Limited Time Hidden Marriage

"Are you happy now?" Wen Churan leaned against the door frame and said with a half-smile.

The little milk jug poked its head out of Mucheng's arms, opened her arms to Wen Churan with a smile, and said softly and coquettishly, "Mom, give me a hug..."

Mucheng turned around, walked to Wen Churan's side, and handed the small milk jug in his arms into her arms.

The little milk tank hugged Wen Churan's neck tightly, with an affectionate expression on her face, and shouted happily at the top of her voice, "Mom, I love you to death!"

Then, he pursed his pink lips again and gave Wen Churan's cheek a firm smack.

Wen Churan wiped a handful of saliva and said, dumbfounded, "It's okay to love me, but forget it if you love me to death."

At this time, Mucheng suggested from the side, "Let's do this. If you are happy today, I will take you two out to eat."

"Okay, okay!" Little Milk Tank cheered and clapped his little palms vigorously to express his strong agreement.

But Wen Churan looked at Mucheng with complicated eyes, as if he was a bit incredulous, "Going out to eat? Are you sure you and Little Milk Can can go out to eat?"

"Why not?" Little Milk Can blinked curious eyes.

Mucheng imitated the accent of Little Milk Pot and asked, "Why not?"

Wen Churan pointed to the small milk jug, "He is the national little actor."

Then, he pointed at Mucheng, "You, the President of Country E, when you two go out for dinner, do you want the entire Country E to explode?!"

"We can wear hats and masks!" Little Milk Tank came out with a clever suggestion.

"Yes." Mucheng tried his best to cooperate, "We can wear hats and masks."

After saying that, the two of them looked at each other in a tacit understanding, with proud expressions on their faces.

"You two..." Wen Churan held his forehead helplessly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Wen Churan put on a mask and a hat on the little milk tank, completely covering his small face, revealing only a pair of big watery eyes, which were wandering around.

The little milk tank asked proudly, "Mom, if I look like this, you can't recognize me?!"

Wen Churan said casually while loading things into his bag, "Even if you turn into a piece of shit, I can still recognize you!"

"Eh~" The little milk tank made an unusually disgusted sound, and complained at the top of his voice, "Mom, you are so rude!"

At this time, Mucheng's smiling voice sounded outside the door, "Women who speak rudely are cuter."

"Lie! Big liar!" Little Milk Can yelled dissatisfiedly towards the door, "Mucheng Shushu knows how to favor Mom, hum!"

Mucheng outside the door said nothing, only chuckled.

Wen Churan became angry, raised his palm, and slapped the buttocks of the small milk jug, "You know what nonsense!"

Mucheng had been waiting outside the door. When he saw Wen Churan coming out with a small milk jug, she was wearing a floral dress that outlined her graceful body curves, like a pure girl. Who would have thought that she would actually Will be the mother of a four-year-old.

It has a perfect appearance, but the sack on its back is a little awkward. I don’t know what’s inside, but it’s stuffed to the brim.

The little milk tank expressed her distaste, "Mama, why are you acting like a big girl from the countryside coming to the city?"

Wen Churan angrily pinched the cheeks of the small milk bottle, "It's not for you that I can hold so many things?!"

Mucheng watched curiously, "What exactly is inside you?"