I'm a Transmigrated Woman Who Is the CEO's Arranged Bride

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Xia Xiao remained calm in the face of Ouyang's question.

For her, it was like the second shoe had finally dropped.

She was prepared.

She was previously criticized by netizens for being a mistress, and she felt very wronged. She was genuinely wronged; she really didn't mean it and had mistaken the person for someone else.

What gives you the right to make malicious assumptions about her?

But she was already with Brother Ouyang, so this explanation would only make things worse, and she could only silently bear the injustice.

Xia Xiao always felt that she was innocent, that she was always wronged, and that her resources were taken away from her. She felt so wronged.

The thought that Ouyang Si might still be with Shen Yue at this moment filled her with resentment and hatred.

Her voice also carried a sob, soft and sweet, with a slight hoarseness.

"Brother Ouyang, when I met my senior back then, it was just fate sending me a preview image. I liked that style. But when I met you, I realized you were my destiny. And back then, I didn't understand what love was. My senior always took special care of me. When I was bullied, he always helped me. I thought that was love. But when I met you, I realized that wasn't it. My senior looks a bit like you, but you're a hundred times more handsome and a thousand times more outstanding. You're the best in my heart. And you're so outstanding that it makes me feel very insecure. Brother Ouyang, did you go to see Sister Shen Yue?"

Xia Xiao was earnestly defending herself.

But Ouyang Si didn't listen carefully.

Because he saw Shen Yue, Duan Zhiheng, and Xia Xiao coming out of the car together. It seemed they were going to take a bus and had plans to visit the night market that evening.

They said something, and Shen Yue burst into laughter. She seemed genuinely happy, much more cheerful and cheerful than when she was with him in the past.

Her laughter was infectious, and everyone around her laughed too.

"Brother Ouyang, are you even listening to me?"

Xia Xiao explained on the other end of the phone, and cried, but Ouyang Si didn't respond for a long time, which made her a little flustered.

"Okay." Ouyang Si responded, his gaze fixed on the outside of the car. Shen Yue naturally took the clothes from Deputy Director Xiao's hand.

Although Deputy Director Xiao was not standing very close to Shen Yue, but rather at the back, he was always the first to reach out and hand her whatever she wanted.

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Duan Zhiheng needs to weigh things up himself, but what is a deputy director of the station?

Xia Xiao's repeated explanation reached his ears: "Senior is very thoughtful and always takes care of people. Maybe he's like that with everyone, but I'm still young and don't understand. I thought he liked me..."

"Stop talking, I believe you."

"I'm already on my way back in the car. Don't overthink it. I'm going to get some sleep. I haven't slept for a day and a night. You sleep with the baby tonight. I won't get home until late at night."

I hung up the phone.

Xia Xiao wasn't sure if Brother Ouyang believed her or if he had passed the test.

You should believe it now; Brother Ouyang has always been very good to her.

Xia Xiao was on the phone and didn't notice her son sitting next to her. Her son was always very quiet, and she often overlooked him.

In the evening, the Aerospace Administration organized a night market tour, which took them to a very lively and bustling street. The street was filled with colorful and dazzling ethnic minority ornaments and clothing, and Shen Yue really liked these useless little things.

She dragged Dr. Zhao shopping with her, and they bought quite a lot, intending to bring them back to the station as gifts for their colleagues.

The director in charge told them to stroll around for a while, saying that snacks had been arranged for them and that they shouldn't rush to buy them themselves.

The main concern is that if our VIP guests get sick from the food, it will be all over.

Some are unclean, and others may have different tastes or eating habits, which can easily cause stomach upset.

Give them half an hour to shop around and digest their food, and then they'll happen to wander into a restaurant.

This is a gatehouse that juts outwards, with gorgeous blue, red, and yellow eaves, an antique-style building, if you ignore the huge foot massage and KTV sign hanging next to the second floor.

Of course, they either went to foot massage parlors or karaoke bars, or they went to eat snacks.

This is a very large restaurant. The restaurant manager personally greeted them at the entrance and showed them around their various snacks. The head chef was working behind the glass window, which looked very clean and tidy.

Various snack samples were displayed on the table, a dazzling array that looked quite beautiful.

Moreover, the prices of each snack are very reasonable, with price tags displayed on them. A bowl of handmade sweet rice balls costs 4 yuan, and you can enjoy several kinds of snacks for an average of 20 yuan per person.

The director in charge of the team made excellent arrangements, knowing that these city bumpkins from big cities would definitely enjoy these random snacks, so he arranged for them to order all sorts of things.

The sweet rice balls that Shen Yue ate were solid, without filling, and not round. They felt like rice balls squeezed into a pot, cooked, and then scooped into icy sweet soup. They were sweet, chewy, and had a rice aroma.

I don't know why, but this food makes me feel homesick. My home right now is probably the dormitory at Xingchen TV Station.

They left one after another the next day, and they couldn't stay any longer.

Shen Yue added Dr. Zhao's contact information. She left early in the morning on a morning flight.

Duan Zhiheng said they were on the same flight and invited Shen Yue and Deputy Director Xiao to ride in his car so they could discuss future cooperation on the way, as their national racing championship was about to begin.

Mr. Duan invited him to work, and Deputy Director Xiao couldn't refuse.

Shen Yue was on a business trip with her boss. She watched the rocket launch and tried all kinds of delicious food, so she was basically satisfied o(*￣︶￣*)o.

She even consulted a teacher from the State Administration of Space Administration. Although she was talking during the class, she still asked the teacher questions seriously after class.

How can one become an astronaut?

Deputy Director: ...Okay, okay, blah blah blah, very helpfully answered Shen Yue's questions.

I felt like none of the big shots were really listening to my lectures, but this star student was the one who listened attentively and even asked me questions.

The deputy director gave Shen Yue a detailed introduction to the astronaut selection process.

Astronauts are generally selected from three types of people.

First, there are astronauts, who need over 1000 hours of flight experience and be top-tier fighter pilots aged 25-35.

Secondly, the age limit for technical experts in aerospace flight engineering and related fields has been relaxed to 45 years old.

Third, the age limit for researchers engaged in space science can be extended to 45 years old.

In addition to these, there is a strict political vetting process. You cannot have a serious medical history, cavities, athlete's foot, body odor, or scars. Pilots generally have a bachelor's degree, while engineers basically need a master's or doctoral degree, as well as many years of work experience.

Even if you are selected, you will only become a prospective astronaut and will need to undergo several years of training.

To put it simply, my country currently has only 39 active astronauts, but about 60 vice-national level leaders and about 4 department-level leaders.

Hearing this, Shen Yue felt that her chances of becoming an astronaut and going to space were relatively low. She thought it was more likely that she would just earn a few hundred million and spend her own money to go.

Children with poor grades are more expensive to raise o(╥﹏╥)o.

When she heard that Zhizhi wanted to talk to Vice President Xiao about work, she thought, "Great, great, making money, she can do it!"

They were traveling in a very luxurious minivan.

The seats are the kind you can lie down and sleep in; there are two seats in a row.

There's a small TV in front of the seat that you can watch.

Shen Yue consciously sat in the back row, leaving the front row for people who needed to work.

She could continue reading her novel, but she remembered that there was a section of the road from here to the airport that was not easy to travel because of road construction, so the journey was very slow. She could also listen to the novel. When she got in the car, Deputy Director Xiao had prepared everything she needed, even thoughtfully providing her earphones and brewing tea. For a moment, Shen Yue felt like she was the leader.

Xiao Fu and Xiao Fu (小福) are homophones, and she kept calling him that, eventually mistaking a sect elder for a novice. (A blind spot discovered by reader "My Dog is Fifteen and a Half Years Old")

Duan Zhiheng didn't try to take the work from Deputy Director Xiao, because he couldn't compete with him; Xiao was just too good at it.

Duan Zhiheng is the kind of person who hates trouble and dislikes socializing. He would never invite someone to ride in his car just to save face. He can arrange a car for you, but he won't ask you to ride in it. He finds it tiring to talk while riding in a car.

The car left the reception area of ​​the Space Administration.

Upon boarding, Deputy Station Chief Xiao reminded everyone to fasten their seatbelts.

Shen Yue followed the rules and tied her hair up. Duan Zhiheng wanted to rebel a little, but he felt that rebelling in this kind of thing would make him just like his younger brother, which was too childish, so he obediently tied his hair up too.

Shen Yue felt the energy behind her slowly disappear, and the feeling of being pointed at with a gun was gone.

Her body felt more relaxed, whereas she had felt tense these past two days.

It feels a bit like returning to a world of cultivation, where you could be killed at any moment.

The pressure is a bit high.

She heard Zhizhi and Vice Director Xiao chatting in front of her, and as she listened, she felt sleepy. So she put on her headphones and listened to an audiobook. She felt the car swaying and she lay down feeling drowsy.

She fell asleep while rocking.

The two people in front continued talking about work.

Duan Zhiheng could see Shen Yue sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror in front of the driver.

Seeing that she had fallen asleep shortly after getting in the car, her face resting on the seat, and her face swaying slightly as the car rocked, he couldn't help but speak softly. Although he felt that his tone wouldn't wake the burly Dragon King, the Dragon King looked quite gentle and obedient when he was asleep.

A tuft of her hair perked up playfully and swayed near her ear.

Her hair swayed back and forth, like a little brush, making him feel itchy and tingly.

He, someone who never reads CEO romance novels, suddenly understood the line: You're not even worth a single strand of her hair...