Limited Time Hidden Marriage

Wen Churan was sure that this was Sheng Shimo's font, which was beautiful and graceful, yet strong and powerful.

Looking at the two hearts on the paper ball, Wen Churan couldn't help laughing and breathed a sigh of relief.

When did this man learn to do these tricks?

Fortunately... fortunately, this is not a dream.

Wen Churan got out of bed. She was in a good mood and made glutinous rice dumplings for the little milk pot. Even the servants could tell that she was different today.

"Ms. Wen, are you happy? You seem to be in a good mood today."

Wen Churan laughed twice and did not answer.

More than just a happy event, this matter can no longer be summarized as a happy event.

Simply a miracle!

For the first time, she felt that a miracle had occurred in her life.

She had never felt like this before when she was reborn!

When Little Milk Tank went downstairs, she saw the table full of glutinous rice dumplings, and she kept picking them up for herself during the meal.

He was frightened.

What kind of stimulation did Mommy get? Crazy? !

After eating, Wen Churan kept sitting on the sofa, looking forward to it.

Last night, she specifically told Sheng Shimo to come in through the gate and stop walking along the corridor like a thief, so as not to be accidentally discovered by others, which would cause trouble.

Soon, a guard came in to report.

"Ms. Wen, Mr. Boyce is here."

Wen Churan was so excited that he stood up from the sofa and saw Sheng Shimo slowly walking into the presidential palace behind the guard.

Wen Churan rushed over quickly, raised his head and giggled twice, "Mr. Boyce, you are finally here."

However, Sheng Shimo just glanced at her and asked lightly, "Where's the little milk jug?"

This made the attentive Wen Churan stunned for a moment and pointed to the kitchen, "He is still having breakfast..."

After saying that, she saw Sheng Shimo bypassing her, heading to the kitchen, and shouted, "It's too slow to eat, hurry up and follow me to the study."

The little milk jug in the kitchen said vaguely, "I know, I know, wait until I eat the last glutinous rice ball!"

Wen Churan was confused.

Why is he so cold to himself?

Has he forgotten what happened last night? !

Sheng Shimo returned to the study with the small milk jug. Wen Churan wandered outside for a while and decided to go in with snacks and tea to take a look.

Little Milk Tank was a little surprised when he saw her holding snacks, "Mom, what are you doing? I just had breakfast!"

"You just ate it, but maybe Mr. Boyce hasn't!"

Wen Churan handed the snack to the desk with a smile, and said in a deliberately serious tone, "I made this specially for you, you can try it!"

Unexpectedly, Sheng Shimo didn't even raise his head, "Put it on the coffee table, it will stain the documents."

Wen Churan was stunned for a moment and curled his lips, "Okay then..."

I gave him cakes with good intentions, why did he react like this!

Wen Churan was a little angry and rushed out without looking back.

Sheng Shimo then raised his head, looked at Wen Churan's angry back, and smiled helplessly.

The little milk jug supported her head on the side, "Mom, it's so strange today, she seems to be very happy."

Sheng Shimo said, "Maybe... I encountered something worth being happy about."

After lunch, Little Milk Tank took a nap in the bedroom, and Sheng Shimo sat in the study, reading the philosophy book he had always wanted to finish.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Wen Churan, who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, and said, "I'm a little hungry. Bring me the pastries."