Chapter 862

The secretary general does not understand why his Excellency the president is obsessed with a child.

Just because the child happened to save him?

In the silent study, there was only the sound of ink tapping on the desktop with its fingers.

Knock knock——

Light and powerful.

Pierce the eardrum, like beating the heart.

Suddenly, the voice stopped suddenly.

Then, there was a sound of wheels.

The wheels are rolling on the ground.

Originally, when he was in his prime, Mo sat in a chair and had already turned and faced the French window.

Outside the landing window is the garden of the presidential palace, where the flowers bloom brightly and are invincible all the year round. They are bathing in the warm sun and swaying with the breeze.

He remembered that Wen churan loved these flowers most. When she was pregnant with a little guy, she basically spent some time in the garden with a kettle every afternoon.

I was going to press a swing in the garden, but it was too dangerous because of her pregnancy.

When the sun was warm, she would lie on a chair in the back garden, taking a nap while stroking her belly. Next to it were snacks and tea, as well as her favorite mother and Baby magazine.

When the movement of touching her lower abdomen stops slowly, it means that she has completely fallen asleep, and the servant will come forward in time to cover her with a thin blanket.

If ink gets empty in the prime of time, he will serve all this.

Unfortunately, all this can only be reduced to a memory.

Five years have covered it with dark dust.

I can't catch it, touch it, and I can't see it anymore.

Thoughts gradually drift away, Sheng Shimo remembered the dialogue with the child when he had an asthma attack.

——"What are you... Doing?"

——"Save you!"

——"Help me?"

——"Yes! Save you by kissing! You see... You have been saved by me, so you should ask me to help the benefactor! "

Perhaps, the idea in his heart is not absurd, but real!

Therefore, he wants to find the child and urgently wants to confirm his inner thoughts!

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"The wind is sunny... The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant..."

Little fried dough sticks holding his cheek "little movie emperor, do you have a big poetic hair in the early morning?"

The little milk can glared at him, "no culture, it's terrible!"

Then, facing the French window, he opened his arms, as if embracing the warm sun. His small face with his eyes closed was full of enjoyment. The soft waxy voice slowly confided from his pink lips that "the sun is bright, the sky is clear, the flowers are red and willows are green, everything is renewed, the sun is hot, and the wind is smooth."

Little fried dough sticks muttered "Oh... Reciting the text!"

Just then, the door was suddenly opened. Mu Cheng stood outside the door and asked, "are you ready?"

"Ready!" The little milk can immediately opened his eyes, screamed and ran to the door, and suddenly rushed to Mu Cheng's arms.

Mu Cheng trimmed his collar and said, "well, it's very handsome."

The little milk can stretched out his hand and helped Mu Cheng sort out his collar like a model. "Well, Mu Cheng millet is also very handsome!"

The capital of country V has a lot of fun places.

In the morning, Mu Cheng went to the amusement park with a small milk can and a small fried dough stick.

This kind of thing is not suitable for adults like him. It's fun to play with small milk cans and small fried dough sticks.

After lunch in the restaurant, Mucheng went shopping with a small milk can and a small fried dough stick.

Playing is a child's nature, even the small milk can that has always been mature is no exception.

He's been crazy all day. It's more terrible than beating chicken blood.