Chapter 889

"If you really want to know, wait until Xiaoran wakes up and ask her in person." Mu Cheng coldly refused, "it's up to her to decide whether to tell you or not."

Ask her yourself?

When the ink was in full bloom, it aroused a bitter smile.

She won't tell him.

Then Mu Cheng said angrily, "President Adair, I don't know what kind of dispute you had with Xiao ran, but five years later, although she recovered her life, she also ruined her limp. I hope you don't continue to torture her. Even I can feel her pain. Can't you really see it? Why must she go upstairs? You know she's scared! "

Why

Because she said: don't call my name again. From now on... You should be Wen churan... Dead!

He didn't believe it. She could just throw away everything five years ago.

He wants to remind her of everything she used to be and make her understand that the presidential palace of country V is where she belongs, not country e!

The reason why he caught the milk can was that the milk can was his son and that he wanted to keep her and prevent her from following Mu Cheng back to country E.

As long as he saw Mu City, he thought that she had lived with this man for five years, and that Mu city had participated in her five-year life, Sheng Shimo's heart was going crazy with jealousy. He had never been so jealous of a person or a thing.

The more jealous he was, the more he would do something extraordinary, just to strengthen his sense of existence in her heart.

"Ma Ma! Ma Ma! "

At this time, the anxious call of a small milk can suddenly sounded outside the door.

I don't know if it's because of the mother son induction. Wen churan, who is still unconscious in bed, made a faint sound in his pale lip flap.

"Little milk can... Little milk can..."

Then she opened her eyes.

With the return of consciousness, the empty pupils begin to focus, and then completely restore Qingming.

Mu Cheng opened the door, a small figure rushed in like a strong wind, and then made a leap and swooped on Wen churan.

"Ma Ma... What's the matter with you..."

The nearby Sheng Shi Mo grabbed the collar of the small milk can, held him in his hand like a chicken, and said coldly, "don't touch your mother, she's still very weak!"

The little milk can struggled violently, and a terrible scream "let go of me! You let me go! Big villain, big rascal, big pervert, you hurt my hemp. I want to avenge hemp! I'll kick you to death! "

His short legs were kicking carelessly in the air, but he couldn't kick the ink in full bloom at all.

Mu city came forward and angrily said, "President Adair, let go of the small milk can!"

In his prime, Mo was upset and threw the small milk can into Mu Cheng's arms.

Wen churan spoke in a hoarse voice. "Mu Cheng... Give me the little milk can..."

Mu Cheng understood Wen churan's mood, so he stuffed the small milk can into her arms.

"Ma Ma..." the small milk can shrinks in Wen churan's arms and looks like a round glutinous rice ball.

"Mom, how are you? If there's any pain, just let the little milk can shout for you. "

He puffed his cheeks and blew on Wen churan's face.

It was cute and funny. Wen churan couldn't help reaching out and poked his puffed cheeks with his fingers. With a puff, the puffed air squeezed out of his pink lips.

"It doesn't hurt, so you don't need a small milk can. What about a small milk can? Tell Ma Ma, did you get hurt anywhere? "