Chapter 623

Sheng Ziyuan's face was full of worry. "Master, you have a rest. I'll clean up the garbage."

Wen Chu dyed his head with a black question mark.

Garbage? What rubbish?

When she was puzzled, Sheng Ziyuan turned and walked to Sheng Zhixun lying on the ground, then bent down, grabbed one of his ankles and dragged him out of the bedroom step by step.

Wen churan realized it.

Ah... That's what garbage means.

The next morning, when Wen churan opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a face magnified countless times. He was so frightened that he even yawned in his throat.

When she was completely awake, she found that it was a face pasted by Sheng Ziyuan, which was almost close to her. If it was lower, I'm afraid she could kiss her lips.

Wen churan panicked again, reached out and pushed away Sheng Ziyuan's close handsome face, and hurried to sit up from the bed.

She was scared to death as soon as she woke up. If she goes on like this, she will be scared into a psychosis sooner or later.

"You... How did you get in?"

She clearly remembers that she deliberately locked the door?

Sheng Ziyuan seemed to see through her mind and smiled. "Master, if I really want to come in, do you think... What's the use of a locked door for me?"

Wen churan shook his head.

Facts have proved that nothing is useful!

Sheng Ziyuan couldn't help laughing when he saw that she was really cute. Then he stretched out his hand and pressed her shaking head.

Wen churan asked again, "what are you doing in here?"

The man suddenly stared at her face with obsessed eyes and refused to move away for a minute. Then he gently opened his thin lips and slowly opened his mouth.

"I want to see master more. I feel that master is still the same as before. His peerless face has not changed at all."

Peerless

Wen churan's mouth twitched twice and solemnly said to him, "in fact... It's the 21st century now. Beautiful beauties grasp a lot and have all kinds of types. My appearance... It's really not peerless."

"For me, no matter how beautiful he is, he can't be worth a penny." Sheng Ziyuan stretched out his hand and stroked Wen churan's face. "It's better to say that master's soul is more peerless than master's appearance."

The man's eyes are smiling, like the warm wind in March, blowing through the warm first dyed heart and rippling a layer of ripples.

It has to be said that this move and words are really provocative. Fortunately, Wen churan's heart is strong enough to remain calm and get out of bed.

When he went downstairs to have breakfast, he saw that there was a bruise on Sheng Zhixun's face. Wen churan was surprised at first and soon decided that this should be what Sheng Ziyuan did.

After dinner, when Sheng Ziyuan didn't notice, she came up to Sheng Zhixun and whispered, "what's the matter with your face? What did he do to you last night? "

Sheng Zhixun wanted to cry without tears. "Last night... He said... He couldn't kill me for you, but he was still holding his breath, so he had to give me a punch to relieve his anger."

Wen churan patted him on the shoulder. "Alas... I'm sorry."

In the morning, Wen churan didn't go to the company, but handled documents in his study.

At this time, the computer suddenly tinkled.

She opened it and found that it was an email from President Neil.

After reading the contents of the email, she suddenly changed her face.

"He invited you to country v. are you going?"

A man's voice suddenly sounded in the study.

Sheng Ziyuan was scared when he first saw Sheng Ziran.