Chapter 1019 You Care About Me

For some reason, Wen Churan suddenly felt awkward, and even her palms began to sweat. She felt so mean. Why did she drag a completely ignorant person into this?

Mu Cheng seemed to have noticed something and said, "Xiao Ran, you don't have to feel burdened. I volunteered to help. In the past five years, I have already regarded you and Xiao Nai Guan as... as relatives, so I don't want to hand you over to that man, Adair."

Who is willing to wade into such muddy water?

Mu Cheng said this just to make her feel at ease to accept his help.

Wen Churan understood it in her heart, so she still thanked him with an apology.

In the past five years, no matter what he did, she always said thank you, and she was never tired of thanking him. Mu Cheng had long been accustomed to it, so he gladly accepted this thank you.

The next day, Wen Churan went downstairs for breakfast. Unexpectedly, Sheng Shimo did not leave early today. After going downstairs, he walked into the restaurant slowly.

After sweeping around the restaurant, his eyes finally settled on Wen Churan who was sitting at the dining table. He said sarcastically, "He didn't come today?"

He?

He should be referring to Mu Cheng.

Wen Churan ignored him and ate breakfast by herself.

Sheng Shimo walked to sit opposite her. When he lowered his head, he suddenly heard Wen Churan say, "Is your tongue okay?"

He immediately looked up, and there seemed to be a little joy and surprise in his bright eyes.

"Are you concerned about me?"

Wen Churan held her chin with a calm look, "I just want to know if you can tell me about Xiao Zhixun now."

As soon as he said this, Sheng Shimo's eyes dimmed again, and his voice became a little colder, "It hurts! It still hurts!"

Lie!

You can eat breakfast leisurely, but you can't say a few more words to her? !

Just after leaving the Presidential Palace, as expected, I received another call.

On the other end of the phone, the subordinate reported, "President Mu Cheng is here again."

Again.

What a boring word.

After the meeting, Sheng Shimo drove back to the Presidential Palace, but when he was near the gate of the Presidential Palace, he suddenly stopped and looked inside from a distance.

In the hall, Mu Cheng was sitting on the sofa. Wen Churan made him a cup of hot tea and sat down next to him.

They didn't know what they were talking about, and they laughed from time to time.

They got along warmly and harmoniously, and they were very happy.

Sheng Shimo just watched quietly, without any reaction, as if he was in a dead silence. His tall but slightly lonely back was like a sculpture carefully carved.

The subordinate behind him said cautiously, "Aren't you going in?"

After a long silence, a word was heard from the man's mouth.

"Not going in."

The four words were lightly written, and it seemed to be mixed with a little loneliness.

Not going in.

Because the scene in front of him was too beautiful, he couldn't bear to disturb it.

Or because he hadn't seen such a hearty laugh on Wen Churan's face for a long time.

After a moment, Sheng Shimo turned around and ordered his subordinates, "In the future, if nothing major happens, you don't need to report to me anymore."

"Yes." The subordinate scratched his head, not understanding what the president was thinking.

Sheng Shimo turned around, took a last look at the hall, and then walked away, his figure gradually going away.

In the hall, Wen Churan chatted for a few words, turning his head to look at the door from time to time.

Mu Cheng noticed it and followed her to shift his gaze.