Limited Time Hidden Marriage

The man's tone was contemptuous, "Who knows if you have any selfish motives?"

"..."

Wen Churan's anger suddenly rose.

I have never seen a man so narcissistic!

If she hadn't begged him for the little milk jug, she would have really wanted to rush up and punch him.

But she had to endure it. She not only had to endure it, she also had to force a smile, but she couldn't help but grit her teeth when she spoke. "Mr. Boyce, you don't know the purpose of my coming. Your father has worked hard for Country V for so many years. Maybe I am not qualified, but I still want to express my sincere gratitude to my husband.

Now, the Secretary-General has fallen ill again because of my son’s small milk bottle. I am deeply sorry and want the Secretary-General to rest and recuperate. However, my son is still young and cannot bear the heavy responsibility of managing the country by himself. He needs someone by his side. Just teach. The only person who can take over the duties of the Secretary-General is Mr. Boyce, so I only bother you again and again. "

Wen Churan's words are touching.

She was so immersed in her own persuasion that she didn't notice that when she said the words 'my husband', the man's back trembled slightly and his hand held onto the staircase railing tighter.

To be honest, normal people should be moved when they hear this.

But the man didn't say anything for a long time, and Wen Churan's heart began to beat.

Isn't it?

Are you going to reject this?

Could it be that this man has a heart of stone?

The final result proved that this man...had no heart at all!

Because, without even saying a word, he stepped directly to the second floor, and his figure quickly disappeared without a trace, leaving Wen Churan standing there in confusion for a long time.

Wen Churan was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He fell down on the sofa and realized that he had been holding a blanket tightly in his hand.

There is a faint wisp of fragrance floating on the dark blue blanket. It smells like a flash in the pan in the dark night. It is stunning for a moment, but fleeting.

Are you sure this wasn't covered by a man?

Probably not...

This man, who refused to even meet her, could possibly help her cover her with a blanket.

This blanket should have been covered by a servant.

Returning to the Presidential Palace, Wen Churan became anxious, so anxious that he couldn't even sleep at night.

It has been going on for several days. In the past few days, some documents that I don't know how to handle have been placed beside the small milk can. There are more and more documents, and they are almost piling up into a mountain.

We can't go on like this forever, letting Little Milk Tank handle simple government affairs.

no! She had to find a way.

There was really no other way, so she could only take the risk and choose an official to assist the little milk tank.

Early the next morning, Wen Churan had just woken up when he saw Little Milk Tank sitting in the study, flipping through documents and clicking on the documents with his cell phone.

Wen Churan pushed open the door and asked him what he was doing.

Because according to the current situation, there are very few things that the little milk tank can handle, and there is no need to sit in the study so early.

The little milk tank pressed the phone and replied, "There are some things I don't understand. Take a photo and send it to the secretary-general. The secretary-general will teach me through text messages."

Um? And this trick?

Wen Churan walked closer, stared at the phone on the small milk tank, and asked, "Will this trick work? It will also disturb the secretary-general's recuperation, right?"

Little Milk Tank shrugged, "It doesn't work very well. You can't take pictures of important documents and send them to him, for fear that they will be stolen through network technology. Moreover, there are many complexities. The secretary-general can't explain them to me clearly through text messages." ”