Chapter 953

I don't know how long it took to reach the presidential palace. Before the car stopped, Sheng Shimo got off with Wen churan and rushed to the presidential palace.

The little fried dough sticks sitting in the driver's seat looked up, closed their eyes and folded their hands, as if they were praying.

The little milk can blinked with curious eyes, "little fried dough sticks, what are you doing?"

The little dough stick replied, "I'm praying for president Mu Cheng's forgiveness every other space. I hope he can forgive me for standing for a second. President Adair and Miss Wen, because they two... Match each other so well!"

Small milk cans buckle nose, silently Tucao in my heart: can I make complaints about Baba and hemp?

wait! incorrect! Why did he help the big pervert?

Pooh, Pooh, Pooh! Not at all, not at all!

Sheng Shimo directly takes Wen churan back to his bedroom, then gently puts her on the sofa and sits down. She looks like she is treating a treasure.

As soon as he was put down, Wen churan retreated into the corner of the sofa and tried to stay away from him.

She was already thin. At this moment, she curled up and looked weaker. People couldn't help feeling pity when they saw her.

She seems to be thinner than she was five years ago. When she picked it up, she didn't have any weight. She can even clearly feel her bones, which is a little harsh.

When she was in full bloom, Mo's heart suddenly softened. Unconsciously, she stretched out her hand and wanted to lift the hair on her left cheek.

Wen churan was so excited that he grabbed his hand and widened his eyes, just like a frightened little white rabbit.

Sheng Shimo also knew that he should have frightened her. He comforted her in a soft voice, "look at me, I can't do anything..."

Wen churan's frightened look gradually eased, and his hands became loose.

Sheng Shimo lifted her hair again and moved gently for a long time. I was afraid it would scare her again.

When I opened my hair, I saw a vertical scar on a woman's beautiful face. It was like a perfect thing. There were defects, even if there was only a little, it was very conspicuous.

Looking at it, Sheng Shimo still couldn't help wiping the scar with his finger abdomen.

There was not much reaction at the initial temperature.

"How did it... Scratch?"

In fact, you can know without asking. Iron must have scratched when jumping off a cliff.

But Sheng Shimo just wanted to ask.

I want to know what happened to her.

It's like you can share some pain for her after you know it.

"Stone." Wen churan replied coldly.

Words and phrases, no more description.

Sheng Shimo was so distressed that he hurried to say, "it doesn't matter. I can ask the best cosmetic doctor to help you remove this scar and your feet... I can take you to rehabilitation. It will be fine, it will be fine."

I don't know whether he is comforting her or himself.

Facing the man's eagerness, Wen churan only said three words.

"No."

The refusal was thorough.

Sheng Shimo suddenly got up, then rushed into the corner of the sofa and held her in his arms.

Before she resisted, he couldn't wait to say, "let's start over, Wen churan... Let's start over..."

Wen churan didn't expect that he would suddenly say such words. After a few seconds, he let out a sigh of relief from his mouth.

"Five years, everything has changed, and we... Can't start over."

"Yes, yes!" Sheng Shimo is like a child without a sense of security. He hugs her harder and harder, as if he wants to integrate her into his bones and blood.