Limited Time Hidden Marriage

"Perverted old uncle?" Wen Churan was stunned for a moment before he understood. He pointed out that the perverted old man should be the secretary-general.

So he smiled and asked, "Did you memorize it?"

The little milk jug looked disdainful, "That's almost it. If you work harder tonight, you should be able to memorize it all."

Wen Churan put a glutinous rice dumpling into the little milk can, "Good baby, Mommy will reward you with a glutinous rice dumpling."

Tempted by the glutinous rice dumplings, Little Milk Tank stopped complaining and ate happily.

After dinner, he was taken to the study by the secretary-general to supervise the endorsement.

Early the next morning, Wen Churan had just woken up and saw that Little Milk Tank was already dressed and endorsed in front of the Secretary-General.

He knew everything by heart, and there was not a single stutter in the entire text.

After hearing this, the Secretary-General was very pleased and gave a thumbs up to Little Milk Can, "President Little Milk Can, you are so smart."

Wen Churan lay beside the door frame and peeked, feeling extremely proud.

When the baby grows up, she no longer needs to be woken up or helped with dressing and washing. She can now stand on her own. It is a blessing she has cultivated for several lifetimes to give birth to a child prodigy!

After finishing the book, Little Milk Tank yawned, "Can I go back to sleep now?"

"No." The secretary-general took Little Milk Can's hand and led him to the study room. "There are new things to learn today."

"But I'm so sleepy. It's only seven o'clock in the morning!"

"When President Adair was alive, he would get up at six o'clock every day and go to bed at two or three o'clock in the morning. When he was busy, he would even stay up all night."

The little milk tank had a sad face, "Is it so tiring to be the president? If I had known, I wouldn't have helped with this, hum!"

After seeing the small milk jug being brought to the study, Wen Churan showed up and went to the kitchen to prepare his favorite breakfast.

When eating breakfast, the little milk jug's head clicked here and there like a chicken pecking at rice, and she almost fell asleep on the dining table.

The secretary-general asked from the side, "Ms. Wen, would you like to... go to the funeral home to take a look today?"

Wen Churan was stunned for a moment.

Go to the funeral parlor... to see Sheng Shimo?

In fact, she had been escaping recently, trying to forget the fact that Sheng Shimo was dead, just treating him as a temporary absence.

But now, she is actually asked to go to the funeral parlor?

She couldn't take a second look at his body. This was more painful to her than killing her.

Wen Churan shook his head, "No..."

"But tomorrow, President Adair's body will be buried. From now on, you will..."

There's no chance to see it again, right?

Even if there was no chance again, she didn't want to accept the blow of his death again.

"Please don't notify me of any news about him in the future, thank you." Wen Churan said lightly.

The secretary-general was stunned, and after a long while he responded, "Okay, I understand, Miss Wen."

After breakfast, the small milk jug was stuffed into the study again. Sheng Zhixun was exhausted recently and didn't get up until noon to pack his things and prepare to go to the funeral parlor.

Regarding Sheng Shimo's funeral, the secretary-general left all matters to Sheng Zhixun.

First, the secretary-general is too busy.

Second, this was also what Sheng Zhixun requested.

He wanted to see his fourth brother off for the last time with his own hands.

Seeing Wen Churan, he asked, "Fourth sister-in-law, aren't you going to the funeral parlor? Fourth brother should be buried tomorrow."

Wen Churan waved his hand, "I won't go, I'm a little busy..."

In fact, what is she busy with?

There was nothing to be busy with, this was just an excuse for her to escape.