Chapter 500
The golden ladder shines on the man above.
The elegant pace, like a king in the world, exudes a light that can't be seen directly.
Too bright, too dazzling.
People can't help but give birth to a sense of worship and admiration from the bottom of their heart.
However, when he saw the warm first dye in front of the table, his indifferent eyes were broken a little bit.
He frowned slightly, but soon stretched out again. As if nothing had happened, he sat opposite Wen churan, but directly regarded her as air.
Wen churan was wronged and annoyed.
After this, his image must be broken in his heart.
During the meal, President Neil kept adding dishes to Wen churan, "Miss Wen, eat more. You're too thin."
Wen churan continues with a dry smile, but his eyes are always staring at the prosperous ink opposite.
The man is eating wholeheartedly, his posture is slow and elegant, and his every move is as beautiful as a picture scroll.
But in a moment, he put down the dishes and chopsticks, stood up and said to President Neil indifferently, "take your time."
Then he left his seat and stepped up the stairs.
Wen churan's eyes always follow the man, watching his figure drift away, and finally disappear.
President Neil said, "my eldest son Adair is not bad, but he is withdrawn. I hope Miss Wen doesn't mind."
After hesitating for a while, Wen churan couldn't help asking, "so... Has your son been so lonely since childhood?"
Facing the president, she can't directly question whether others are his own son, but can only ask indirectly.
President Neil's face changed slightly and soon returned to normal. He smiled and said, "yes, he has been very lonely and independent since childhood."
from childhood?
In his prime, Mo Mingming grew up in Sheng's family!
So president Neil is lying!
As for why he lied, there must be an unknown secret during this period.
Whatever it is, let Sheng Shimo restore his memory is the primary task at present.
Wen churan didn't directly expose president Neil's lie, and casually changed the topic "where's your little son and daughter?"
President Neil replied, "the two of them went to the field to sketch. They won't come back until three days later. They must be introduced to Miss Wen at that time."
Wen churan nodded with a smile and didn't speak again.
After dinner, when he went upstairs, he passed the third floor, and Wen churan stopped again.
Her heart pounded as she looked at the dark corridor.
I never dreamed that this day would come so fast and so suddenly.
At this moment, the distance between him and her was only a few steps away.
She was crazy and wanted to find him.
Now, now.
But Wen churan held back.
I'm not only afraid of his cold treatment, but also afraid of being despised by him.
After sighing, he walked to the fourth floor.
When Wen churan returned to his bedroom, he found that his bedroom was in the same position as Sheng Shimo's bedroom.
In other words, the ink was under her feet in full bloom?
Can he hear her stepping on the floor?
With this idea in mind, Wen churan immediately took action, stood on the floor and jumped hard, and then listened carefully to the movement downstairs.
Time passed minute by minute.
Let alone the movement, there was not even a little wave.
well! Wen churan doesn't believe this evil.
She doesn't believe that she can still sleep when she continues to jump!
The elegant pace, like a king in the world, exudes a light that can't be seen directly.
Too bright, too dazzling.
People can't help but give birth to a sense of worship and admiration from the bottom of their heart.
However, when he saw the warm first dye in front of the table, his indifferent eyes were broken a little bit.
He frowned slightly, but soon stretched out again. As if nothing had happened, he sat opposite Wen churan, but directly regarded her as air.
Wen churan was wronged and annoyed.
After this, his image must be broken in his heart.
During the meal, President Neil kept adding dishes to Wen churan, "Miss Wen, eat more. You're too thin."
Wen churan continues with a dry smile, but his eyes are always staring at the prosperous ink opposite.
The man is eating wholeheartedly, his posture is slow and elegant, and his every move is as beautiful as a picture scroll.
But in a moment, he put down the dishes and chopsticks, stood up and said to President Neil indifferently, "take your time."
Then he left his seat and stepped up the stairs.
Wen churan's eyes always follow the man, watching his figure drift away, and finally disappear.
President Neil said, "my eldest son Adair is not bad, but he is withdrawn. I hope Miss Wen doesn't mind."
After hesitating for a while, Wen churan couldn't help asking, "so... Has your son been so lonely since childhood?"
Facing the president, she can't directly question whether others are his own son, but can only ask indirectly.
President Neil's face changed slightly and soon returned to normal. He smiled and said, "yes, he has been very lonely and independent since childhood."
from childhood?
In his prime, Mo Mingming grew up in Sheng's family!
So president Neil is lying!
As for why he lied, there must be an unknown secret during this period.
Whatever it is, let Sheng Shimo restore his memory is the primary task at present.
Wen churan didn't directly expose president Neil's lie, and casually changed the topic "where's your little son and daughter?"
President Neil replied, "the two of them went to the field to sketch. They won't come back until three days later. They must be introduced to Miss Wen at that time."
Wen churan nodded with a smile and didn't speak again.
After dinner, when he went upstairs, he passed the third floor, and Wen churan stopped again.
Her heart pounded as she looked at the dark corridor.
I never dreamed that this day would come so fast and so suddenly.
At this moment, the distance between him and her was only a few steps away.
She was crazy and wanted to find him.
Now, now.
But Wen churan held back.
I'm not only afraid of his cold treatment, but also afraid of being despised by him.
After sighing, he walked to the fourth floor.
When Wen churan returned to his bedroom, he found that his bedroom was in the same position as Sheng Shimo's bedroom.
In other words, the ink was under her feet in full bloom?
Can he hear her stepping on the floor?
With this idea in mind, Wen churan immediately took action, stood on the floor and jumped hard, and then listened carefully to the movement downstairs.
Time passed minute by minute.
Let alone the movement, there was not even a little wave.
well! Wen churan doesn't believe this evil.
She doesn't believe that she can still sleep when she continues to jump!