Limited Time Hidden Marriage

In the evening, Wen Churan cooked by himself and cooked a large table of dishes. Even the servants were surprised and wondered whether Miss Wen had won the lottery?

But... Just cook, why are you wearing exquisite makeup and a long, flowing skirt?

Wouldn't it be more inconvenient to cook like this?

it's wired…

Not long after, Sheng Shimo came back with a small milk can. The two of them kept chatting and seemed to be having a great time.

Wen Churan finally understood why he had been able to treat the little milk tank so well.

This is the relationship between father and son, blood is thicker than water.

Wen Churan felt like a young girl who had just begun to fall in love. She dressed up specially in order to see her beloved, and then sat in front of the dining table in an enchanting posture. She put on a shy smile and waved to the small milk jug.

"Baby, come over for dinner."

Little Milk Tank was so frightened by this delicate call that she stopped suddenly, and her body couldn't help but tremble three times.

"I...what's wrong with me?!"

Although Wen Churan was talking to the little milk jug, his eyes were always looking at Sheng Shimo, and he even secretly gave him a wink.

Sheng Shimo couldn't help laughing.

The little milk jug raised her head and looked at him curiously, "Mr. Boyce, what are you laughing at?"

Sheng Shimo immediately put away his smile and said, "Nothing, let's eat."

Sitting on the dining table, Little Milk Tank looked at Wen Churan with surprised eyes, "Mom, do you have any activities at night? Why do you dress so well!"

"Does it look good?" Wen Churan lowered his head shyly and held a strand of hair beside his ear with his hand. "Actually...I didn't dress up deliberately, I just...dressed casually~"

"This is not deliberate! Mom, you usually only wear pajamas and flip-flops even when you go out. Why today... um..."

Before Little Milk Pot finished speaking, her mouth was blocked by glutinous rice dumplings.

Wen Churan took back his chopsticks and gave him a kind smile, but he spoke through gritted teeth, "When has Mom ever been so sloppy out of the house? Children, please stop talking nonsense and eat more to grow taller!"

The little milk pot chewed the glutinous rice dumplings in his mouth, feeling baffled.

What was even more inexplicable was that as soon as he finished eating, Mommy chased him upstairs.

In the lobby on the first floor, Wen Churan was lying on the door frame, waving his delicate hands towards Sheng Shimo outside the door.

Sheng Shimo was not in a hurry to leave. He looked at Wen Churan from beginning to end and said, "With you dressed like this, I thought you would let me stay here today."

Wen Churan hurriedly explained, "Don't listen to the nonsense of children. I don't dress up specially. I usually dress like this. Didn't you notice?"

Sheng Shimo pretended to cooperate with her, "Oh? Really? Maybe I really didn't notice..."

After struggling for a while, Wen Churan asked, "Then...if you...want to stay, just...stay!"

Unexpectedly, Sheng Shimo refused.

"No, I'd better go back. If I stay, I'm afraid I will be criticized."

Wen Churan remembered what Sheng Shimo said to her in the afternoon and could only give up, "Okay, I understand. You can go back first and come back tomorrow."

At this time, Sheng Shimo suddenly walked in and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "I will continue the kiss in the afternoon."

Only then did Wen Churan remember that in the study in the afternoon, when he was about to kiss, he was interrupted by a small milk bottle.

Why are you bringing it up suddenly at this time?

so shy…

The long-lost sweetness!