Limited Time Hidden Marriage

The secretary-general smiled and said nothing.

Seeing that Wen Churan's face was not looking good, Gu Nanpei supported her and said, "Let's find a room to rest for a while."

How could she have time to rest now?

Sheng Shimo's body was placed in the study, and the small milk jug was being taken to country V.

But she had to think of a way to stop Little Milk Can from becoming president as soon as possible, so she let Gu Nanpei help her up to the second floor.

When passing by the study, Wen Churan looked in unconsciously, as if his eyes were stuck and he could not move away.

Seeing this, Gu Nanpei said softly, "Chu Ran, do you want to go in and take a look?"

Wen Churan shook his head violently.

She could only take one look at Sheng Shimo, who was lying lifelessly on the ground. She would never be able to look at him again in her life.

I'm afraid that after a second glance, she might really not be able to hold on any longer.

After helping Wen Churan into a bedroom, Gu Nanpei thought about checking on Sheng Zhixun and left quickly.

Wen Churan was the only one left in the bedroom, which seemed particularly empty.

She sat blankly beside the bed, as if she had fallen into a dead silence, still, like a body that had lost its soul, without any reaction.

I don't know how much time passed, but there was a snap in the quiet bedroom, like the sound of dripping water, which instantly broke the silence.

Wen Churan stared at a small drop of water on the back of her hand. Just then, a breeze blew by. She felt her cheeks were cold, so she raised her hand and touched it, and she felt the moisture all over her face.

Licking his lips, he felt a little salty, it turned out to be tears.

Only then did Wen Churan realize that he was crying, and hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face with his hands, but the tears in his eyes seemed to have burst and flowed down uncontrollably.

The more times this happens, the less likely she is to collapse.

She must be strong and calm!

Wen Churan gritted his teeth and tried his best to stay calm.

I don't know how long it took, but Gu Nanpei came back.

"Sheng Zhixun must be too sad. Now he can't listen to anything, and he can't help us save the little milk tank. It's better for us to find a way ourselves."

Wen Churan had stopped crying, and even the traces of tears had been wiped clean, making it impossible to tell any clues.

Just then, a scream came from downstairs.

"Mom! Mom, where are you?!"

It's the sound of the little milk jug.

Wen Churan immediately stood up and rushed out with Gu Nanpei.

Rushing to the lobby on the first floor, I saw the small milk jug. He was still wearing pajamas and was being held tightly in the arms of a guard at this moment.

No!

It's not so much about hugging, but actually controlling!

"Little milk jug!" Wen Churan wanted to rush over, but the guard dodged in front of her holding the little milk jug.

By chance, the secretary-general appeared, stood in front of Wen Churan, and said, "Ms. Wen, I will arrange a press conference in the afternoon to officially announce that the Little Milk Pot Actor is the new president of our country V."

The little milk tank struggled and cried, "Mom, I don't want to be the president, I don't want it!"

"Don't even think about it!" Wen Churan yelled at the Secretary-General, "If you dare to hold any press conference, I will blow up your presidential palace! Don't push me, if you push me hard, I can do anything. !”

The secretary-general's face instantly turned cold, "Miss Wen, please stop forcing me. If you push me too hard, I will have to use some tough methods."

After hearing this, Wen Churan smiled contemptuously.