Limited Time Hidden Marriage

There are no milk jugs in the entire airport.

It was as if he disappeared out of thin air.

Wen Churan's anxious tears fell down. The staff suggested at the side, "Why don't we call the police directly? We suspect this is a malicious kidnapping."

Mucheng originally thought it was just a little milk can running around, but he didn't expect the situation to be so serious.

Hearing the woman's sobs, he nodded to the staff and said, "Then call the police."

The staff was about to make a call when Wen Churan suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "No need to call the police. I know where the small milk jug is."

Hearing this, Mucheng turned his head and looked at Wen Churan in surprise, not understanding the meaning of her words.

Wen Churan wiped away his tears, regained his composure, and asked, "If the little milk tank is really kidnapped, who do you think is most likely to kidnap him?"

Who is most likely?

After hearing this question, Mucheng suddenly seemed to understand something.

This is the first time for Little Milk Tank to come to country V. At such a young age, she won’t offend anyone.

If he was really kidnapped, he could only be the mastermind behind the scenes...

Wen Churan and Mucheng just looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts in perfect harmony.

The staff member asked from the side, "Are you still calling the police?"

"I won't retaliate." Mucheng said, holding Wen Churan in hand and rushing towards the exit.

Xiaoyoutiao hurriedly followed behind, "Your Excellency, Mr. President, Miss Wen, where are you going?!"

Mucheng drove the car himself and flew all the way to the Presidential Palace.

Before the car stopped, Wen Churan jumped out and rushed directly to the Presidential Palace.

Because she had only been here in the afternoon, and everyone knew her identity, not only did they not dare to stop her, they also retreated to make way for her.

Wen Churan made his way unimpeded and rushed to the lobby of the Presidential Palace, shouting "Sheng Shimo! Come out!"

Mucheng followed behind, glanced at the servants in the hall with his sharp eyes, and ordered in a cold voice, "Call your Excellency the President!"

The group of panicked servants all rushed out of the hall.

Soon, Sheng Shimo's figure appeared outside the hall.

He was like a god who broke through the darkness and came on the moon, walking in with elegant steps.

When Wen Churan saw him, he shouted angrily, "Where's the little milk jug? Where is he? Give him back to me!"

Sheng Shimo was not surprised by her arrival. Faced with her questioning, he was even more calm, pretending to be confused and said, "If I remember correctly, you have already come to ask for someone once in the afternoon, and now you are here to ask for someone again." once?"

"Sheng Shimo, you don't have to pretend, I understand your methods. Who else in the entire V country would kidnap a little milk can besides you?!"

There was no trace of guilt on Sheng Shimo's handsome face. Instead, he curled his lips and asked with a sneer, "Where's the evidence? You broke into the Presidential Palace in the middle of the night to cause trouble. Do you know what the consequences will be?"

Seeing that the man was still pretending, Wen Churan was anxious and angry.

"Despicable!" She gritted her teeth and cursed, while clenching her fists and rushing towards Sheng Shimo.

It looked like she was going to fight him tooth and nail.

Mucheng hugged her from behind in time, "Xiaoran, calm down!"

Seeing Mucheng's move and the intimate physical contact between him and Wen Churan, Sheng Shimo's face instantly darkened, and an unknown fire burned crazily in his heart, almost overwhelming all his reason.

The angrier he got, the deeper his smile became. He pointed in a certain direction and said in an unhurried tone, "The little milk jug is upstairs. Want someone? Then go find it yourself!"