Chapter 637

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Wen churan was stunned for a moment.

what do you mean? Let her take care of his injured son?

No, according to the normal development, shouldn't both sides just say some polite words?

President of state Z, what is this divine operation?

Wen churan thought he was joking, so he laughed twice.

Who knows, the president of country Z asked again, "Miss Wen, did you agree?"

Wen churan's smile suddenly froze.

Is he serious?

When Z saw that she didn't speak, he smiled and said, "OK, that's it."

Ah? Decide... Decide what?

Who wants to take care of his son!

Wen churan was about to politely refuse. Before she could say anything, she was suddenly robbed by two voices.

"No way!"

Sheng Shimo and Sheng Ziyuan had a very tacit understanding and spoke against it at the same time.

The crowd looked for a voice and saw that they both had a gloomy face and a fierce posture. It seemed that they might rush up and beat the president of state Z at any time.

The president of state Z looked embarrassed. "I also know that the responsibility for what happened today lies with my son, but now he was eaten by the demon and was injured and unconscious. Miss Wen is a God who specially came to subdue the demon. If Miss Wen is willing to take care of my son, first, she can ensure his safety and help him recover his memory. Second, she may be able to catch the demon, What do you think, Miss Wen? "

It's a perfect set of words. Wen churan really doesn't know how to refuse.

If she refuses, it will appear that she is not sincerely accepting the demon, which will inevitably be doubted by the president of state Z.

After some careful consideration, Wen churan had to nod, "president, what you said... Is reasonable."

"Did Miss Wen agree?"

"Yes." Wen churan tried to keep a stiff smile on his face, endured his inner resistance, gritted his teeth and said, "I promised!"

Only then did the president of state Z show a satisfied smile.

Wen churan subconsciously looked at the flourishing ink and just bumped into his sight. The man's eyes hid a complex look she couldn't understand, like an abyss, inexplicably frightening.

Soon, he looked away and turned away without saying a word. His back was as cold as an iceberg.

Sheng Ziyuan pulled Wen churan into the deserted bedroom, locked the door, and asked coldly, "master, why do you agree to this absurd request?"

Wen churan sat on the sofa, crossed his legs and sighed, "do you think I'm willing to promise? Would you like to be a mother and take care of others? For the sake of that, the president of country Z obviously forced me to promise. Moreover, he wants me to take care of his son. He must have an ulterior purpose. Why don't I take the plan? "

"Purpose?" Sheng Ziyuan frowned slightly, suddenly rushed forward and firmly grasped her arm. "Since you know he has bad intentions, do you still promise?"

The man's strength was too strong. Wen churan was in pain. He struggled and said, "if you don't go into the tiger's den, you can't get a tiger's son. If you want to know what his real purpose is, you can only agree to his request first, and... Just take care of his son and... "

"I don't want to." Sheng Ziyuan suddenly interrupted her, raised his hand and stroked her pink cheek. "Master, I don't want you to take care of other men."

The man's low voice is filled with extreme dissatisfaction and vaguely mixed with some spoiled children.

Wen churan looks up and just bumps into a hot line of sight. The man's deep eyes seem to be a prison, which has tightly imprisoned her and forbids her to have any idea of escape.