Chapter 1233 Inexplicable familiarity

  The little milk can is right.

  Anyway, you have to see the previous side first.

  The secretary-general’s son is quite mysterious. After so long, I don’t know what his true face is, and he has been reluctant to show up.

  He must be caught this time.

  Wen Churan was sitting on the sofa, drinking tea and eating snacks. She felt a little bored. There was a TV in the lobby and she did not dare to watch.

   Brushing, Wen Churan's vision became increasingly blurred, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

   Soon, she couldn't hold it up, and fell asleep directly.

  I don’t know how long I slept, I just feel that in my sleep, I feel my body is heavy, as if something is holding me down.

  She woke up instantly, only to realize that she had accidentally fallen asleep, and hurriedly sat up straight, and happened to see a man appearing on the stairs.

  Because the man is walking to the second floor, all Wen Churan can see is his back.

  But it was this back figure that made Wen Churan freeze his gaze all at once.

  She knows this figure!

   Slender, weakened, lonely, slightly weak.

  It was the back view she saw when she broke into the wrong room at the last banquet.

  So, the man in front of you, the son of the Secretary-General, has never been seen before—Boys!

  Wen Churan got up from the sofa with excitement. She didn't know what suddenly slipped from her. She lowered her head and saw a blanket lying beside her feet.

  Looking at the blanket falling from her body, and then at the back figure on the stairs, she suddenly seemed to understand something.

  "Mr. Bois, please stay!"

  Hearing this call, the man on the stairs suddenly stopped.

  Wen Churan immediately picked up the blanket on the ground, held it tightly in his hand, stared at the man with only his back on the stairs, and asked softly, "This blanket...Did you cover me?"

   "No." The man's tone was cold, but his voice was slightly weak.

  Before, Wen Churan also heard from the Secretary-General’s wife mentioning that although her son was awake, he was seriously injured after all, so there was more or less the root of the disease, and his body has been very weak.

  This can be seen in his slow footsteps and weak voice.

   Therefore, Wen Churan also lowered her voice, "Since you are downstairs, can I chat with you... face to face?"

   "I said, I don't want to see you." The man was already impatient.

  Wen Churan didn't speak any more, but walked to his back.

  Although she didn't want to be like this, but there was no way, he didn't want to see her, she could only compulsorily meet him once.

  It’s just that, before Wen Churan could get close, the man seemed to have noticed her movements and suddenly yelled, "Don’t come near me!"

  Wen Churan suddenly stopped in fright, swallowed nervously.

   "Um...I don't mean to offend, I only wonder...Why have you been reluctant to face me?"

   Even if you hate her, you won’t even want to give her a look, right?

  She and him have no grudges.

  At this time, only the man smiled coldly, "There are many people who want to see me every day, do I have to see them one by one?"

  Good narcissistic words.

   But these narcissistic words made Wen Churan feel inexplicably familiar.

  Why is it so familiar to her? She couldn't remember it for a while.

  "Mr. Boise, you have misunderstood. I don't think it was selfish to see you."

  (End of this chapter)