Chapter 721

She roared, "I said I have no appetite. Can you stop bothering me!"

"Give you three seconds, open the door!"

Unexpectedly, there was a man's voice outside, even mixed with a trace of unhappiness.

Is it prime time ink?!

Wen churan immediately got out of the quilt and stared in the direction of the door.

Even with the door closed, she seemed to see his slender figure standing outside the door.

Is it really him? Not your own auditory hallucination?

Wen churan got out of bed and opened the door suspiciously. However, he saw the servant standing outside the door with food in his hand and persuaded him, "Miss Wen, you'd better eat more or less for the baby."

Isn't it prime time ink?

In an instant, a sense of loss spread rapidly in Wen churan's heart. Even his small face seemed to fade all the blood color and became extremely ugly.

Is it just your own auditory hallucination?

But it's so real!

Suddenly, Wen churan seemed to think of something. He suddenly raised his head, stretched his neck and looked at the other side of the corridor. Sure enough, he saw a shadow flash across the corner of the stairs.

The speed is very fast, almost just for a moment, but she still successfully captured it. She can even be 100% sure that the figure is Shengshi ink.

It wasn't her auditory hallucination just now. Mo did come in her prime!

But he left before she opened the door.

I think of some figures who have just fled around the corner.

Late at night, everything was quiet, and the study was still brightly lit.

In his prime, Mo sat at his desk with a pair of Gold Framed eyes on the bridge of his nose, which made the man look like a gentle scum and added a little more abstinence beauty.

He straightened his waist and looked extremely dignified, as if something big had happened.

I saw him holding the pen tightly in his right hand, and the knuckles of his fingers in his left hand were clear, facing a post it note on the desk.

It turned out that the reason why he looked serious and silent was actually brewing how to write.

Sheng Shimo thought of ANN trying to change her wedding dress at the presidential palace during the day.

Even if Wen churan doesn't see it, she will know his wedding with Ann after all.

He lifted his pen again and again several times, but he still couldn't write a word.

Looking at the dim moonlight outside the window, Sheng Shimo's pupils are shaking slightly.

It is said that as long as a king is in charge of a country, he will encounter a dilemma - mountains and rivers and beauty.

But the dilemma of flourishing ink is not so.

Because he never wants anything, and he doesn't like any beauty.

His dilemma is best known only by himself

The next morning, Wen churan got up. The servant brought candy as usual and watched her put the candy into her pocket before she left.

Some time ago, Ann sent her several sets of new clothes. Each set of clothes has a pocket on it. It should be convenient for her to carry candy with her.

As usual, a post it note was pasted on the tea table. Wen churan picked it up and looked very carefully line by line until she saw the last line. Her face changed instantly and stared at her stunned eyes, as if she saw something incredible.

The next second, she suddenly made a mess of the post it notes in her hand and smashed them into the trash can.

It's not difficult to find that Wen churan's eyes are a little red and clenched his fist. It's like he's holding back something. His whole body can't stop shaking.

I don't know how long it took before the pain of pinching her fingernails into her palm finally let her loose her fist.