Chapter 637

  "..."

  Wen Churan was stunned for a moment.

What's the meaning? Let her take care of his injured son?

  No, according to normal development, shouldn’t both parties just say something polite?

  The President of Country Z, what kind of magic operation is this?

  Wen Churan thought he was joking, so he laughed in cooperation.

  Who knows, the President of Country Z asked again, "Ms. Wen did you agree?"

  Wen Churan's smile suddenly froze.

  He came for real?

   Country Z saw that she didn't speak, and smiled again, "Okay, then it's so decided."

Ah? Decided...what's the decision?

  Who should take care of his son!

  Wen Churan was about to tactfully refuse. Before he could speak, he was suddenly preempted by two voices.

"no!"

  Sheng Shimo and Sheng Ziyuan spoke in opposition at the same time in an extremely tacit understanding.

  Everyone looked at them and saw that both of them had a sullen face and a menacing posture, as if they might rush to beat the President of Country Z at any time.

The President of Country Z showed a look of embarrassment. "I also know that the responsibility for what happened today lies with my son, but now he was eaten by demons and injured and unconscious. Miss Wen is a **** man who came to subdue demons. Taking care of my son, on the one hand, you can ensure his safety and help him restore his memory. On the other hand, you may be able to catch that monster by this means, Miss Wen, what do you think?"

   is a perfect set of rhetoric. Wen Churan really doesn’t know how to refuse.

  If she refuses, it will appear that she is not sincerely subduing the monster, and it will inevitably be suspected by the President of Country Z.

  After much deliberation, Wen Churan had to nod his head, "President, what you said... is reasonable."

   "Then Miss Wen agreed?"

   "Yes." Wen Churan tried to maintain the already stiff smile on his face, enduring the resistance in his heart, gritted his teeth and said, "I agree!"

  The President of Country Z showed a satisfied smile.

  Wen Churan looked towards Sheng Shimo subconsciously, and just hit his sight. The man's eyes had a complex look that she couldn't understand, like an abyss, inexplicably terrifying.

   Soon, he looked away again, turned and left without saying a word, his back was as lonely as an iceberg.

  Sheng Ziyuan pulled Wen Churan into the unmanned bedroom, locked the door behind him, and asked in a cold voice, "Master, why do you agree to such a ridiculous request?!"

Wen Churan sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs tilted, and sighed, "You treat me as willing to agree? Are you willing to be an old mother to take care of others? The President of Country Z is all about it, obviously forcing me to agree. Moreover, he wants me to take care of his son so much. He must have an ulterior motive. Why don't I just take care of it?"

   "Purpose?" Sheng Ziyuan frowned slightly, suddenly rushed forward, and tightly grasped her arm. "Since you know that he has bad intentions, do you still agree?"

The man's strength was too strong, and Wen Churan was sore in pain, and while struggling, he said, "Don't get into the tiger's den, you won't be a tiger. If you want to know what his true purpose is, you can only agree to his request first, and...but... Just take care of his son, and..."

   "I don't want to." Sheng Ziyuan interrupted her suddenly, raised his hand and stroked her pink cheek, "Master, I don't want you to take care of other men."

  The man’s deep voice was filled with extreme dissatisfaction, and some childlike acts were faintly mixed.

  Wen Churan raised her head, and just hit a hot sight. The man’s deep eyes seemed to be a prisoner, and she had been tightly imprisoned, and she was not allowed to have any thoughts of fleeing.

  (End of this chapter)