Limited Time Hidden Marriage

"What a beautiful idea!" Wen Churan laughed and simply sat down on the edge of the bed, then took a long pillow to separate himself from the small milk jug.

No matter what, even if the little milk jug is her son, the naughty child must be rectified, otherwise won't it turn upside down when he grows up?

She didn't want to get close to Little Milk Can for the time being, firstly because she was still holding back her anger, and secondly because she wanted to take the opportunity to make Little Milk Can understand that sometimes, if you do something wrong, you won't be forgiven easily.

Seeing Wen Churan like this, Sheng Shimo didn't change his background. Instead, he went to the cupboard to grab two more quilts and asked Mucheng, "Do you want to sleep with me separately or together."

"Sleep separately." Mucheng answered immediately without any hesitation.

Hearing this answer, Sheng Shimo threw a quilt at Mucheng and looked like he didn't want to sleep with him.

As a result, two men slept on the floor on the left side of the bed, and the other slept on the floor on the right side of the bed, with Wen Churan and the small milk jug in between.

The next day, Wen Churan fell asleep in a daze, feeling like something was pressing on her body, which was so heavy that she could hardly breathe.

This feeling was very familiar. When she opened her eyes, she saw the small milk jug lying on her body, squirming like a small insect.

Wen Churan immediately stood up and put the small milk jug on the other side of the long pillow, as if determined to draw a clear line with him, and said angrily, "Who allowed you to come here?! Just stay on your territory." "

The little milk jug climbed up from the pillow to Wen Churan's side again, shouting "Mummy..." in a milky voice.

As soon as he crawled over, Wen Churan hugged him back to his original position and warned him coldly, "Don't come over!"

The little milk jug curled up its mouth and cried out in aggrieved tone, "Mommy... Wuwuwu... Mommy doesn't want the little milk jug anymore..."

After all, he was his own son. Seeing the little milk can cry, Wen Churan was more or less distressed. But when he thought of what happened last night, Wen Churan's anger came out again, so he hardened his heart and said, "That's right! Because you always get into trouble, Mommy doesn’t want you anymore!”

Upon hearing this, Little Milk Can cried even harder.

Mucheng was washing up in the bathroom, and when he heard the shrill cries, he rushed out before even drying his face.

"What happened?"

When he saw Little Milk Can sitting on the bed crying, Wen Churan looked indifferent, he understood what had happened, and immediately stepped forward to pick up Little Milk Can, and kept comforting him.

Wen Churan turned his head left and right, glanced in a daze, and asked doubtfully, "Are you alone? Where is Sheng Shimo?"

Mucheng was also puzzled, "I don't know. As soon as I woke up, he was gone."

Just as he said this, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Sheng Shimo walked in from the outside, followed by two men, a woman, and a little boy of four or five years old.

As soon as Sheng Shimo came in, before Sheng Shimo said anything, Mucheng had already seen through his intentions and said, "Do you want them to distract the reporters for us?"

After hearing this, Wen Churan took a closer look at the two men and one woman who came in. In terms of body shape, they were indeed exactly the same as them, including the little boy. If you didn't look at the face, there was no problem pretending to be a small milk jug.

Sheng Shimo put the bag in his hand next to the bed, "Change into the clothes here, and then give them the clothes on your body."

Wen Churan took the clothes first and went into the bathroom to change with the woman, followed by Sheng Shimo and Mucheng.

When they arrived at the little milk tank, the little milk tank opened its arms towards Wen Churan and said in a coquettish voice, "Mom...change clothes..."