Chapter 496 A Lonely Three-Year-Old Boy

Eh~

Wen Churan complained secretly.

The president’s son really has a lot of problems!

After resting for a while in the guest room on the fourth floor, Wen Churan had nothing to do and was ready to visit this luxurious castle.

When passing the third floor, she suddenly stopped and couldn't help but think of Mr. Neil's words.

A solitary man occupying a floor alone.

In fact, she is not a very curious person, and she is not interested in other people's privacy.

But at this moment, it suddenly seemed like a mysterious force was driving her, causing her to take steps unconsciously.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he was already standing in the corridor on the third floor.

Forget it, you’re already here, so it’s not a big problem to just stop by and visit.

Anyway, President Neil said that his two sons and one daughter happened to be away from home.

After counting, there were about a dozen rooms on the entire third floor.

President Neil's eldest son certainly couldn't use so many rooms, but he still had to occupy them all.

how to say? It must be poverty that limits her imagination.

While walking, Wen Churan's footsteps suddenly stopped outside a room.

Because there was a wooden sign hanging on the door of that room. The wooden sign said in thick black fonts - No one allowed to enter!

When Wen Churan saw this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

She really wanted to ask that Mr. Neil.

Is his eldest son three years old?

There was even a wooden sign hanging outside the room!

The more it said "No entry for idlers," the more Wen Churan wanted to know what was in this room that could allow a lonely man to hang such a childish wooden sign.

She looked around and saw no one was around, so she carefully turned the door handle.

With a slight creak, the door was pushed open, Wen Churan quickly stepped into the room, and then carefully closed the door.

If your guess is correct, this should be a bedroom for people to live in.

Although the space is spacious, there are only a few scattered pieces of furniture and furnishings, but each piece is very unique, and at first glance, it looks like expensive high-end goods.

This shows that the lonely three-year-old boy has very good taste.

It's just that the style of the entire bedroom is too dark and quiet, making people feel an invisible sense of depression.

No matter how happy you are, you probably won't be happy if you stay in this bedroom.

There was a large bed near the floor-to-ceiling window. Wen Churan walked over and sat on it twice. It was very soft and comfortable.

There was also a set of clothes neatly placed beside the bed.

Judging from the design, it should be a riding outfit, very handsome and attractive.

Although Wen Churan cannot ride a horse and has never ridden a horse before, he really likes the feeling of being carefree and unrestrained on horseback.

Now that she has such a handsome riding outfit, it's hard for her not to be tempted.

The clothes belonged to someone else, so she couldn't try them on.

But this helmet... she should be able to try it on, right?

After a fierce battle in his mind, Wen Churan decided to wear it for a short while and then take it off.

Picking up the helmet, he slapped it on his head without hesitation.

It just so happens that there is a full-length mirror in the bedroom.

Wen Churan walked over and looked at himself wearing a helmet in the mirror. Suddenly he started to dance Uncle Psy's horseback riding dance, imagining that he was riding a horse and running wildly on the grassland.

"Drive! Drive! Come on~"

After a few minutes, when he had enough fun and was about to take off his helmet, Wen Churan found that his head was accidentally stuck.

No matter how hard she tried to pull it out, it was like pulling out a carrot until her neck almost broke, and the helmet just couldn't be taken off.

Wen Churan suddenly became anxious.

Go out and find someone for help? Damn it! How embarrassing!

But at this moment, slow footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

Then, the door handle was turned, and the door was about to be pushed open from the outside.

In desperation, Wen Churan got into bed.

Oh yo! Who could be the withdrawn three-year-old boy? Who will open the door now?

We'll find out tomorrow,

Tomorrow I will leave home and leave my parents to live in a dormitory at school. I am really reluctant to leave, alas!

Good night~