Chapter 821

He put the empty bottle on the table.

"Ma Ma! Milk cans want to eat! "

"Coming, coming!" Wen churan rushed out of the kitchen in a hurry, put the food in his hand in front of the small milk can, and told him to "eat slowly and be careful of scalding."

After serving the little ancestor, Wen churan brought all the remaining dishes to the table, then filled a bowl of white rice and sat at the table.

It finally stopped.

Every meal is like a war.

This little boy is the best at eating and sleeping.

After dinner, Wen churan took a small milk can into the bathroom to take a bath. When he came out, he was so sleepy that his head was straight, like a chicken pecking rice.

When he was tucked in bed, he was so sleepy that his eyes couldn't open, but he still grasped Wen's first dyed sleeves and couldn't wait to mutter "Ma Ma... I think Mu Cheng millet. He said that he would send me a model plane next time he met..."

When Wen churan saw this, he couldn't laugh or cry. "Little clever ghost, I don't think you want uncle Mu Cheng to be false. Is it true to want a model plane?"

"Well ~" the little milk can protested in a nasal voice and continued to mutter, "I want to see Mu Cheng millet."

Wen churan simply sat on the floor and asked, "do you like your uncle Mu Cheng so much?"

The little milk can endured sleepiness and nodded hard. "I like Mu Cheng millet, hope Mu Cheng millet and Ma Ma get married, and then make the cake of the milk can..."

Wen churan was stunned when he said this.

Because the little milk can never spoke like this, although she knew that he liked to stick to his uncle Mucheng, which kind of love he even missed after three days of absence.

Perhaps, he always had this idea in his heart, but he didn't say it.

Wen churan stroked the head of the small milk can, like the Baba he just said, and her heart suddenly hurt.

What she felt most ashamed of him was that he had no father and that he had never felt fatherly love since he was a child.

Every time she sees other people's children with her father, she will feel distressed and guilty.

Once something like father's love is missing, it can never be made up for.

Although he never said it, she knew that his heart had been longing for father's love.

Wen churan kissed on the forehead of the small milk can and whispered, "baby, it's Ma Ma. I'm sorry for you. Ma Ma will give you a lot of love."

On the first floor, there are still leftovers and dishes and chopsticks scattered on the table. Wen churan has no intention to clean up again.

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

After two beeps, the phone was answered.

Then there was a man's voice.

"Hello?"

The magnetic voice, though low and dumb, is gentle.

Maybe it's because of sleepiness and a little hoarse, but it adds a lazy and sexy.

Into the ear, like a warm current to the heart.

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

——Sound can make ears pregnant.

This is not just an exaggeration.

Even just a hello is enough to stir up the heartstrings.

Wen churan was stunned for a moment before he carefully said, "Mu City, are you free now?"

A man's chuckle suddenly came from the other end of the phone, like a piano music with low thorn alcohol, which was particularly pleasant to hear.

Then the man said, "yes, I'm free at any time."

Wen churan blushed when he heard the speech.