Chapter 1214

Wen churan rubbed his head. "Maybe they just want their daughter to be good friends with you."

The little milk can tilted its mouth and didn't speak any more.

In the middle of the banquet, Wen churan was in a hurry. The secretary general asked her to go to the bathroom on the second floor.

On the second floor, however, there are too many rooms. Wen churan is afraid that he has been looking for one room by one. He peed his pants before he found it.

She asked the servant on the second floor. The servant pointed to the other side of the corridor and said, "just go to the end."

She thanked and rushed to the end of the corridor.

Who knows, at the end of the corridor, I saw that there were rooms on both sides, and the doors were the same. I couldn't see which one was the bathroom at all.

This

Wen churan bit his finger and tangled for a while. He simply chose the door and pushed it in.

As a result, I rushed in and saw a bedroom with black-and-white style, simple layout, but unique, not a bathroom.

No, wrong choice.

Wen churan was embarrassed. When she turned around and wanted to go out, she accidentally saw a figure standing in front of the floor to ceiling window in her bedroom.

It should be a man.

Why should I?

Because the figure was facing the French window, like watching the scenery outside the window, she could see only one figure, but from the figure's height and dress, it could be distinguished that it was a man.

He is about one meter nine tall, but he is very thin. He straightens his waist. The lines from neck to back and then to legs are extremely smooth, and the outline of the back of his head is particularly beautiful.

The moonlight shining through the window shrouded him, making him look like a God who would step on the clouds at any time.

It was just a touch of back, but it was inexplicably picturesque. It was so beautiful that Wen churan was stunned for a long time.

She quickly opened her mouth and explained, "sorry, I want to find a toilet. I accidentally pushed the wrong door."

The man was as motionless as a sculpture and didn't make a sound to respond to Wen churan.

Wen churan suddenly remembered that the Secretary General said his son was on the second floor.

Is the man in front of him his son?

Realizing this, Wen Chu cleared his throat and said, "excuse me... Are you the son of the secretary general?"

"Get out."

The man finally spoke, but only these two words.

The low voice knocked on the eardrum. It was particularly beautiful, but it was weak. It seemed that I couldn't breathe. However, these two words were simply determined.

Wen churan was stunned.

I didn't expect a man to give such an answer.

Undoubtedly, this is an inaccessible man, because Mingming is only a few steps away from him, but he gives Wen churan the feeling that he is as far away as thousands of mountains and rivers.

The cold breath from his bones was colder than the moonlight, as if it had reduced the temperature in the bedroom.

But on second thought, he thought there was nothing wrong. Somehow someone broke into his bedroom. Of course he would be unhappy.

Wen churan hurriedly apologized.

The man lost some patience and interrupted her coldly.

"If you feel sorry, disappear from my bedroom now!"

The secretary general is right that his son's health should be, and he has not fully recovered.

Because when the man said this sentence, he was a little off and on, like he couldn't make much effort. He needed to breathe every few words.

Obviously, this sentence is not long, but after he finished, he raised his hand to support the French window. It seems that this sentence exhausted all his strength, and his back is no longer as straight as before.