Limited Time Hidden Marriage

After pondering for a moment, Mucheng stood up from the dining table with a gentle smile on his lips and said, "I came to the Presidential Palace not necessarily for Xiaoran. President Adair, why are you so excited? I am very grateful to your servant for helping me." The breakfast prepared tastes good, maybe... I will come again for breakfast, President Adair, you have to make preparations in advance..."

Sheng Shimo also stood up suddenly, resting his arms on the edge of the table, leaning forward, approaching Mucheng, and said coldly from his thin lips, "Next time you come over, I'll ask the servant to prepare a blade for you!"

After hearing this, Mucheng's smile deepened and he casually dropped the word "Whatever."

After saying that, he left his seat, walked out of the restaurant, and quickly disappeared into the Presidential Palace.

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Wen Churan didn't eat much breakfast at all. She dug out the potato chips, biscuits and jelly in the bedroom. These were snacks prepared for the small milk jugs, and now they all went into her mouth.

After a while, the door was opened and Sheng Shimo walked in with breakfast.

Wen Churan immediately jumped up from the bed, and the snacks originally placed on his lap were scattered all over the floor.

Sheng Shimo put breakfast on the coffee table, and before she could say anything, he said, "No need to ask, he has already left."

Wen Churan asked hurriedly, "You didn't do anything to him, did you?"

Sheng Shimo raised his head and looked at her with cold eyes, "What do you think I can do to him? Also, take back your worried look, I don't want to see it!"

If you don't want to see it, do you want her to take it back?

What's wrong!

After putting down the breakfast, Sheng Shimo walked up to Wen Churan, hooked her long arms around her slender waist, and carried her out of bed. He then carried her to the sofa before putting her down. He pointed at the breakfast on the coffee table. Use a commanding tone, "Eat."

Wen Churan would not complain about being hungry, so he simply sat cross-legged on the sofa, picking up bread in one hand and milk in the other.

Seeing that she was eating happily, Sheng Shimo's expression softened slightly and said, "Don't meet him again in the future."

Wen Churan stopped drinking milk, puffed out his cheeks and muttered, "You have restricted my freedom, and now you even have to control my interpersonal relationships?!"

Sheng Shimo's attitude was tough, "It's okay to interact with people, but not with men, especially Mucheng, not even!"

This man never makes sense.

Wen Churan didn't bother to argue with him and cursed "Crazy!"

Sheng Shimo said, "If I'm sick, it's just for you!"

"Get out!" Wen Churan couldn't bear it anymore.

Sheng Shimo said no more, turned around and left the bedroom.

It wasn't until the door was slammed shut that Wen Churan's face showed an angry look, and his smart eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, as if the entire bedroom had turned into an ice cellar.

Late at night, Wen Churan was sleeping in a daze, and she felt like something was moving under the quilt, crawling from her thighs to her belly bit by bit before it stopped.

Feeling like something was pressing on her stomach, Wen Churan was awakened. She suddenly opened her eyes, lifted the quilt and saw a small lump lying on her stomach in the darkness.

Without the cover of the quilt, Xiaotuanzi groaned in dissatisfaction, "Hey, hey, hey, hurry up and cover yourself with the quilt, it's so cold..."

It turned out to be a small milk jug.

Wen Churan covered him with the quilt again, rubbed his little head, opened his eyes, and suddenly couldn't sleep, so he asked, "Is today's filming over?"

The little milk tank seemed to be very sleepy, and his words were a little confused, "Well... I shot a promotional video in the morning, a magazine cover in the afternoon, and I also participated in a variety show in the evening."