Limited Time Hidden Marriage

In fact, based on the money earned from the filming of Little Milk Can, Wen Churan does not need to live in this secluded place. He can buy a villa in a wealthy area and even hire a few servants to come back.

That life, just thinking about it, makes me feel so comfortable.

Little Milk Tank also proposed to exchange his mom for a big villa.

After all, the money for a big villa can be earned back with just one endorsement.

Obviously money is not an issue, but Wen Churan still refuses.

After Little Milk Tank made the suggestion reluctantly several times, Wen Churan told him, "Mom doesn't like empty villas. The atmosphere there will make me feel suffocated. It's better to live in this small ocean villa." It feels safe inside the building.”

Because in the past five years, she had tried her best to forget the villa and presidential palace, and to have a new life, ordinary and simple, away from all disputes.

When I walked into the house, a scent of fragrance wafted from the kitchen.

The little milk jug shrugged its nose, as if it noticed something, and ran towards the kitchen.

As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I saw a plate of glutinous rice dumplings placed on the dining table. The white rolls looked particularly attractive.

He couldn't help but cheered, but he didn't pounce on his favorite food like an ordinary child.

Instead, he walked to the children's sink specially made for him, washed his hands carefully, and wiped away the water stains with a handkerchief.

After completing this seemingly solemn 'ritual', he picked up a pair of chopsticks, walked to the dining table, climbed onto the chair quickly, poked a piece of glutinous rice dumpling with his chopsticks, put it to his mouth, and took a bite. He chewed it slowly and acted very politely.

At this time, Wen Churan changed her shoes from the entrance and walked into the kitchen. Seeing him concentrating on enjoying the food, she couldn't help but smile and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Little Milk Tank had no time to talk, and banged his head vigorously to show that he was very satisfied.

Wen Churan walked over and saw that a large plate of glutinous rice dumplings was almost finished by him. He hurriedly took out the chopsticks in his hand and said to stop, "Eating too much glutinous rice will make your stomach uncomfortable. This is the amount for today. I’ll make you a cup of milk later. After drinking it, go take a nap and finish your homework.”

A small milk jug supported her head, her small face was full of seriousness, but there were still white grains of rice on her lips.

"Mama, I just want to say one thing, homework..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wen Churan's angry voice, "No! No matter how busy or tired you are while filming, you can't fall behind in your studies, and you can't be lazy and not do your homework!"

After saying that, she ordered with a serious face, "After you finish your homework in the evening, give it to me to check it over!"

The corner of Little Milk Can's mouth twitched, showing an extremely speechless expression, "Mom... I just want to say... I have finished my homework a long time ago, and asked Xiao Youtiao to hand it over to the teacher."

"Ah?" This time it was Wen Churan who was stunned. "Has it been written?"

The little milk tank jumped from the chair to the ground, walked up to Wen Churan, looked at her with helpless and disappointed eyes, shook her little head, and sighed, "Tsk... Mom, why are you more like me than me?" A child?"

"I..." Wen Churan opened his mouth, but couldn't find the words to refute.

I originally wanted to create a dignified image of a mother, but I never expected that it would collapse so quickly!

The little milk jug turned around, skipped away from the kitchen, and headed for the second floor.