Chapter 820

Listening to the words blurted out by the little boy, Wen churan was stunned.

A moment later, she tilted her lips and muttered, "Stinky milk can, it's great to be a film Emperor... It's great to make money..."

Though his mouth was in Tucao, his heart felt a sense of make complaints about others. It was sweeter than honey.

oh Oh, my God!

The child in front of her who said to raise her and protect her is her son!

I really want to rub him into my arms and love him well

The small milk cans shook their heads cheerfully and shook the foam of the ground. "I am amazing. I am amazing."

After taking a bath, Wen churan didn't help the little milk can put on his clothes, but directly took the bath towel and wrapped his chubby body like a chaos.

The bath towel in her hand is a mask, and he is the meat wrapped by the mask.

Back in the bedroom, Wen churan stuffed the meat into the quilt.

"Sleep well and don't play!"

The small body of the small milk can shrinks in the quilt, revealing only a small furry head and blinking his eyes towards Wen churan.

Wen churan simply sat by the bed, stroking his head and coaxed softly, "close your eyes and go to sleep..."

Wen churan didn't have time until he put the milk can to sleep. He went to the downstairs kitchen and cooked a bowl of noodles for lunch.

In fact, as soon as she left, the small milk can that seemed to have fallen asleep quietly opened one eye.

Watching his family leave the bedroom completely, he, together with his other eye, stretched out his small hand under the pillow, took out a mobile phone, and then swiped and clicked on the screen with his fingers.

——Fried dough sticks, where are you?

Soon, the text message was answered.

——Report to the little movie emperor. I'm in front of the computer to help you arrange your trip for next month.

The finger of the small milk can poked, and another text message passed.

——Why give me the nanny car?

Ding Dong, I got a reply again.

——Because Miss Wen asked me

——How did she please?

——Miss Wen said, the little movie emperor, you have a busy trip. She misses you very much and doesn't dare to show up in public. That's why she wants to pretend to be a driver. She hopes to have a short time with you, and then ask me... To give her the nanny car.

Pretend to be a driver? She stole his toy gun and pretended to be a kidnapper, okay!

——I'm not going to lend her my nanny car again（ ╯‵□′）╯︵┴─┴

——Xiaoyingdi, forgive me for asking, why?

Why?

The little milk can knocked down a paragraph on the mobile phone: fool! I'm lame, driving will be very tired!

Instead of sending it immediately, he stared at the screen, frowning as if he were thinking about something.

A moment later, he poked his little finger and deleted all that paragraph and replaced it with another content.

——Hum! I would not tell you. ╮（╯＿╰）╭

Knock knock——

Just then, the door was knocked, and a woman's voice sounded outside, "little milk can, I heard Ding Dong! Now put down your cell phone immediately and sleep with your eyes closed! "

The little milk jar was so frightened that his hands shook that he quickly turned off his cell phone and stuffed it under the pillow again. Then the whole person shrank into the quilt and began to take a comfortable nap.

Nothing happened in the afternoon. Wen churan returned to his bedroom and was ready to take a nap.

When I turn on my mobile phone, I want to take a look at the time, but my line of sight suddenly stops on the date displayed on the screen.

The author has something to say: (Ding Dong, your lovely little milk can is online!)