Chapter 859

I'm sorry to hear that it's too troublesome for Mucheng to take the baby's milk today

Mu Cheng stroked a small head on the bed. "For a small milk can, these are not troublesome."

Wen churan smiled a little embarrassed.

At this time, Mu Cheng suddenly said, "Xiao ran, we have known each other for five years. In fact, you... Don't have to live with me."

After hearing this, Wen churan was stunned. Then he looked up and found that Mu Cheng's face had become extremely serious.

I only heard him say in a deep voice, "many times, I hope you can take me as a dependency and trouble me for granted without feeling sorry."

——I don't feel sorry for the trouble I can take for granted.

Even close friends can't do this, can they?

Only lovers who love each other can do it.

Therefore, his words are not explicit, but the meaning has been made clear.

"What a shame!" Even the little milk can understood. He was so shy that he drilled his little head into the quilt.

The atmosphere became honey awkward.

Over the past few years, how could Wen churan not understand Mu Cheng's feelings for himself? He just pretended to be a fool and didn't want to pierce that layer of window paper.

At this moment, she didn't know how to respond and didn't want to respond, so she coughed gently and wanted to change the topic.

"Little milk can, should you take a nap?"

The little milk can poked its head out of the quilt. I don't know whether it cooperated deliberately and said, "but I haven't drunk milk yet..."

Wen churan hurried down the conversation and said, "let Mu Cheng millet soak it for you."

The little milk can blinked at Mu Cheng for help. "Mu Cheng millet, can you make a glass of milk for the milk can..."

Mu Cheng smiled gently, "of course."

Then he turned and walked to the tea table.

The mother and son cooperated with each other very well. They successfully dismissed Mu Cheng and resolved the embarrassment just now.

As soon as I made milk for the small milk can, the small fried dough sticks knocked on the door and said, "the presidential palace sent someone to pick you up. It said that President Adair had something to discuss with you."

Mu Cheng frowned slightly and coldly refused to "let them go back!"

"No!" The little fried dough sticks made trouble and said, "those guards are all evil. Look at their appearance, they shouldn't go back until they receive you."

Shua, the question was opened, and Mu Cheng came out with an impatient face.

When the little fried dough sticks reacted, Mu Cheng's figure had long gone.

He got on the bus and arrived at the presidential palace. Mu Cheng was led into the study by the housekeeper.

"President Mu Cheng is here."

At that time, Mo sat at his desk and was playing with his pen wholeheartedly. His bony fingers operated flexibly and cooperated with the pen skillfully. The patterns he played were very good-looking, just like a wonderful performance.

Hearing the housekeeper's notice, he didn't lift his head, but gave a faint hum.

Bad manners.

Mu Cheng saw this and thought to himself. He walked to the study and sat on the sofa.

Until the tea loosened by the servant was drunk, the man sitting at the desk was still playing with his pen as if he had completely ignored him.

Mu Cheng was impatient and asked directly, "I heard that President Adair picked me up. Is there something important to discuss?"

After listening to this, the ink had a slight reaction.

He raised his head, the expression on Jun's face was indifferent, and his cold eyes swept past Mu Cheng.