Chapter 1207

Wen churan couldn't help laughing and holding the soft cheek of the small milk can, "so you know you have a bad temper."

The little milk jug skimmed. "I have a bad temper. I inherited you, hum!"

"Hey! Glib "Do you know how to bully him a little bit?"

The little milk can danced and struggled "ah! Help, murder your own son! "

All the way back to the presidential palace.

The next day, the small milk can needs to follow the Secretary General to the conference hall for the first meeting of government officials.

As a result, the little milk can can't get up in bed.

Wen churan pulled hard. He cried at the top of his voice. It was so restless that he had to say that he was tired and wanted to rest.

No way, the Secretary General had to persuade him, "the little milk can president is only four years old, but it is really not easy for him to bear the heavy responsibility of a country. Let the little milk can president rest today."

Wen churan was embarrassed. "Well... That really bothered the Secretary General. You ran here without your son."

The Secretary General quickly waved his hand, "no trouble, no trouble, Miss Wen said seriously, this is what I should do."

After the Secretary General left, Wen churan wanted to pick up the milk can and slap his ass.

But when I think of what the Secretary General said, I think it also makes sense.

After all, he is only a four-year-old child. He should have been happy, but he is really tired to bear such a heavy task.

In this way, Wen churan feels distressed again and simply lets him rest for a day.

The little milk jar woke up at noon. After waking up, he had lunch. When Wen churan didn't pay attention, he immediately went to the game room to play games.

Wen churan doesn't care. After all, he has decided to let him rest for a day first.

Who knows, the next day, the third day, the fourth day, his state has continued.

Wen churan was completely angry. He took him in front of the Secretary General and wanted to teach him a lesson.

He cried and complained, "I don't want to be president. It's not easy to play!"

Wen churan angrily denounced "let you be president and manage a country. Who told you it was fun?!"

"I didn't want to. You have to ask me for help. If I have to read so many words a day, my eyes will be blind. There are a lot of people around me who don't listen to me. I'm almost deaf. Sobbing... I don't want to be president, I don't want to help..."

"You..." Wen churan was so angry that he raised his palm and said hello to the ass of the small milk can.

Seeing this, the Secretary General hurriedly stopped Wen churan's hand.

"Don't be angry, Miss Wen!"

Then she took the little milk can from her hand and put it carefully on the bed.

"Miss Wen, let's go out and talk first."

Wen churan couldn't brush the face of the secretary general, so he angrily said to the small milk can shrinking into a ball on the bed, "stay here and settle with you later!"

Leaving this sentence, he followed the Secretary General out of the bedroom.

Outside the bedroom, Wen churan felt very ashamed and even had no face to face the Secretary General.

Obviously she promised it herself, but now the little milk can goes back on its word.

"I'm really sorry. He's a child. I'll teach him a lesson later."

"Miss Wen doesn't have to apologize. I don't blame you for this. The task of managing a country is too heavy on a child. Moreover, he is not voluntary from beginning to end. He was deceived by us."