Chapter 1233

The little milk can is right.

Anyway, we have to meet first.

The Secretary General's son is quite mysterious. For so long, I don't know what his real face is, and he refuses to show up.

I'll catch him this time.

Wen churan sat on the sofa, drinking tea and snacks. She felt a little bored. There was a TV in the hall, and she didn't dare to watch it. For fear of startling the snake, she had to brush her mobile phone.

Brushing, Wen churan's vision became more and more blurred, and his eyelids became more and more heavy.

Soon, he couldn't support it and went to sleep directly.

I don't know how long I slept. I just feel that my body is heavy in my sleep, like something is pressing me.

She woke up in a flash. Then she found that she had accidentally fallen asleep. She sat up straight and happened to see a man on the stairs.

Because the man is walking to the second floor, all Wen churan can see is his back.

But it was this figure that made Wen churan freeze his eyes.

She knows this figure!

Slender, weakened, lonely, slightly weak.

It was the back she saw when she broke into the wrong room at the last party.

Therefore, the man in front of us, the son of the secretary general, has never been seen before - Bai Yisi!

Wen churan was so excited that she got up from the sofa. She didn't know what suddenly slipped from her. She looked down and saw a blanket lying at her feet.

Looking at the blanket falling from her body and the back on the stairs, she suddenly seemed to understand something.

"Mr. Boyce, please stay!"

Hearing this call, the man on the stairs stopped his steps fiercely.

Wen churan immediately picked up the blanket on the ground, held it tightly in his hand, stared at the man with only his back on the stairs and asked softly, "did you cover me with this blanket?"

"No The man's tone is cold, but his voice is slightly weak.

Wen churan also heard the Secretary General's wife mention that her son was seriously injured after all, although he woke up, so he left more or less the root cause of the disease, and his body has been very weak.

This can be seen from his slow footsteps and slightly weak voice.

Therefore, Wen churan also turned his voice down. "Now that you're downstairs, can I talk to you... Face to face?"

"I said I didn't want to see you." Men are getting impatient.

Wen churan didn't speak any more, but crept to his back.

Although she didn't want to, she couldn't help it. He didn't want to see her. She had to meet him forcibly.

However, before Wen churan could get close, the man seemed to notice her action and suddenly shouted angrily, "don't get close to me!"

Wen churan suddenly stopped in fear and swallowed his saliva nervously.

"Well... I don't mean to offend, but I wonder... Why have you been unwilling to face me?"

Even if you hate her, you won't even show her your face?

She has no deep hatred with him.

At this time, the man smiled coldly, "there are many people who want to see me every day. Do I have to see them one by one?"

Good narcissism.

But the narcissistic words made Wen churan feel inexplicably familiar.

She couldn't remember why she was familiar.

"Mr. Boyce, you misunderstood. I didn't want to see you out of selfishness."