Limited Time Hidden Marriage

Hearing this, Wen Churan suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Such a familiar voice!

She thanked him.

Immediately afterwards, the door was opened.

From the moment the servant walked in, she really felt like she had stepped back in time!

It was still the same servant who had taken care of her five years ago. She was already middle-aged, but now she had more wrinkles. He walked to the bedside, bowed to her with a smile, and said sincerely, "Miss Wen, welcome back. "

welcome?

She never knew that there were people in this place who would welcome her back.

The little milk tank was still snoring. Wen Churan sat up from the bed and lowered his voice, "Well, long time no see."

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I can help you prepare it now." The servant asked respectfully.

"Prepare some casually, and make a cup of hot cocoa for the small milk jug later, without adding sugar." Wen Churan said, as if he remembered something, and said, "Oh, by the way, Mucheng..."

"President Mucheng has arranged for a servant to take care of him." The servant abruptly interrupted Wen Churan's words and seemed to dislike Mucheng.

Sure enough, follow her master.

Wen Churan pretended to be nonchalant and responded lightly, "Then go get ready."

Afterwards, he added, "It's troublesome."

The servant who had just turned around stopped suddenly and turned back to stare at Wen Churan in surprise.

What surprised me was her last sentence.

Trouble?

She used to live here, and she felt more or less like a woman, so it was natural for her to arouse a servant.

If, she only regards herself as a guest.

The words "Troublesome" are very alienating, and it can be regarded as completely getting rid of the relationship with the presidential palace.

The servant was surprised for a few seconds, then quickly realized what he was doing. After politely replying "No trouble," he hurriedly left the bedroom.

As soon as she closed the door, she was pulled into a corner by another group of servants, asking all kinds of questions, "How is it? Is it really the former Miss Wen?"

"You jumped off such a high cliff and came back alive? Could it be a ghost?"

The servant sneered in response to everyone's doubts, "It's absolutely true, Miss Wen! Tsk, tsk, tsk...it's so much stronger than five years ago...it makes me a little scared!"

"Why don't you be strong?" someone said, "There is a president of country E standing behind her to support her!"

At this time, someone else asked, "Is Miss Wen really going to take the young prince away?"

"It's not like you didn't see what happened last night!"

"Ah~" Everyone made regretful sounds at the same time.

"His Royal Highness the little prince is so cute, I really can't bear to see him leave..."

"I hope your Excellency the President can think of a way to keep the young prince."

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When Mucheng entered the bedroom, Wen Churan had not only finished eating, but had also changed his clothes. The little milk jug was sitting on the edge of the bed, sipping hot cocoa and shaking his short legs.

Seeing her neatly dressed appearance, Mucheng was surprised and said, "Xiaoran, what are you going to do? Are you leaving now?"

"Well, let's go now." Wen Churan picked up Little Milk Tank's Pikachu school bag and said to Mucheng, "I'll ask you to hold Little Milk Tank."

Her body was in some pain from rolling down the stairs, but fortunately she could still move freely.

Mucheng grabbed Wen Churan who was about to go to the door, "Xiaoran, I will take you back to country E. The premise is that your body is fully recovered. Even if you have to leave, there is no rush for this moment!"

"No!" Wen Churan's attitude suddenly became extremely determined. It was as if death could not stop her.

(I'll set an update time.

At around 6pm, three chapters will be updated.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, three chapters will be updated. )