Limited Time Hidden Marriage

After a while, the study door was knocked again.

Boyce and Little Milk Tank looked at each other in a tacit understanding, and they both already guessed who was knocking on the door.

Sure enough, Wen Churan's voice sounded outside the door, "It's getting late, come out and have dinner."

Boyce said coldly, "Let's not have dinner for now."

"How can this work!" Wen Churan was anxious. "It's so late. You didn't have any snacks in the afternoon. You should be hungry by now, right? It's not too late to have dinner first and then process the documents!"

Boyce said nothing, looked at the small milk jug and signaled to him with his eyes.

Little Milk Can rubbed her belly and whispered, "But I'm hungry..."

Boyce said, "You forgot that you said you were willing to admit defeat."

"Then... okay..." He lost and had to listen to Boyce, so he had no choice but to say in the direction of the door, "Mom, I'm not hungry. I'll eat after I finish processing these documents. You can eat first."

Wen Churan was stunned outside the door.

well? what happened? The little milk jug suddenly became so serious?

But I have to admit, this is a good thing.

Wen Churan secretly admired the secretary-general's son for changing the appearance of the little milk jug on the first day he came here. He was really better than his predecessor!

"Okay then, you work first, and I'll leave some food for you."

After hearing the footsteps outside the door fading away, Little Milk Tank looked at Boyce and said, "Do you think I'm particularly verbose?"

Boyce was stunned for a moment, "A little bit..."

Little Milk Tank defended, "Actually, I sometimes feel that, but I am only nagging for my own good. You see... no one else is nagging at me."

Boyce glanced at the little milk jug and said, "You are young, but you can see things quite clearly."

The little milk jug chuckled a few times, "Smelly temper, do you think that if you meet someone who is nagging you, don't bother, you must treat her twice as much."

"Bad temper?" Boyce frowned slightly, seeming a little displeased. "Is this the nickname you gave me? I found that you quite like to give nicknames to others."

Little Milk Pot curled her lips, "You always rejected me Mommy before, and you have a bad temper. I give you this nickname, and you won't lose at all!"

"But now I am your teacher. From now on, you must respectfully call me teacher."

"Why!" Little Milk Can was reluctant.

Boyce tapped him on the head with the document, "If I win, you have to listen to me in everything."

All right…

Little Milk Can had no idea, so she yelled perfunctorily, as quietly as a mosquito could hum, "Teacher..."

Boyce nodded with satisfaction, "Well, hurry up and read the documents. If you wait any longer, you won't be able to sleep again today."

It wasn't until midnight that I finally read all the documents and corrected the mistakes one by one.

The little milk tank stretched a lot, and couldn't help but say "ouch ouch" in her mouth, "It's finally done, I can go to eat."

He jumped off the chair and rushed out of the study happily.

Unexpectedly, Wen Churan was still awake. After seeing them finally leaving the study, he hurried to the kitchen to prepare food.

The food was left over from dinner. After warming it up, Wen Churan brought it to the table and asked, "Is it enough? If not, I will prepare it."

The little milk jug was about to say that it was not enough, but she heard Boyce speak first, "That's enough."

The little milk tank was stunned and swallowed everything he wanted to say. Who told him to be willing to admit defeat?

After dinner, Boyce sent the small milk jug back to the room.

The little milk can looked at him and said, "Actually, I want to eat more delicious food."