Limited Time Hidden Marriage

"Mucheng Sichuan!"

Just by listening to this voice, you can imagine how happy the owner of this voice would be.

Immediately afterwards, a small figure rushed over like a gust of wind, squeezed Wen Churan's legs away, and pounced towards Mucheng's arms.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Mucheng opened his arms and just caught the whole thing.

I saw the little milk jug hugging his neck tightly, and her lips were squirting against his cheek, and she didn't stop until his face was drooled.

"Mucheng Sichuan, I miss you so much in the milk can. Have you forgotten the milk can..."

The little milk jug laid her head on the man's shoulder, curled her small mouth, and made a grievance accusation. The voice... sounded like she was about to cry, which made people feel heartbroken.

Mucheng patted Xiao Nuomi Dumpling's back, comforted him, and hugged him, and walked into the small foreign building under Wen Churan's gaze.

Seeing the dishes and chopsticks on the table, he asked, "Are you having breakfast?"

Before Wen Churan had time to answer, the little milk can spoke first, "Mucheng Shu, do you want to have breakfast with us too?"

As he spoke, he showed a heroic and generous look, and said, "Mucheng Shu, you're welcome, I can lend you my milk bottle to make milk!"

Faced with the child's nonsense, Mucheng did not choose to correct it. Instead, he smiled gently and said gratefully and cooperatively, "Thank you for sharing the little milk bottle. Unfortunately, Uncle Mucheng has already had breakfast. I will borrow yours next time." Bottle."

The man's smile is like the spring breeze in March, blowing through his heart, it is really beautiful.

The originally depressing atmosphere of the small foreign-style building instantly became a lot warmer, perhaps because of the man's appearance.

Wen Churan stood aside and shook his head helplessly.

Every time I see Mucheng, the little milk jug will hang on his body like a koala and never let go.

After being glued to the little milk jug for a while, Mucheng carried him back to the bedroom, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "I have something to discuss with you, Mom. Please be good here."

Little Milk Tank knew that Uncle Mucheng must have come here for the filming of his promotional video, so he nodded hurriedly and promised very obediently, "You can go without worry, Mucheng Shumao, I will definitely not disturb you and Damn it!”

Having said that, when Mucheng left the bedroom, he couldn't help but run to open the door, poked his head out of the crack in the door, and looked straight in the direction of Wen Churan's bedroom with his big eyes.

He prayed silently in his heart: Mucheng Shu, you must succeed! My happiness in the rest of my life depends on you!

Mucheng walked into Wen Churan's bedroom and saw the woman sitting by the bed knitting a sweater. The ball of wool that was originally placed on her lap suddenly fell to the ground and rolled far away.

He bent down, picked up the ball of wool, rolled up the scattered wool, and moved towards Wen Churan's direction.

Until he walked up to her and gently placed the ball of wool on her thigh.

"Knitted for little milk jugs?"

"Yes." Wen Churan replied, "The temperature is about to drop. I will help him knit a small vest."

At this moment, Mucheng suddenly lamented.

Wen Churan rarely heard such sounds from this man's mouth.

She raised her head and looked at him doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

The man's expression suddenly turned gloomy and he said, "It's just a pity that no one knits a sweater for me."