Limited Time Hidden Marriage

Wen Churan was confused and confused.

Boyce suddenly said, "Let me make the decision for you. Just execute him. This will serve as a warning to the monkeys, and it will also help you establish your authority in Country V. If anyone has the idea of ​​​​rebellion in the future, they will not dare to act rashly." "

"But...I don't need to erect any authority, and..."

Wen Churan still had something to say, but Bai Yisi interrupted her coldly, "That's it. I'll go back first. You can have a good rest."

With that said, he walked directly downstairs.

Wen Churan hurriedly put it in the small milk jug and chased after him.

"Well...wait a minute..."

Boyce suddenly stopped. Wen Churan didn't stop and bumped into his hard back. The pain was so painful that she couldn't help but gasp.

"What else do you want to say?" Bai Yis turned his head and looked at Wen Churan who was covering his forehead with his hand, feeling a little impatient. "You want to plead with him? A person who almost killed you and your son, you Do you think you need to be kind?"

"No, no!" Wen Churan waved his hands hurriedly, "I didn't want to plead for him, I just wanted to ask you...have you thought about that matter?"

Boyce was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a moment, "That matter?"

"It's just...it's just..." Wen Churan said coyly, "You said you would consider the matter of assisting the small milk tank, but have you... considered it?"

It turns out...it was for this matter...

Boyce was a little embarrassed and cleared his throat. "I have been thinking about this matter. I should give you a definite answer in a few days."

"Okay, okay." Wen Churan nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, and solemnly warned, "You must think about it carefully, think about it carefully!"

Boyce rolled his eyes at her, turned and left.

Wen Churan was in a happy mood, but he had an injury on his leg, otherwise he would have been jumping up and down.

The little milk tank couldn't help but complain, "Mom, you really look like a little wild cat in spring!"

"..."

Wen Churan waved to the small milk jug and gritted his teeth, "Come here, I promise not to beat you to death!"

"A little bit..." Little Milk Jar stuck out his tongue at her, and then jumped back to the study.

When Boyce returned to the villa, the servant said in the lobby, "Master, the secretary-general just called you and said that if you come back, give him a call."

"Go back and tell him if you have anything." Boyce walked straight upstairs without stopping at all.

The servant was stunned.

I still remember that in the past, the secretary-general and the young master had a close relationship, which could be regarded as imitating a father and son. Why did the young master not be close to the secretary-general at all after he woke up from a coma for two years?

At night, after taking a shower, Boyce just came out of the bathroom when he heard the cell phone ringing on the table.

I picked it up and saw it was a call from the Secretary-General.

He hung up immediately without any hesitation.

Soon, the phone rang again, and it was a call from the Secretary-General.

He frowned impatiently, feeling that if he continued like this, it would be endless, so he had no choice but to answer the phone.

After the call was connected, the secretary-general's old voice sounded on the other end of the phone: "I have read the news about Chairman Zhang's matter, and you handled it very well."

"Yeah." Boyce only responded lightly.

"Through this incident, you must have learned that there are many people who are eyeing the position of president. The president is always in danger. What do you think about working in the presidential palace? "