Limited Time Hidden Marriage

After Wen Churan left, Bai Yisi lowered his eyebrows and looked a little lonely.

But soon, he seemed to realize something, and forced himself to cheer up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the bed, opened the curtains, and saw Wen Churan exiting the door of the villa and getting into a car. version of Lincoln.

Soon, the car disappeared into the night.

Then he slowly lowered the curtains.

The next day, Wen Churan came over again, busy taking care of Boyce.

The servants in the villa couldn't help but started talking, "Isn't this Miss Wen interested in our young master?"

"She is President Adair's woman. Although President Adair has passed away, if she really falls in love with our young master, it may affect his reputation and want to marry our young master's rich ladies. There’s already a long queue!”

Wen Churan stood on the second floor, listening to the servants on the first floor gathering together and talking. She scratched the back of her head and began to wonder if she was being too attentive.

In fact, she just felt guilty.

Unexpectedly, when she turned around, she happened to see Boyce standing behind her at some point, which startled her.

"You...why are you out? And you're wearing so little. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold again? Go back to the bedroom quickly."

Boyce looked up at the group of servants downstairs who were still chattering, "What are they talking about?"

"No, they were just chatting." Wen Churan didn't tell the truth and kept driving Bai Yisi into the bedroom.

Back in the bedroom, Wen Churan felt a little awkward and said, "Um...your health is almost better, right? Then I won't come over tomorrow. It just so happens that the Presidential Palace has some things to do."

Boyce sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, his posture was lazy but elegant, and he said unhurriedly, "Is there anything I need you to do?"

"..."

Well, she seems to be the most relaxed one in the presidential palace.

"Anyway... I just have something to do. Mr. Boyce, just take a good rest. You can rest for a few more days. There is no need to rush to the Presidential Palace."

Boyce frowned slightly, seeming a little displeased, and responded calmly, "Yes, I understand."

Wen Churan left before nightfall.

As soon as she left, Boyce called the servants who had been gossiping downstairs during the day to come to him.

He was sitting on the sofa with a condescending attitude and a terrifyingly cold face.

"Should you recruit it yourself, or do you need me to use some means?"

The servants were so frightened that they hurriedly summoned him.

After hearing what Bai Yisi said, his face suddenly darkened, as if a thunderous wrath was about to come, scaring the servants so much that they were shaking like a sieve.

"I'm warning you, if you dare to talk nonsense next time, you won't be able to keep your tongue anymore!"

Boyce warned fiercely.

The servants hurriedly covered their mouths with their hands and nodded vigorously, fearing that their tongues would really be cut off.

Wen Churan thought that Bai Yisi would rest for a few more days, but he did not expect that he would appear at the Presidential Palace early the next morning.

Wen Churan said in surprise, "Mr. Boyce? Are you feeling well? I told you that you can rest for a few more days."

Boyce said coldly, "State affairs cannot be delayed, and... you have left the president with a small milk can for so long, and the government affairs have already piled up."

He deliberately emphasized the tone of the next sentence.

Anyone who is not a fool can understand the meaning behind his words.

Wen Churan was so scared that he was staring at him. He didn't know what to say in response, so he could only giggle twice.