Chapter 1207 This Matter Is Not Your Fault

Wen Churan couldn't help laughing, pinching the little milk can's soft cheeks, "So you also know that you have a bad temper."

The little milk can curled his lips, "I have a bad temper because I inherited it from you, hum!"

"Hey! Slippery tongue!" Wen Churan hugged the little milk can and pressed him hard into his arms, "You know how to bully your mother when you are so young?"

The little milk can struggled with his hands and feet, "Ah! Help, murdering my own son!"

They returned to the presidential palace with a lot of noise.

The next day, the little milk can had to follow the secretary-general to the conference hall to hold the first meeting for the government officials.

As a result, the little milk can stayed in bed and refused to get up.

Wen Churan pulled and pulled him hard, and he cried loudly, making a lot of noise, and insisted that he was tired and needed to rest.

There was no other way, so the Secretary General had to persuade him, "President Little Milk Can is only four years old, but he insists on taking on the responsibility of a country. It's really not easy for him. Let President Little Milk Can rest today."

Wen Churan was a little embarrassed, "Then... I'm really sorry to bother you, Secretary General. You came here without even your son."

The Secretary General waved his hand hurriedly, "No, no, Miss Wen, you are too kind. This is what I should do."

After the Secretary General left, Wen Churan wanted to pick up Little Milk Can and slap him on the butt.

But thinking of what the Secretary General said, it made sense.

After all, he was just a four-year-old child. He should have been happy at this age, but he had to take on such a heavy responsibility. He was really exhausted.

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

Little Milk Can slept until noon before waking up. After waking up, he had lunch and went to the game room to play games while Wen Churan was not paying attention.

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

Unexpectedly, on the second, third, and fourth days, his condition continued.

Wen Churan was completely furious, and in front of the Secretary-General, she picked him up and wanted to teach him a lesson.

He cried loudly, and while crying, he complained, "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's fun?!"

"I didn't want to do it in the first place, but you, mom, insisted on my help. I have to read so many words a day, my eyes are going blind, and there are a lot of people around me who don't listen to my nagging, my ears are almost deaf, woo woo woo... I don't want to be president, I don't want to help..."

"You..." Wen Churan was furious, raised his hand and slapped the little milk can on the buttocks.

The Secretary-General saw this and hurriedly stopped Wen Churan's hand.

"Miss Wen, calm down!"

As he said, he took the little milk can from her hand and carefully placed it on the bed.

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

Wen Churan couldn't let the Secretary General down, so she angrily said to the little milk can who was curled up on the bed, "Stay here obediently, I'll settle the score with you later!"

After saying this, she followed the Secretary General out of the bedroom.

Outside the bedroom, Wen Churan felt extremely ashamed, and even had no face to face the Secretary General.

She had clearly promised it herself, but the little milk can regretted it now.

"I'm so sorry, he's a child and doesn't know how to behave. I'll teach him a lesson later."

"Miss Wen, you don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. The task of managing a country is too heavy for a child. Besides, from the beginning to the end, he didn't do it voluntarily. He was deceived by us."