Chapter 1234 Is this man hard-hearted?

  The man’s tone contemptuously "Who knows, are you out of selfish motives?"

  "……"

   Wen Churan's anger suddenly rose.

  I have never seen a man who is so narcissistic!

  If it hadn't been for the little milk pot, she would really want to rush to him and punch him.

But she had to endure, not only to endure, but also forced a smile, but she couldn't control her words and gritted her teeth. "Mr. Boise, you don’t know the purpose of my coming. Your father has worked hard for Country V for so many years, maybe I am not qualified, but I still want to express my sincere thanks to my...husband.

Now, the Secretary-General has fallen ill due to my son’s small milk tank. I am deeply sorry and I also want the Secretary-General to take a good rest. However, my son is still young, unable to take on the important task of managing the country alone, and someone needs to be around. Teaching is good. The only person who can replace the duties of the secretary-general is Mr. Boyce, so I only bother you twice. "

  Wen Churan's words are touching.

  She was immersed in her persuasion, but did not notice that when she said the words ‘my husband’, the man’s back trembled slightly, and the hand holding the stair railing became tighter.

  Seriously, normal people should be moved when they hear this.

  But the man did not say anything, and Wen Churan's heart began to play drums.

   Isn’t it?

  Reject this?

  Is this man hard-hearted?

  The final result proves that this man...has no intention at all!

  Because, without even saying a word, he stepped directly to the second floor, and his figure quickly disappeared without a trace, leaving Wen Churan stunned in place, messing for a long time.

  Wen Chuyun was so angry that he was about to explode, and fell on the sofa, only to find that he was always holding a blanket in his hand.

  The dark blue blanket, with a faint fragrance floating faintly, smells like a flash in the dark night, stunning in an instant, but fleeting.

  Is this sure that a man built her?

   Probably not...

  This man refused to even see her face to face, how could he help her with some blanket.

  This blanket should be covered by the servant.

  Back to the Presidential Palace, Wen Churan became anxious, and was so anxious that he couldn't even sleep at night.

  It’s been several days. In the past few days, some files that the little milk cans don’t know how to deal with have been placed next to each other. The more they are placed, the more they are piled up.

  I can’t keep going like this, let the little milk tank handle some simple government affairs.

no! She must find a way.

  There is really no way, she can only take a risk and choose an official to assist the small milk tank.

  In the early morning of the next day, Wen Churan just got up, and saw the little milk can sitting in the study, flipping through the documents, holding his mobile phone, and clicking at the documents.

  Wen Churan opened the door and asked what he was doing.

  Because according to the current situation, the small milk tank can handle very few things, there is no need to sit in the study so early.

  Small milk tank pressed the phone, and replied, “There are some things I don’t understand, take a photo of it and send it to the secretary-general. The secretary-general will teach me in a text message.”

Um? Still have this trick?

  Wen Churan approached, stared at the cell phone of the small milk can, and asked, "Is this a good trick? It should also disturb the Secretary-General's recuperation, right?"

The little milk tank shrugged. "It's not very useful. Important documents can't be photographed and sent to him. I'm afraid they will be stolen through Internet technology. There are many complicated points. The Secretary-General can't explain clearly to me by SMS. ."

  (End of this chapter)