Chapter 1199 Whose little prince is this?

  After roughly discussing the arrangements for the ceremony, Wen Churan followed the secretary-general downstairs, just when Sheng Zhixun came in from outside the presidential palace.

  The Secretary-General said on the side, "Mr. Sheng has been in the funeral home for these two days."

  I haven't seen him for the past two days, and Wen Churan had already guessed his whereabouts.

  It’s only been two days. He has lost a lot of weight. He must be over-sad, and he can’t eat well and sleep well.

  Sheng Zhixun came directly to her, stopped, and the secretary-general found an excuse to leave.

  Wen Churan looked at him bald and distressed. Before he could speak, he heard him ask first, his voice hoarse and weak.

  "Sister-in-law, do you agree to let the little milk tank inherit the position of the fourth brother's president?"

"Um."

  Sheng Zhixun suddenly became a little bewildered, holding the corners of his clothes tightly with his hands, as if he was struggling with something.

  Wen Churan could see his strangeness, and asked "What's wrong with you?"

  I saw him lowered his head, like a kid who did something wrong, muttering with confidence, "Sister-in-law, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have said that you were cruel that day, I was just in a hurry..."

  It turned out to be for this kind of thing.

  Wen Churan sighed and patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, I didn't take it to heart."

   "Thank you Sisao, you are willing to make sacrifices for Sisao."

  Wen Churan pulled out a wry smile, "What is there to thank?"

  She is also repaying the sacrifice he once made for her.

   "You go to have a meal and sleep for a while." Wen Churan looked at Sheng Zhixun and whispered, "If this goes on, you will be exhausted."

Sheng Zhixun nodded.

  The next day, the customized dress was delivered to the Presidential Palace, and Wen Churan took it to try on the small milk can.

  Small milk tank expressed disgust, "It's so ugly, and it's so uncomfortable to wear."

  Wen Churan softly coaxed, "Just wear it for one day, no...just wear it for a few hours, just stick to it."

   "Ma Ma, am I the president of Country V from now on?" Little Milk Can suddenly asked.

  Wen Churan answered him while helping him arrange his sleeves.

   "Then...Does everyone have to listen to me?"

   "What? The kid wants to abuse his power as a kid?" Wen Churan patted the **** of the small milk can.

  The small milk tank pouted, "Then I can't be the president for nothing, otherwise, what is the difference with cheap labor..."

   "You kid, you really care about everything, and you can't afford to lose any money."

The dress is a small suit, tailored for the small milk tank. The design is unique but not exaggerated. When worn on the small milk tank, it instantly enhances his temperament, making him look like an aristocratic little prince, so handsome The whole person seems to be shining.

  Wen Churan led him to the mirror, laughing so hard that he couldn't keep up with each other, and his words of praise were like sea water.

   "Look! Look! Whose little prince is this!"

   "He is so handsome, he is worthy of being my son. He has inherited my excellent genes completely."

  Gu Nanpei opened the door and walked in. After seeing Gu Nanpei, his eyes were filled with love.

   "Wow! The little milk can is so handsome! My sister fan is almost falling into a girlfriend fan!"

  The little milk tank glanced at Gu Nanpei speechlessly, "Pull it down, you're an auntie, it’s almost the same!"

  Gu Nanpei leaned closer and squeezed the cheek of the small milk can, "grand milk powder is also willing."

  Wen Churan slapped Gu Nanpei on the head, "Tell me, who do you want to take advantage of?!"

  (End of this chapter)