Chapter 835

"Mu Cheng millet!"

Just listen to the voice, you can imagine how happy the owner of the voice will be.

Then, a small figure rushed over like a strong wind, directly squeezed Wen churan's legs and rushed to Mu Cheng's arms.

Mu Cheng's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. He opened his arms and just took a full.

I saw the little milk can cling to his neck, and his lips bawled on his cheek until it made his face full of saliva.

"Mu Cheng millet, the milk can misses you so much. Have you forgotten the milk can..."

The little milk can lay its head on the man's shoulder, curled its small mouth and made a Wei qubaba complaint. The sound... Is like crying, which makes people feel unbearable heartache.

Mu Cheng patted little glutinous rice dumpling on the back, comforted him and hugged him. Under Wen churan's gaze, he walked into a small foreign building.

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

Wen churan didn't have time to answer, so he listened to the small milk can speak first, "Mu Cheng millet, would you like to have breakfast with us?"

With that, he showed a heroic and generous appearance and said, "Mu Cheng millet, you're welcome. I can lend you my bottle to make milk and drink!"

In the face of the child's nonsense, Mu Cheng didn't choose to correct it, but smiled gently and said gratefully, "thank you for sharing the small milk can. Unfortunately, uncle Mu Cheng has already had breakfast. Borrow your bottle next time."

A man's smile, like the spring breeze in March, blows through his heart and looks good.

The small foreign-style building with depressed atmosphere may have become a lot warmer because of the emergence of men.

Wen churan stood aside and shook his head helplessly.

Every time I see Mu Cheng, the small milk can will hang on him like a koala and never let go.

After sticking to the milk can for a long time, Mu Cheng took him back to his bedroom, put him in his ear and whispered, "I'm looking for you. I have something to talk about. You're good here."

The little milk jar knew that uncle Mucheng must have come for his promotional film, so he quickly nodded his head and skillfully promised, "Mucheng millet, you can rest assured to go, I will not disturb you and Madi!"

When Mu Cheng left the bedroom, he couldn't help running to open the door, poked his head out of the crack in the door, and looked straight at Wen churan's bedroom.

He prayed silently in his heart: Mu Cheng millet, you must succeed! The happiness of the second half of the milk can depend on you!

Mu Cheng walked into Wen churan's bedroom and saw the woman sitting by the bed knitting a sweater. The wool ball originally placed on her thigh suddenly fell to the ground and rolled away.

He bent down, picked up the wool ball, rolled up the wool scattered on the ground and approached the direction of warm primary dyeing.

Until you come up to her, put the wool ball gently on her thigh.

"Woven for small milk cans?"

"Yes." Wen churan replied, "the temperature is going to drop. I'll help him weave a vest."

Just then, Mu Cheng suddenly sighed.

Wen churan seldom heard such a voice from the man's mouth.

She raised her head and looked at him suspiciously, "what's the matter?"

The man's expression suddenly became a little gloomy and said, "I'm just a pity that no one helped me knit a sweater."