Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

The next day, Cheng Wanzhong woke up early in the morning.

She washed first, then changed her clothes and made the bed where she had slept.

Then she walked to the window. From her room, she could just see the yard in front of the villa.

Cheng Wanzhong looked down and saw that there was no car parked on the lawn. It seemed that the man had not returned yet.

Cheng Wanzhong pursed his lips, unable to tell whether he was relieved or relieved.

dong dong dong-

"Miss Wanzhong, we're going downstairs for dinner." Aunt Rong knocked on the door.

"okay."

Cheng Wanzhong glanced into the yard again, sighed softly, turned towards the door, opened it, and went downstairs with the nanny.

There are four people in this villa, including a nanny and two maids.

They all treated her very well. Cheng Wanzhong hadn't been so relaxed for a long time since his family went bankrupt.

It's like going back to the time when her father was a little sweetheart.

Her father really doted on her. Except for a quarrel about their second marriage, the father and daughter got along well at other times.

Cheng Wanzhong's mother died young, and she had no objection to her father marrying again, but that woman happened to be the mother of her classmate.

She doesn't like this woman because her daughter is very bad, Cheng Wanzhong is spoiled, and she is unreasonable.

Her father also had a donkey temper and insisted on marrying this woman. In desperation, Cheng Wanzhong called her father a bad person, and her father slapped her.

Afterwards, her father gave her 500 million for medical expenses and a Maserati to cover the mental damage, and the matter was over.

Recalling the days when he was a sweetheart, Cheng Wanzhong sighed.

Things are unpredictable. No one expected that the Cheng family would go bankrupt, and probably her beautiful stepmother didn't either.

After breakfast, Cheng Wanzhong followed the nanny like a little hamster. When Aunt Rong washed the dishes, she handed her dish soap, when Aunt Rong wiped the dishes, she handed over rags, and when Aunt Rong took things, she helped open the refrigerator.

Aunt Rong was amused by this little girl, "Miss Wanzhong, is there something you want to tell me?"

"Yes." Cheng Wanzhong nodded sheepishly, then took Aunt Rong's wrist and said, "Aunt Rong, when will Sir come back?"

Aunt Rong thought she wanted to go home, so she comforted her, "Sir, he said he would be back this morning, around ten o'clock. Don't worry, he is not a bad guy and will send you home safely."

"Oh, I understand, Aunt Rong." She still had to be sent back.

Cheng Wanzhong was in a bad mood.

She didn't want to talk, so she went back to her room to be alone.

What should I do?

It must never be returned.

Cheng Wanzhong was so annoyed that he walked around the room with his hands folded.

No, she had to calm down and think of a solution.

right! calm!

This is the life principle her father taught her.

Three minutes later, Cheng Wanzhong felt that her father was really standing and talking without pain in his back. She couldn't calm down in this situation at all.

Unknowingly, it was ten o'clock. Before Cheng Wanzhong could think of a response, he heard the sound of a car engine coming from the yard.

She immediately walked to the window, supported the window sill with her two small hands, and leaned forward to look down.

The black Ferrari stopped, the driver's door was opened from the inside, and then a man wearing black short-sleeves got out, closed the door, and walked in.

It must be that gentleman.

He is back.

Cheng Wanzhong turned around and walked towards the door. When her fingertips were about to touch the door handle, she quickly retracted like a little turtle.

No, she's scared.

Downstairs, Wen Ruo walked into the villa, and Aunt Rong came forward and said, "Sir, you are here."

"Well, where's that little girl?" Wen Ru asked, without the weak figure in his eyes.

"Miss Wanzhong is upstairs, I'll go see her."

"it is good."

After a while, Aunt Rong came downstairs, "Sir, Miss Wanzhong said she has a fever, her face is red, and she looks very uncomfortable. Please go up and check on her, and I'll get antipyretic medicine."

Wen Ru frowned, "Yeah."

She fell ill as soon as he arrived. Is he really not suitable to take care of children?

Wen Ru went upstairs, walked through the corridor, and stopped in front of the unlocked door opposite the master bedroom. He raised his hand and knocked.

"Evening bell?"

A few seconds later, a "weak" coughing sound came from the room. The coughing sound made Wenli feel that the little girl in the room would die in the next second.

"Come in...come in."

Sure enough, his voice sounded as if he was about to die soon.

Wen Ru frowned, so serious?

He opened the door and walked in. Cheng Wanzhong immediately increased his power and coughed a few times, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

While coughing, she looked at him carefully.

The man is tall, dressed in simple but stylish clothes, with a face as delicate as a god, with long and narrow eyes, a high nose, and thin lips. He is good-looking, but he looks like a bad guy.

He must have been an unruly and unruly person when he was young. Now that he is [-] years old, his behavior has become somewhat calm, but the legacy of his youthful romance can still be seen.

Cheng Wanzhong felt that he was dangerous and did not seem like a nice person at all.

"Why is she so sick?" Wen Ru asked. He bent down and pulled the quilt covering her chest to her chin. He raised his hand and put his palm on her forehead.

This isn’t very hot! Could it be a cold?

The moment he put his hand on her forehead, Cheng Wanzhong was so nervous that his heart jumped into his throat.

I was afraid that this man would find something wrong.

Fortunately, Wen Rui took her hand away after a while. Aunt Rong went upstairs with the medicine and handed her the cup to make the cold drink.

"Thank you, Aunt Rong." Cheng Wanzhong sat up from the bed, held the water glass in both hands, raised his head and drank it all in one breath.

In fact, she was also very nervous, but in order not to be pushed back, Cheng Wanzhong risked her life.

Aunt Rong took the water glass and left, leaving only Wen Su and Cheng Wanzhong in the bedroom.

Cheng Wanzhong hummed and lay down, pulled the quilt to cover himself, and then blinked at Wen Li, "Sir, I want to sleep."

She doesn't care, she can delay it for as long as one day.

Counting the time, her father will enter the operating room tomorrow.

Just hold on for one more day.

"and many more."

Cheng Wanzhong: "..."

His fingertips quickly grasped the corner of the quilt, Cheng Wanzhong exhaled, and then listened to his next words with bated breath.

She looked at Wen Zhu and blinked her wet black eyes. She looked as innocent and beautiful as a newborn elf in nature.

Wen Ru smiled and sat next to the bed, "Are you really sick?"

Cheng Wanzhong: "..."

It's over!He knows!

How could he tell? Cheng Wanzhong felt that she acted quite well. After all, even Aunt Rong believed her.

"Yeah." Cheng Wanzhong's voice was muffled, and he secretly tucked himself into the quilt.

It feels like a little turtle shrinking into its shell.

Wen Su curled up his lips and reached out to grab her quilt, "Little girl, did you graduate from the film school? I'll give you eight points for this episode, and the remaining two points will be deducted for using too much force."

Cheng Wanzhong: "..."

Too much force?

Too much force?

Too much force?

Was he praising her or hurting her?