Limited Time Hidden Marriage

I was afraid that if I slowed down, I would be caught.

Suddenly, I don’t know what happened, the little dough stick in front of me stopped suddenly.

Wen Churan braked suddenly, but her head still hit the boy’s hard back.

Looking back, she saw a large group of guards approaching like zombies. She pushed the little dough stick in front of her, "What are you doing? Run!"

"Wen... Miss Wen..." The little dough stick's voice trembled, with a trace of panic, even fear, "Miss Wen, we... I'm afraid we can't run away."

Because the boy was too tall, he completely blocked Wen Churan's sight and couldn't see what was happening in front of him, but after hearing what he said, Wen Churan vaguely realized that something must have happened.

She stretched her neck and looked forward, and saw a slender figure standing in front of her, like the brightest star in the night sky. No matter where she was, even if she was just standing there, she could instantly become the focus of everyone's attention.

Wen Churan's face turned pale. This time, even the mask couldn't cover up the fear that surged from the bottom of her heart.

The cold sweat on her forehead fell to the floor along the graceful curve of her figure, instantly crushing all her calm emotions.

It was indeed as Xiao Youtiao said, they... couldn't escape.

There were wolves in front and tigers behind, they couldn't advance or retreat, how could they escape in this situation?

Or... the man in front was even scarier than a demon.

"It's... President Adair..." Xiao Youtiao's mental quality was quite good, and he quickly calmed down and said, "Miss Wen, don't worry, even if I risk my life, I will never let them touch the little actor!"

Risk my life?

Once Sheng Shimo, a man, appeared, I'm afraid that even risking my life would be useless.

Wen Churan subconsciously hugged Xiao Nai Guan tightly, so strong that she couldn't even notice it herself.

Xiao Nai Guan groaned in pain, "Mom... You're strangling Xiao Nai Guan so much..."

She couldn't hear these words at all.

At this moment, she only knew that she must not let go!

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor suddenly broke the dead silence.

Knock, knock, knock--

Not fast or slow, each one seemed to step on the tip of Wen Churan's heart.

Seeing the man in front of him approaching step by step, Wen Churan was frightened and hurriedly retreated, but saw a group of guards blocking behind him, standing in a row, almost forming a wall of flesh, leaving no gaps.

Whether in front or behind, the road was blocked.

In a hurry, Wen Churan could only hold the little milk can and shrink into the corner, as if she had found a harbor where she could temporarily avoid danger.

She looked like she was protecting her child, as if she had rolled the little milk can into a ball, tightly hidden in her arms, and opened her mouth to roar at Sheng Shimo in front of her.

"Stop! Don't come over! Sheng Shimo, dare you to come one step closer!"

"You should know that if you push me to the limit, I can do anything!"

"Are you trying to force me and the little milk can to death here today?!"

"He is not your child! How many times do I have to say that the little milk can is really not your child!"

Whether it is threatening or reasoning, it has no effect on the man.

He walked without stopping, and soon walked in front of Wen Churan, stretched out his arms to her arms, "Give me the milk can."

It was not a commanding tone, but a slightly soft voice, as if he was discussing with her.

But when it fell into Wen Churan's ears, it was like a curse, making her feel deeply afraid.