tale temperament, from the old palace with ancient history to the continuation of the royal legend. In the Amalienborg Palace, Xi Haitang finally understood why this is the hometown of fairy tales and why Hans Christian Andersen's stories originated here and have a long history.

When he thinks of fairy tales, he naturally thinks of Yunhen, that resolute little face really makes him miss it!

The Danes love nature, and the tourist poster "Mother Duck" designed by the Danish painter Vig Wegnerb shows a policeman blocking all traffic to allow a mother duck to lead her ducklings across the road.

Looking at the picture full of childishness, the corners of Xi Haitang's lips slightly raised, she took out her mobile phone and dialed Yunchen's number, but unexpectedly, she couldn't get through.

The smile on her lips froze all of a sudden, and Xi Haitang was a little dazed. She and Yunhen had made an agreement to talk on the phone after arriving safely, but why couldn't they get through? !

Xiao Muyuan saw that her expression was different, and couldn't help feeling a little worried, "What's wrong?"

"Yunhen's phone can't be reached..." It may be that he has experienced too many bad things, and Xi Haitang unconsciously thinks of the bad.

"Maybe it's a line problem, Haitang, don't worry, try again later..." Before he could finish speaking, his cell phone rang.

Xiao Muyuan looked down, slightly startled, "Haitang, it's Yunhen calling!"

"Listen!"

Xiao Muyuan pressed the answer button, only to hear Yunhen's pleasant voice from the other end, as usual, "UNCLE, are you here yet?"

"It's here...it's here..." Xiao Muyuan let out a long sigh of relief, and gave Xi Haitang a reassuring look.

"UNCLE, I called you before I called my mommy, do you know why?"

"why?"

"Because I want to tell UNCLE one more time, you must take good care of my mommy, and you must be meticulous, so that you are qualified to be my uncle and Xiaochen!"

"Uncle?!" Xiao Muyuan frowned.

"That's right, didn't UNCLE say to treat my mommy as a younger sister, then of course you are an uncle."

Xiao Muyuan laughed lightly, really couldn't take it anymore, this kid's obsession is amazing, after all, he still doesn't trust him.

"Yunhen... You say that UNCLE is under a lot of pressure!" Xiao Muyuan's clear eyes showed a faint smile. When a man makes a promise, there is no room for turning back, not to mention that the promise is still made to a child. , and this child reminded him all the time that he is really a gentleman who promises a lot of money!

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When they arrived at the pre-booked hotel, the service staff led them to the fourth floor. There were two adjacent rooms, one with house number 403 and the other with 405.

"Haitang, which room do you live in?"

"Anything is fine, you choose first."

"Lady first!"

Xi Haitang smiled slightly, and chose the one on the left, "I'll live in 403."

"Ah."

After putting away her luggage, Xi Haitang didn't intend to rest there, "Senior, wait a minute, do you have a date?"

"Yes, two designers from Canada have made an appointment with me in advance. Haitang, would you like to come with me?"

"No senior, I want to go out for a stroll. I promised the children to buy fairy tale books. I guess I don't have much time tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, so I'll take advantage of the time now."

"Alright, but you have to be careful alone."

"I see. The hotel we live in is opposite the pedestrian street, and I won't go far."

"Okay then, let's go downstairs together."

"it is good."

The two went downstairs together, went to the counter to register for going out, and parted ways.

And they had only left the hotel for 5 minutes when a slender figure entered the hotel.

Gu Xijue arrived at the counter and spoke fluent English, "I'm sorry, I'm a guest who stayed in Room 403 before. I left the lighter I carried with me when I checked out yesterday afternoon. Can you help me find it?"

"Okay, let me check the records first to see if the person who cleaned the room picked it up. If so, we should have a record here." The waiter at the counter said politely.

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

3 minute later.

"Sorry sir, there is no record of your lighter."

"Uh... I remember that I put it by the window of the balcony. Could it be that the people who cleaned it didn't see it?"

"This... is also possible, but now there are new guests in room 403, and they just went out. Our hotel can't just open the door of the room during this period."

Gu Xijue nodded to express his understanding, but the lighter was very important to him, he didn't think it was a thing before, but he wanted to cherish it when he came to a foreign land.

"Miss, can you please call the new guest, if you get the other party's consent, it should be fine?"

"Then please wait a moment, sir, and I will ask."

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Xi Haitang is walking on Stroyai Street, which is the first pedestrian street in the world. The ancient and vicissitudes of life have both modern urban flavor and antique characteristics.

Suddenly, the phone rang...

Among thousands of people, I am so lucky to have met you.