Limited Time Hidden Marriage

   Chapter 1207 You are not to blame for this matter

  Wen Churan couldn't help but smile, pinching the soft cheeks of the small milk can, "So you know you have a bad temper."

  The little milk pot pouted, "I have a bad temper and I inherited you too, huh!"

   "Hey! Greasy mouth and tongue!" Wen Churan grabbed the small milk can, and pressed him hard in his arms, "Is it a little bit big to bully Ma Ma?"

  The little milk tank is struggling and dancing, "Ah! Help, murder my son!"

   So noisy all the way back to the presidential palace.

  The next day, the small milk tank needs to follow the secretary-general to the conference hall to hold the first meeting for the government officials.

  As a result, the little milk tank couldn't get up on the bed.

  Wen Churan pulled hard, and he cried with his throat, making it uneasy, saying that he had to rest when he was tired.

  No way, the Secretary-General had to persuade him, “The President of Little Milk Tank is only four years old, but he insists on taking on the responsibility of a country. It is really not easy for him. Let the President of Little Milk Tank take a rest today."

  Wen Churan was a little embarrassed, "That...that really troubled you the Secretary-General, so that you ran over without even your son."

  The secretary-general hurriedly waved his hand, "No trouble, no trouble, Miss Wen said seriously, this is all I should do."

After the secretary-general left, Wen Churan waited to pick up the little milk can and slapped him on the bottom.

  But thinking of the Secretary-General’s words, I think it makes sense.

  After all, he is just a four-year-old kid, who should be a happy age, but he has to take on such a heavy responsibility, which is indeed exhausting him.

  Thinking about this, Wen Churan felt distressed again, so let him rest for a day.

  The little milk tank woke up until noon, and ate lunch after waking up. When Wen Churan wasn't paying attention, he immediately went to the game room to play games.

  Wen Chuan didn't care about it, after all, he had decided to let him rest for a day.

  Who knows, the second day, third day, fourth day, his state has continued.

  Wen Churan was completely on fire, and held him in his hand in front of the Secretary-General, trying to teach him.

  He was crying, crying and complaining, "I don’t want to be president, it’s not fun at all!"

  Wen Churan angrily scolded “Let you be president and manage a country. Who told you it was for fun?!”

"I didn't want to, it's Ma Ma, you insisted on asking me to help. I have to read so many words a day, and my eyes are going to be blind. There are still a lot of people around me and talking, my ears are all I'm almost deaf, oooooooo...I don't want to be president, I don't want to help..."

   "You..." Wen Churan was short of breath, raised his slap and greeted the little milk tank's ass.

  The secretary-general saw this on the side and hurriedly stopped Wen Churan's hand.

   "Miss Wen, calm down your anger!"

   said, took the small milk can from her hand, and put it on the bed carefully.

   "Miss Wen, let's go out and talk first."

  Wen Churan couldn't save the secretary-general's face, so he angered the small milk can that was shrinking into a dumpling on the bed, "Just stay here, and I'll settle the account with you later!"

   Leaving this sentence, he followed the secretary-general and left the bedroom.

  Outside the bedroom, Wen Churan felt extremely ashamed, and even faced the Secretary-General without a face.

   Obviously she agreed to it personally, but now the little milk can is regretting it again.

   "I'm sorry, he is a kid who is not sensible, I will teach him a lesson later."

"Ms. Wen does not have to apologize. You are not to blame for this matter. The task of managing a country is too heavy for a child. Besides, he is not voluntary from beginning to end. They were all deceived by us."

  (End of this chapter)