Limited Time Hidden Marriage

Little Milk Can was held in his arms from beginning to end, with his feet almost never touching the ground. At this moment, he was sleeping soundly in Little Youtiao's arms, with saliva flowing down his shoulder.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

Wen Churan sat cross-legged on the bed, and she seemed to be thinking about life in her silence.

Little Youtiao was curious about what Miss Wen was thinking about. Could she be thinking about how to escape again?

Oh my God, no!

Little Youtiao was tortured by Wen Churan's escape plan and didn't want to escape anymore!

That night, Wen Churan took a hot bath to wash away her fatigue. She felt that even her bones were soft, and she lay comfortably on the bed like a puddle of water.

She was chatting with Mu Cheng.

Mu Cheng was too busy recently, so he asked her to hold on a little longer and come to Country V to pick her up in a few days.

Looking at the soothing text message, Wen Churan held her palm and felt relieved.

At this time, the door suddenly opened.

Turning around, seeing Sheng Shimo walking in, Wen Churan jumped up from the bed with a bang, standing straight on the bed, looking down at the man, with wide eyes full of vigilance.

Seeing her like this, Sheng Shimo pursed his thin lips, holding back a smile, and after sitting down on the edge of the bed, he looked up and could only see the woman's nostrils and double chin.

"I heard that you have been busy all day?"

Wen Churan is not a fool, and knows that this sentence is a satire on her.

It's not a busy day...

I have been busy running away, but it's all in vain!

Sheng Shimo suddenly reached out and grabbed the woman's slender ankle, and said casually, "I told you that you can't escape, but you didn't believe it and had to try it a few times. How about it? How do you feel after trying it?"

Feeling?

It feels like a thump on his dog's head!

Wen Churan smiled but didn't. "It feels good. I plan to continue tomorrow."

Sheng Shimo shook his head helplessly. It seemed that in his eyes, Wen Churan was just a playful child, and her escape was just a play.

Wen Churan kept her word. The next morning, she continued to escape with the milk can and the little dough stick.

Finally, she sat down at the dining table and ate breakfast obediently.

After breakfast, Wen Churan dragged her heavy feet back to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed as if she had lost all her strength.

Little dough stick said, "Miss Wen, if you have any escape plans, just do them all at once."

Don't torture him one by one.

Wen Churan shook her head.

No more escape...

She really believed it now. No matter how she escaped, she couldn't escape from Sheng Shimo's territory. She could only wait for Mu Cheng to come and rescue her.

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The dark and dirty prison was filled with a disgusting smell.

Dead silence, oppression, lifelessness, and the torture instruments placed in the center, stained with blood, made this place even more terrifying than hell.

In the corner of the prison made of iron bars, there was a petite figure huddled up, her clothes were tattered, revealing her skin that was beaten purple and her wounds that had healed and not healed. Her hair was also messy and stuck together, as if it had not been washed for a long time.

The pitiful and dirty appearance made it difficult to tell whether it was a man or a woman, old or young.

At this moment, a white light suddenly appeared in the prison, like lightning, and disappeared in an instant. Then, a slender figure appeared out of thin air, floating above the poor man's head.