Limited Time Hidden Marriage

He put the empty bottle on the dining table.

"Mommy! The milk tank wants to eat!"

"Come on, come on!" Wen Churan hurried out of the kitchen, placed the food in his hand in front of the small milk jug, and warned, "Eat slowly, be careful not to burn it."

After serving the little ancestor first, Wen Churan put all the remaining dishes on the table, then put a bowl of white rice on it and sat at the table.

It finally stopped.

Every time I eat, it's like I'm at war.

This little kid is best behaved only when he is eating and sleeping.

After eating, Wen Churan carried the small milk can into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, his head was so sleepy that he looked like a chicken pecking at rice.

When he was huddled in bed, he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but he still held on to Wen Churan's sleeves and couldn't wait to murmur, "Mom... I miss Mu Chengshu. He said that next time we meet, he will give me I’ll send you a model airplane…”

When Wen Churan saw this, he was a little dumbfounded, "Little smart guy, I don't think you think Uncle Mucheng is fake, but you want the model airplane to be real, right?"

"Hmm~" Little Milk Can protested with a nasal voice and continued to mutter, "I want to see Mucheng Shu."

Wen Churan simply sat on the floor, holding his chin and asked, "Do you like your Uncle Mucheng so much?"

Little Milk Pot resisted being sleepy and nodded with difficulty, "I like Mucheng Shumi, and I hope Mucheng Shumi and Mama get married, and then make Milk Pot's daddy..."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Churan was stunned.

Because Little Milk Tank never said anything like this, even though she knew that he liked to cling to his Uncle Mucheng, the kind of person who would even miss him after not seeing him for three days.

Perhaps, he has always had this thought in his heart, but he just didn't say it out loud.

Wen Churan stroked the little milk tank's head gently, and her heart suddenly felt a throbbing pain like the sound he made just now.

What she felt most ashamed of was that he had no father and that he had never felt his father's love since he was a child.

Every time she sees other people's children with their father, she feels sad and guilty.

Once something like fatherly love is missing, it can never be made up for.

Although he never said it, she knew that he had always longed for father's love in his heart.

Wen Churan placed a kiss on the forehead of the little milk tank and whispered softly, "Baby, Mommy is sorry for you. Mommy will definitely give you lots and lots of love."

On the first floor, leftovers and bowls and chopsticks were scattered on the dining table, but Wen Churan had no intention of cleaning them up.

After thinking for a long time, she took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.

After two beeps, the call was answered.

Then, a man's voice sounded from the other end.

"Hello?"

The magnetic voice, although low and hoarse, is yet gentle.

Maybe it's a little hoarse because of sleepiness, but it adds an extra sense of laziness and sexiness.

Penetrating into the ears, it feels like a warm current flowing straight to the heart.

Just by listening to this voice, one can imagine that there must be a very attractive man on the other end of the phone.

——Sound can make the ears pregnant.

This is no mere exaggeration.

Even just a hello is enough to tug at the heartstrings.

Wen Churan was stunned for a moment and then cautiously said, "Mucheng, are you free now?"

A man's chuckle suddenly came from the other end of the phone, like low-pitched piano music, especially pleasant to the ear.

Then, the man said, "I'm available to you at any time."

Hearing this, Wen Churan's face suddenly turned red.