Limited Time Hidden Marriage

For some reason, Wen Churan suddenly became embarrassed, and even his palms began to sweat. He just felt so despicable, why did he bring in a completely unaware person.

Mucheng seemed to be aware of it and said, "Xiaoran, you don't have to bear any burden. I volunteered to help. In the past five years, I have long regarded you and Xiaonan as relatives... so, I I don’t want to give you all up to that man Adair.”

No one wants to wade into muddy waters.

Mucheng said this just to make her feel at ease to accept his help.

Wen Churan understood, so he apologized and thanked her.

In the past five years, no matter what he did, she always said thank you, and she never tired of thanking him. Mucheng had long been used to it, so he happily accepted this thank you.

The next day, Wen Churan went downstairs to have breakfast. Surprisingly, Sheng Shimo didn't leave early today. After going downstairs, he walked into the restaurant unhurriedly.

After scanning the restaurant, his eyes finally settled on Wen Churan sitting at the dining table, and said in a sarcastic tone, "He didn't come over today?"

he?

It should be referring to Mucheng.

Wen Churan ignored him and ate his breakfast.

Sheng Shimo walked to sit opposite her. The moment he lowered his head, he suddenly heard Wen Churan say, "Is your tongue okay?"

He immediately raised his head, his bright eyes seemed to be filled with joy and surprise.

"Are you concerned about me?"

Wen Churan held his chin and looked calmly, "I just want to know if you can tell me about Xiao Zhixun now."

As soon as these words came out, Sheng Shimo's eyes dimmed instantly, and his voice became a little colder, "It hurts! It still hurts!"

lie!

If you can eat breakfast leisurely, why can't you say a few more words to her? !

Just after leaving the Presidential Palace, as expected, I received another call.

On the other end of the phone, a subordinate reported, "President Mucheng is here again."

again.

What a tiresome word.

After the meeting, Sheng Shimo rushed back to the president by car, but when he approached the gate of the presidential palace, he suddenly stopped and just looked inside from a distance.

In the hall, Mucheng was sitting on the sofa. Wen Churan made him a cup of hot tea and then sat down next to him.

The two of them had no idea what they were talking about, and hilarious sounds came from their mouths from time to time.

We get along warmly, harmoniously and happily.

Sheng Shimo just watched quietly, without any reaction, as if he had fallen into a dead silence. His tall but slightly lonely back was like a finely carved sculpture.

The subordinate behind him cautiously said, "Aren't you going in?"

After a long silence, I heard a word from the man's mouth.

"Not going in."

The four words are an understatement, but also seem to be mixed with a little loneliness.

Not going in.

Because the scene in front of him was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to disturb it.

Or maybe it was because he hadn't seen such a hearty laugh on Wen Churan's face for a long time.

After a moment, Sheng Shimo turned around and ordered to his subordinates, "In the future, if nothing important happens, you don't need to report to me anymore."

"Yes." The subordinate scratched his head, not knowing what the President was thinking.

Sheng Shimo turned around, took one last look into the hall, and then walked away, his figure fading away.

In the hall, Wen Churan chatted for a few words, turning his head to look in the direction of the door from time to time.

Mucheng noticed it and followed her to divert his attention.