Seeing Wen churan sitting in a wheelchair, the little milk can opened her mouth and cried, "Ma Ma, what's the matter with you? Why are you in a wheelchair? Are you disabled? Whoa, whoa... "

Wen churan couldn't laugh or cry. He stood up from his wheelchair with him. "Ma Ma is not disabled. You see, Ma Ma can stand, walk, jump and run!"

When the little milk can opened, his eyes were hazy. Seeing that Wen churan stood upright and had nothing to do with his legs, he stopped crying.

Suddenly, he noticed Boyce standing silently behind him and asked curiously, "Ma Ma, is this handsome uncle your sick friend?"

Wen churan was so frightened that he hurriedly covered the mouth of the small milk can. "Don't talk nonsense, children, they are very healthy!"

Then, he smiled apologetically at Boyce behind him. "Children are like this. Don't mind."

Boyce glanced at the little milk can and didn't react too much.

Wen churan leaned close to the ear of the small milk can and whispered, "he is the son of the Secretary General. Maybe he will become your teacher soon."

The little milk jar stared at this.

"He... He's that bad temper?!"

Still in the small milk can, the sound is not loud.

Wen churan covered his mouth again. "Shh, don't talk nonsense. Just call a nickname behind his back. You can't call a nickname in front of him. You have to call him a teacher in the future."

The little milk can looked incredible. "Has he promised?"

"Well... Almost."

The little milk can disdained, "promise is promise, don't promise is no promise, it's a lot worse. Well, I see his face is treacherous, Ma Ma, don't be fooled by him!"

“……”

Just now he was called handsome uncle. Now he looks treacherous?

Boyce wandered around the hall of the presidential palace for a few times, then returned to Wen churan and said, "in recent times, no matter what activities, don't go out easily. This thing won't end like this. My father and I will solve it. Don't worry about anything."

Wen churan nodded obediently, "OK, I see."

"Then you have a rest. I'll go first."

Bai Yisi stared at Wen churan's leg. After a moment of silence, he said, "your calf injury hasn't healed yet. Don't walk."

Wen churan smiled. "Mm-hmm, I remember."

She turned and looked out of the president's house again.

Looking at the man's back, Wen churan couldn't help sighing. "I think I'm still too narrow-minded. Mr. Boyce is still very good."

Not only saved her and helped her solve the matter of chairman Zhang, but also cared about her health.

The little milk can skimmed its mouth. "Ma Ma, are you crazy again?"

Wen churan regained his mind and stretched out his hand to flick the forehead of the small milk can. "What is it? When did Ma Ma commit flower mania? If others are good, we should admit the excellence of others. Do you understand? "

The little milk jar spits out its tongue towards Wen churan "slightly..."

——

Boyce is right. It's not over yet. It won't end easily.

Chairman Zhang wrote a blood letter and knelt outside the presidential palace every day. He said he was wronged and asked Wen churan to show evidence.

Gradually, the outside world began to question.

Yes, Wen churan said that Chairman Zhang kidnapped her. What about the evidence?

Not at all, but with one mouth, it's too unconvincing.

But chairman Zhang has also served for many years. He is a veteran of country v. he can retire in a few years. How can he have any rebellious thoughts at this time.