Limited Time Hidden Marriage

Wen Churan couldn't help but laugh, pinching the soft cheeks of the small milk bottle, "So you also know that you have a bad temper."

Little Milk Pot curled her lips, "I have a bad temper, so I inherited it from you, huh!"

"Hey! Smooth talk!" Wen Churan hugged the little milk can and pressed him hard into his arms. "Do you know how to bully Mama at such a young age?"

The little milk tank danced and struggled, "Ah! Help, you murdered your own son!"

It was noisy all the way back to the presidential palace.

The next day, Little Milk Tank had to follow the Secretary-General to the conference hall to hold the first meeting with the political officials.

As a result, the little milk jug lay on the bed and refused to get up.

When Wen Churan pulled hard, he started crying at the top of his lungs, making a fuss and insisting that he was tired and wanted to rest.

There was no other way. The Secretary-General had no choice but to persuade him from the sidelines: "President Little Milk Jar is only four years old, but he insists on taking on the important responsibilities of a country. It is indeed not easy for him. Let President Little Milk Jar rest today."

Wen Churan was a little embarrassed, "Then...that's really troublesome for you, Secretary-General, because you came here without even accompanying your son."

The secretary-general waved his hand hurriedly, "No trouble, no trouble. Miss Wen means what she said. This is what I should do."

After the secretary-general left, Wen Churan wanted to pick up the small milk can and slap him on the butt.

But when I think of the Secretary-General’s words, I think they make sense.

After all, he is only a four-year-old child. He should be a happy age, but he has to shoulder such a heavy responsibility. It is really exhausting for him.

Thinking of this, Wen Churan felt distressed again, so he simply let him rest for a day.

Little Milk Tank slept until noon before waking up. After waking up, she ate lunch and immediately went to the game room to play games while Wen Churan wasn't paying attention.

Wen Churan didn't care. After all, he had decided to let him rest for a day.

Unexpectedly, on the second day, the third day, and the fourth day, his state continued.

Wen Churan was completely enraged and held him in his hands in front of the secretary-general, wanting to teach him a lesson.

He burst into tears and complained, "I don't want to be president, it's not fun at all!"

Wen Churan angrily yelled, "I asked you to be the president and run a country. Who told you that you were just kidding?!"

"I didn't want to do it in the first place. It was Mom who insisted on my help. I had to read so many words in a day. My eyes were almost blind. There were also a lot of people around me who didn't want to listen. My ears were numb. I’m almost deaf, woo woo woo… I don’t want to be the president, I don’t want to help…”

"You..." Wen Churan was so angry that he raised his palm and slapped the butt of the milk jug.

Seeing this, the secretary-general hurriedly stopped Wen Churan's hand.

"Miss Wen, please calm down!"

As he spoke, he took the small milk jug from her hand and placed it carefully on the bed.

"Miss Wen, let's go out and chat first."

Wen Churan couldn't help the Secretary-General's reputation, so he angrily said to the little milk jug that was curled up into a ball on the bed, "Just be patient, I'll settle the score with you later!"

After saying this, he followed the secretary-general and left the bedroom.

Outside the bedroom, Wen Churan felt extremely ashamed and even had no face to face the secretary-general.

She obviously promised it herself, but now Little Milk Tank has gone back on her word.

"I'm so sorry. He is an ignorant child. I will teach him a lesson later."

"Miss Wen does not need to apologize. You are not to blame for this matter. The task of managing a country is too heavy for a child to bear. Besides, from beginning to end, he was not voluntary. They were all deceived by us.”