Chapter 709

Pasted on the transparent glass coffee table, it looks particularly dazzling.

Wen churan turned around, bent down and tore it off. He saw a short four lines written on it.

Upper: council chamber.

Presidential palace: Central.

Next: receive foreign visiting officials.

Evening: the study handles official business.

Wen churan knew this beautiful, tall, vigorous and powerful handwriting, which was written by ink in its heyday.

He wrote it himself!

Last night... Not a dream?!

He really came to see her last night!

She asked him to tell her the daily schedule, so he really wrote a post it note and left it in the bedroom!

Wen churan held his heart tightly, and the post it note in his hand seemed to become a flame. The warm current spread from the palm to all parts and bones, boiling the blood of her whole body.

Crazy sense of joy, so that she couldn't help but scream, fell on the bed and curled up her hands and feet with excitement.

Had it not been for a small thing in her stomach, she would have rolled violently.

Wen churan looked hard at the post it note in his hand and even rubbed his eyes to make sure he didn't read it wrong.

Then, he pasted the post it note on his heart again, as if he was remembering the warmth of last night. He was careful, as if he had got the most precious treasure in the world.

Perhaps hearing her scream, the servant knocked on the door.

"Miss Wen, are you all right?"

Wen churan realized that he was too impolite. He got up quickly and coughed his throat, "um... Nothing..."

"Do I need to prepare breakfast for you now?" The servant asked again.

"Get ready." Wen churan said, stepping into the bathroom to wash, with the post it note in his pocket.

After washing, she carefully pressed the post it note under the pillow, and then left the bedroom.

When I went downstairs to the restaurant, I found Ann sitting at the table and waving to her, "good morning, Miss Wen."

Wen churan didn't expect that she would be there. He was stunned and raised his hand rigidly. "Well... Good morning, miss an."

Sit at the table and the servant sets breakfast.

Wen churan looked up several times and looked at an, who was concentrating on eating.

She wondered why Ann didn't live in the presidential palace. Why did she come here early in the morning every day.

Is it because he is about to marry Sheng Shimo, so come to practice how to be a hostess of the presidential palace in advance?

At the thought of this, Wen churan's heart became bitter again.

After breakfast, Ann invited a private doctor to give Wen churan a physical examination. The result was that the baby was very healthy, but her mother had some problems.

I don't know if it's because she almost had a miscarriage. Wen churan's body is weak and suffers from hypoglycemia.

Hypoglycemia can be big or small. As long as you eat on time every day and supplement the nutrition and sugar in your body, there will basically be no problem.

But if hunger leads to the decrease of sugar in the body, you will feel weak all over the body until you faint. No one will find it for a long time, and even die.

Because she is a pregnant woman, the doctor dare not prescribe medicine for her. She can only tell her to pay attention to it at ordinary times. It is best to take a few sugars with her. Once she feels dizzy, peel one and eat it.

Although it's only hypoglycemia, Wen's first infected stomach is, after all, the flesh and blood of the president. If a boy is born, he is the eldest son of the president.

For a moment, the whole president's house became agitated. The servants changed their ways and began to supplement Wen churan with nutrition. Wen churan's face was even worse than balsam pear.