Chapter 1019

I don't know why, Wen churan suddenly felt cramped. Even his palms began to sweat. He just felt so mean. Why did he pull a completely ignorant person in.

Mu Cheng seemed to be aware of it and said, "Xiao ran, you don't have to bear a burden. I'm willing to help. In the past five years, I've long regarded you and the milk can as... Relatives. Therefore, I don't want to give you up to the man Adair."

No one wants to wade in muddy water.

Mu Cheng said this just to make her feel at ease and accept his help.

Wen churan knew it, so she thanked him with an apology.

In the past five years, no matter what he did, her mouth was always filled with thanks. She was never tired of coming and going. Mucheng had long been used to it and gladly accepted this thanks.

The next day, Wen churan went downstairs for breakfast. Unexpectedly, Sheng Shimo didn't leave early today. After going downstairs, he took his time and entered the restaurant.

After sweeping around the restaurant, he finally fixed his eyes on Wen churan sitting at the table and said sarcastically, "he didn't come today?"

He?

It should refer to Mu city.

Wen churan ignored him and ate breakfast himself.

In the prime of time, Mo went to her and sat down. At the moment of lowering his head, Wen churan suddenly said, "is your tongue ready?"

He immediately looked up, and his bright eyes seemed a little happy and surprised.

"You care about me?"

Wen churan held his chin and looked calmly. "I just want to know if you can tell me about xiaozhixun now."

As soon as this remark came out, Sheng Shimo's eyes dimmed again, and his voice was a little cold "pain! It still hurts! "

Lie!

If you can eat breakfast calmly, can't you talk to her more?!

Just left the presidential palace, I received a phone call again without accident.

At the other end of the phone, the subordinate reported that "president Mu Cheng is here again."

Again.

What a boring word.

After the meeting, Sheng Shimo drove back to the president, but when he was close to the gate of the presidential palace, he suddenly stopped and looked in from a distance.

In the hall, Mu Cheng was sitting on the sofa. Wen churan made him a cup of hot tea and sat down next to him.

They didn't know what they were talking about, and they laughed from time to time.

Get along warm and harmonious, a happy scene.

In his prime, Mo only looked at it quietly and lost any reaction. It was like falling into a dead silence, tall and straight but slightly lonely back, like a carefully carved sculpture.

The subordinates behind him carefully said, "don't you go in?"

After a long silence, I heard a word from the man's mouth.

"Don't go in."

The understatement of the four words, like mixed with a little lonely.

Don't go in.

Because the scene in front of him was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to disturb it.

Or because he hasn't seen such a happy laugh on Wen churan's face for a long time.

A moment later, Sheng Shimo turned around and ordered his subordinates, "in the future, if nothing important happens, you don't have to report to me."

"Yes." The subordinates scratched their heads and didn't understand what the president was thinking.

Sheng Shimo looked back and finally took a look at the hall. Then he left, and his figure moved away.

In the hall, Wen churan chatted and looked in the direction of the gate from time to time.

Mu Cheng noticed it and followed her to divert his attention.