Limited Time Hidden Marriage

It looks particularly dazzling when attached to the transparent glass coffee table.

Wen Churan turned around and walked over, bent down and tore it off, only to see four short lines written on it.

Top: Chamber.

Center: Presidential Palace.

Bottom: Meeting with foreign visiting officials.

Evening: Do business in the study.

Wen Churan recognized that this beautiful, tall, vigorous and powerful handwriting was written by Sheng Shimo.

He wrote it himself!

Last night... wasn't a dream? !

He... really came to see her last night!

She asked him to tell her her daily schedule, and he actually wrote a sticky note and left it in the bedroom!

Wen Churan held her heart tightly, and the post-it note in her hand seemed to turn into a ball of flame. The warmth spread from her palm to her limbs, boiling the blood all over her body.

The crazy feeling of joy made her scream in surprise, and she fell on the bed, her hands and feet curled up in excitement.

If it weren't for the small thing in her belly, she would have rolled violently.

Wen Churan looked hard at the sticky note in his hand, and even rubbed his eyes to make sure he saw it correctly.

Immediately, he put the post-it note on his heart again, as if he was reminiscing about last night's tenderness, and he looked as cautiously as if he had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.

Perhaps hearing her scream, the servant knocked on the door.

"Ms. Wen, are you okay?"

Only then did Wen Churan realize that he had lost his composure. He hurriedly stood up and coughed, "Well...it's okay..."

"Do I need to prepare breakfast for you now?" the servant asked again.

"Get ready." Wen Churan said, walking into the bathroom to wash up, still holding the sticky note in his pocket.

After washing, she carefully pressed the sticky note under her pillow before leaving the bedroom.

When I went downstairs to the restaurant, I found An sitting at the dining table and waved to her, "Ms. Wen, good morning."

Wen Churan didn't expect that she would be there. He was stunned for a moment and raised his hand stiffly, "Well... Miss An, good morning."

Sit down at the dining table and the servant sets breakfast.

Wen Churan raised his head several times and looked at An opposite him who was concentrating on his meal.

She felt strange in her heart that An did not live in the presidential palace, so why did she have to come here early every morning.

Is it because you are about to get married to Sheng Shimo, so you come to practice how to be the hostess of the presidential palace in advance?

Thinking of this, Wen Churan felt bitter again.

After breakfast, An invited a private doctor to give Wen Chudan a physical examination. The examination results showed that the baby was very healthy, but the mother had some problems.

I don't know if it was because of the almost miscarriage that Wen Churan was weak and suffered from hypoglycemia.

Hypoglycemia can be a serious or minor disease. As long as you eat on time every day and replenish the nutrients and sugar in your body, there will basically be no problems.

However, if hunger causes the sugar level in the body to drop, you will feel weak all over, until you faint, and no one will notice for a long time, or you may even die.

Because she was pregnant, the doctor did not dare to prescribe medicine to her. He could only tell her to pay attention to her daily life. It was best to carry a few candies with her. If she felt dizzy, she would peel one off and eat it.

Although it was just hypoglycemia, Wen Churan's belly contained the flesh and blood of His Excellency the President after all. If he was a boy, he would be the eldest son of His Excellency the President after birth, so nothing could be missed.

Suddenly, the entire presidential palace was in a commotion. The servants tried different methods to supplement Wen Churan's nutrition, which made Wen Churan's face look uglier than bitter melon.