Limited Time Hidden Marriage

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Wen Churan couldn't bear to expose him, so he simply let him stay in his arms.

I don't know how long it took, but the little head in my arms suddenly moved, and I heard the little milk tank ask, "Mom, aren't you angry with me?"

Wen Churan snorted coldly, "Angry."

After a moment of pause, he changed the subject again, "But...if you tell me the reason, I can consider forgiving you."

The little milk jug was silent.

Every time he mentioned this, he remained silent and refused to tell her the reason.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Sheng Zhixun's cautious voice sounded outside, "Fourth sister-in-law... are you awake?"

As soon as he heard this voice, the little milk jug immediately got into bed and muttered unhappily, "It's all his fault. He fed me until my stomach was full. I don't want to see him!"

Wen Churan slapped the little milk can on the butt, "Have I told you many times before that you can only eat three or four glutinous rice dumplings. If you eat too much, you will get upset. You didn't listen to me and ate a big plate." , you still want to blame someone else? He is your fifth uncle, and he is related to you by blood. You are not allowed to say such uneducated words again!"

Little Milk Tank felt unconvinced, but was afraid of making Mommy angry, so she just snorted twice and said nothing more.

Wen Churan said towards the door, "I'm awake, come in."

The door was opened, and Sheng Zhixun walked in with a bowl of something, then put the bowl on the coffee table and said hurriedly, "This is stomach-nourishing porridge. I specially consulted a nutritionist before arranging for the servant to make it. Nutritionists have said that after having a stomachache, you should eat something light to nourish your stomach. "

When he spoke, he was stammering and his eyes were wandering. He didn't dare to look at Wen Churan. He had a reserved look, and his grip on the corners of his clothes clearly reflected his nervousness at this time.

He must still be upset about what happened last night.

Wen Churan understood in his heart, but he didn't say it clearly. He only said softly, "Bring the porridge here."

Sheng Zhixun shook his head, "I'll put the porridge here and go out right away. Sister-in-law, please feed it to the little milk pot."

Seeing him looking like he wanted to run away, Wen Churan suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. "What are you afraid of? I won't eat you. You can bring the porridge over first."

Sheng Zhixun carefully picked up the porridge and moved it to the bed little by little.

Wen Churan took the porridge and put it on the bedside table. Then he pulled out the small milk jug from under the quilt and stuffed it directly into Sheng Zhixun's arms. "Put the porridge here to cool down. You can take the small milk jug into the bathroom first." Wash up."

"Me?!" Sheng Zhixun was startled, with a look of disbelief on his face. He was holding a small milk jug in both hands, as if he was holding a precious treasure. His body was stiff and he did not dare to exert too much force. , for fear of hurting the treasure in his hand.

"Also...fourth sister-in-law, please do it. I...I..."

He was only afraid that if he couldn't do it well, he would hurt the little milk jug again.

The little milk jug was humming in Sheng Zhixun's arms, looking very reluctant.

Wen Churan glared at him, and he immediately stopped.

"Okay, take him in quickly." Wen Churan said to Sheng Zhixun.

Sheng Zhixun couldn't refuse anymore, so he had to take the small milk jug into the bathroom.

To be honest, Sheng Zhixun was quite willing to take the little milk jug to the bathroom to wash up. After all, after what happened last night, he was particularly afraid that his fourth sister-in-law would be angry with him, and that the little milk jug would be even more annoying. he.

But it was because of what happened last night that he was even more cautious when facing the small milk jug, lest he would accidentally make a mistake again.