Chapter 846 Revenge for Mucheng Shu

This question also made Sheng Shimo fall into deep thought.

He frowned for a moment and said, "He didn't offend me."

The secretary-general breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

That is to say, the two of them have just met, so even if they want to offend, they don’t have time!

"but…"

At this moment, Sheng Shimo's voice was heard again.

"I just hate him."

The tone was unusually firm.

At once?

These are words that only an unreasonable child can say.

But it's not like the style of His Excellency the President.

The secretary-general carefully observed Sheng Shimo's expression and saw a hint of confusion in the man's eyes.

He seemed to be wondering why he hated the president of country E.

Sheng Shimo had never hated someone so inexplicably.

Even from the first sight.

If asked, what exactly does he dislike about the President of Country E, he can't tell the reason.

Perhaps, to put it more cliché, it's because I don't have any eye contact.

The Secretary-General was advising from the side, "Your Excellency, if you really hate him, just tolerate it for now. After all, we have always had trade relations with Country E, and there are many ongoing cooperation projects. If it really breaks down, Being shameless is of no benefit to us, Country V."

Sheng Shimo's handsome face showed an impatient look, and he said three words simply and concisely - "I'll try my best."

For some reason, the secretary-general's heart was beating fast, and he had a vague feeling that something big was going to happen.

I hope... I hope everything goes well...

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At night, Little Milk Tank was lying on the bed, making a video call with Wen Churan, her little mouth pointing at the phone like a machine gun.

"That President of Country V is just a turtle, an old turtle, a big bastard. He bullied my little bitch, I want to draw a circle and curse him. Curse him for drinking water and pouring it into his nostrils, for eating to get stuck in his throat, for bathing and stepping on soap, and for wrestling. Shit into the pit!"

Mucheng was helping the small milk jug brew cowboy on the side and couldn't help but chuckle.

You don't need to think about it to know that he must have learned these curse words from his mother.

In the video, Wen Churan's face turned pale with fright, and his voice was trembling, "You...have you seen him?"

"No." Little Milk Can shook his little head and said angrily, "If I can see him, I will give him a kick to avenge Mucheng Sichuan!"

"Don't!" Wen Churan hurriedly stopped him and ordered forcefully, "If you really see him, you must remember to take a detour!"

The little milk can blinked curious eyes, "Why do you have to take a detour?"

Wen Churan lied, his face not red, his heart not beating: "Because he is too fierce, Mom is afraid that you will be bullied by him, so I hope you can stay away from him."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" Little Milk Pot patted his chest. "Milk Pot is not afraid. Milk Pot's flying short legs will definitely beat him to the ground and roll around."

Wen Churan praised very cooperatively, "Mom knows you are great, but because Mom is not by your side, if you do something dangerous, Mom will be very worried! So, as a well-behaved and sensible little milk tank, In order not to worry Mom, shouldn’t we stay away from danger?”

These words sound somewhat reasonable.

Little Milk Can scratched the back of his head and couldn't help but feel distressed.

Should I avenge Uncle Mucheng, or should I listen to Mama and stay away from danger?

At this time, someone suddenly held his head down.

Little Milk Tank raised his head and saw Mucheng Shumao standing in front of him.