Chapter 815

In fact, according to the money earned from filming a small milk can, Wen churan doesn't have to live in this hidden place. He can buy a villa in the rich area and even invite a few servants back.

That life, just think about it, feel very comfortable.

The small milk can also proposed to change his hemp into a big villa.

After all, the money of a big villa can be earned only if he takes the next endorsement.

Obviously money is not a problem, but Wen churan still refuses.

After the little milk can made several insistent suggestions, Wen churan told him that "Ma Ma doesn't like the empty villa. The atmosphere inside will oppress me. It's better to have a sense of security to live in this small foreign-style building."

Because in the past five years, she tried her best to forget her former villa and presidential palace, and want to have a new life, ordinary and simple, far away from all disputes.

Walking into the house, a smell came from the kitchen.

The little milk can shrugged its nose, as if it had noticed something, and ran towards the kitchen.

As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I saw a plate of glutinous rice balls on the table. The white appearance was particularly attractive.

He couldn't help cheering, but he didn't jump on his favorite food like an ordinary child.

Instead, he went to the children's wash basin specially built for him, washed his hands carefully, and wiped off the water stains with a handkerchief.

After completing this seemingly grand "ceremony", he picked up a pair of chopsticks and went to the table. He quickly climbed into the chair, poked a piece of glutinous rice ball with his chopsticks, put it on his mouth, took a bite, chewed it carefully and swallowed it slowly. His actions were very polite.

At this time, Wen churan changed his shoes from the porch and walked into the kitchen. Seeing his focus on enjoying delicious food, she couldn't help laughing and asked, "is it delicious?"

The little milk can had no time to talk. He pounded his head to show that he was very satisfied.

Wen churan went over and saw that a large plate of glutinous rice dumplings were almost solved by him. He quickly took out the chopsticks in his hand and said, "if you eat too much glutinous rice, your stomach will be uncomfortable. That's all for today. I'll make you a glass of milk later. After drinking, I'll go to have a good afternoon sleep and write my homework."

The little milk can holds its head, a small face is full of serious expression, but its mouth is still stained with white rice grains.

"Ma Ma, I just want to say a word, homework..."

Before he finished his words, Wen churan interrupted with an angry voice, "no! No matter how busy and tired you are, you can't fall behind in your studies, let alone be lazy and don't do your homework! "

With that, she ordered with a serious face, "after you finish your homework in the evening, give it to me for inspection!"

As soon as the corner of the mouth of the small milk can was drawn, an extremely speechless expression appeared, "numb... I just want to say... My homework has been finished long ago, and I asked the little fried dough sticks to be handed over to the teacher."

"Ah?" This time, Wen churan was stunned. "Have you written it?"

The little milk can jumped from the chair to the ground, walked to Wen churan, looked at her with helpless and disappointed eyes, shook her head, and sighed, "tut tut... Numb, how can you be more like a child than me?"

"I..." Wen churan opened her mouth and couldn't find words to refute.

Originally, I wanted to create a dignified mother image. How could I think that it collapsed so quickly!

The little milk can turned around, left the kitchen and went to the second floor.