Limited Time Hidden Marriage

Wen Churan was startled. She didn't expect the man to lose such a big temper. Before he could even say a word, he turned around and rushed out of the bedroom. He opened the door opposite and it turned out to be the bathroom.

It was obviously a 50% chance, but she made the wrong choice.

Bad luck…

But is the secretary-general’s son so temperamental?

I heard the servant say before that his son is a gentle and humble person, and because of his good looks, more than half of the women in country V are obsessed with him.

See you today...

Gentle and humble?

Where is the meekness and humility?

Could it be that after becoming a vegetative person and regaining consciousness, a person's personality will change?

Wen Churan's urine was gone after being made such a fuss.

When I went downstairs, I found that the small milk jug was surrounded by a group of little girls.

Those little girls, about four or five years old, were wearing gorgeous dresses, with red lips and white teeth. They looked like little princesses coming out of the castle. It was obvious at a glance that they had grown up pampered.

They were surrounding the little milk jug, chattering something, and even tried to move forward to touch the little milk jug, but they were all frightened back by the sharp look from the little milk jug.

Wen Churan immediately stepped forward, pulled away the group of little princesses, and held the little milk can in his arms, trying to save him.

As a result, before she could say anything, the group of little princesses started chattering and saying that they wanted to be friends with the little milk jug. The noise made her have a headache.

She had no choice but to bend down and whisper into the ear of the little milk jug, "As the president, socializing is a must. You have to get used to it from a young age. Mommy will cheer for you."

Little Milk Tank raised his head and looked at Wen Churan with a confused expression.

"Mama, you..."

Wen Churan cast a sympathetic look at the little milk jug, and then... then slowly... put him down, and then slowly... withdrew from the circle surrounded by a group of little princesses.

The little milk tank looked at Wen Churan's departure in disbelief. The expression in his eyes was first shocked, then gradually turned into horror, and finally turned into despair.

He shook his head vigorously, tried to rush out of the encirclement, and shouted miserably, "Mama... help..."

However, a group of little princesses were like a group of jackals, tigers and leopards, staring at him like they were staring at food, with countless pairs of eyes shining, ready to eat him alive at any time.

Wen Churan smiled and waved to him, turned around and ran away.

She was still not used to the too lively environment, so she ran to the garden of the villa to be quiet and quiet.

There happened to be a wooden swing in the garden. Wen Churan ran over and sat down. He swung for a while and felt like he was back in his childhood.

Lifting it away, I saw that the crescent moon on the horizon turned white.

After going around and around so much, everything has undergone earth-shaking changes, except for the moon in the sky, which has not changed from beginning to end.

In fact, she deliberately left the little milk jug to get along with those little princesses, because the little milk jug is the president after all. He gets along well with the officials' daughters and can win over those officials, which is beneficial to him. Disadvantages.

Every step she takes now must be considered for the little milk jug.

For some reason, Wen Churan's heart suddenly felt like a huge mouth opened in the abyss. The cold wind howling in the middle of the night kept pouring into it, and the cold feeling spread to all his limbs.

She suddenly felt lost.

Wen Churan was sitting on the swing thinking wildly. She didn't know that there was actually a deep gaze watching her through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor.