Limited Time Hidden Marriage

Wen Churan was stunned when she heard the words blurted out by the brat.

After a moment, she pouted and muttered, "Stinky milk can, being an actor is great... making money is great..."

Although Wen Churan was complaining, she felt that someone cared for her, which was sweeter than drinking honey.

Oh! God!

The brat in front of her who said he would support her and protect her is her son!

I really want to hold him in my arms and love him well...

The little milk can shook his head happily, throwing bubbles all over the floor, "I am great... I am great..."

After taking a bath, Wen Churan did not help the little milk can put on clothes, but directly took a bath towel and wrapped his chubby body tightly, like a chaos.

The bath towel in her hand was dough, and he was the meat stuffing wrapped in dough.

Back in the bedroom, Wen Churan stuffed the meat stuffing in her hand into the quilt.

"Go to sleep obediently, don't play around!"

The little milk can curled up in the quilt, only revealing a furry little head, blinking his eyes obediently at Wen Churan.

Wen Churan simply sat by the bed, stroking his head, and coaxed him softly, "Close your eyes and go to sleep obediently..."

Until the little milk can fell asleep, Wen Churan was free to go to the kitchen downstairs and cook a bowl of noodles for lunch.

In fact, as soon as she left, the little milk can, who seemed to have fallen asleep, quietly opened one eye.

Watching his mother completely leave the bedroom, he stretched out his little hand and dug under the pillow, took out a mobile phone, and then swiped and clicked on the screen with his fingers.

——Little Youtiao, where are you?

Soon, the text message was replied.

——Report to the little actor, I am helping you arrange your schedule for next month in front of the computer.

The little milk can poked his finger, and another text message came.

——Why do you want to give the nanny car to my mother?

Ding Dong, I received another reply.

——Because Miss Wen asked me for help...

——How did she ask for help?

——Miss Wen said that you are very busy, little actor, and she missed you very much but dared not show up in public, so she wanted to pretend to be a driver, hoping to spend a short time with you, and then asked me to... hand over the nanny car to her.

Pretend to be a driver? She obviously stole his toy gun, so she pretended to be a kidnapper!

——I don’t plan to lend her my nanny car anymore! (╯‵□′)╯︵┴─┴

——Little actor, excuse me for asking, why?

Why?

Little Milk Can typed a paragraph on his phone: Idiot! My mother's leg is lame, driving must be very tiring!

He didn't send it immediately, but stared at the screen, frowning, as if he was thinking carefully about something.

After a while, he poked his little finger and deleted the whole paragraph, replacing it with another content.

——Hmph! I won't tell you!╮(╯＿╰)╭

Knock knock——

Just then, there was a knock on the door. A woman's voice rang out from outside, "Little Milk Can, I heard a ding-dong sound! Put down your phone right now, close your eyes and go to sleep!"

Little Milk Can was so scared that his hands trembled. He quickly turned off his phone, stuffed it under the pillow again, and then huddled into the quilt and began to take a comfortable nap.

There was nothing to do in the afternoon, so Wen Churan returned to his bedroom and prepared to take a nap.

He turned on his phone and wanted to check the time, but his eyes were fixed on the date displayed on the screen.

The author has something to say: (Ding-dong, your cute little milk can is online!)