Chapter 883

The uniformed man was retreating from the hall with a group of guards. When he passed the back garden, a uniformed boy suddenly jumped in front of him from the flowers.

"Brother! Brother! "

Seeing this, the man in military uniform scolded in a cold voice, "it's rude to talk and do things. If your Excellency the president sees you like this, what's the matter!"

The young man in military uniform didn't care about being taught, so he hurriedly asked, "brother! I just saw a beautiful girl enter the president. Did you see it? "

What a beautiful girl?

The military man frowned and wondered for a moment before he realized who the girl in his mouth meant.

The boy in uniform was still gushing about the woman "Wow! That face... That figure... That temperament, unfortunately... Is limping when walking... "

The uniformed man asked, "do you know who she is?"

"I don't know." The military uniform boy shook his head in confusion, and then asked excitedly, "what's the matter? Brother, do you know that girl? "

The man in military uniform looked at the boy and said word by word, "do you know the little prince who was brought back yesterday? The girl in your mouth, she is Xiao Chu Jun's biological mother! "

"Shit!" The boy in military uniform suddenly changed his face and couldn't help but burst out, "she... She's the mother of a four-year-old child? God... I thought she was only eighteen and wanted to chase her! I have to... My fantasy is completely disillusioned... "

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Wen churan stuffed the small milk can into the car. The little hand of the small milk can pulled the window, stared at the presidential palace, and reluctantly said, "Pikachu is still inside..."

Mu Cheng touched his cerebellar bag melon and comforted, "if you want Pikachu, Mu Cheng millet will buy it for you."

After hearing this, the little milk can loosened the window, turned and threw it into the arms of Mu Cheng millet.

The little fried dough stick sat in front, looked in the rearview mirror while driving and said, "little movie emperor, I haven't seen you for a few days. Are you okay?"

The little milk can raised his arm and made an OK gesture to him to show that he was fine.

Wen churan took the milk can to his lap and sat down. He asked seriously, "tell Ma Ma, did he say anything strange to you?"

"The big hooligan?" The little milk jar touched his chin, screwed up his eyebrows, meditated, and said, "he told me that he is my Baba!"

As soon as this remark came out, Wen churan and Mu Cheng's faces changed. Even the driving fritters were stunned.

The little milk jar pulled Wen churan's sleeves with his small hands and blinked curious big eyes, "Ma Ma Ma, is he really my Baba?"

"No!" Wen churan quickly rejected, and his mood suddenly became a little excited. "He's not your Baba!"

After hearing this, the little milk can suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest with his small hand, and made a happy voice "fortunately... Fortunately, that big hooligan is not my Baba, which really scared me to death..."

"Well..." the little milk can asked again, "Ma Ma, am I really the baby you adopted?"

Wen churan smiled, picked up the small milk can, stuffed him into Mu Cheng's arms and said solemnly, "in fact... You are the baby born of Mu Cheng millet and grew up drinking Mu Cheng Millet's milk."

"Really?" The little milk can blinked big eyes of surprise.

He pulled Mu Cheng's shirt with his hand, stretched his neck and explored the cerebellar bag melon into the shirt? I want to see Uncle Mu Cheng's grandmother... "

Mu Cheng reached out to the head of the small milk can who wanted to move forward, and showed an embarrassed and helpless smile to Wen churan. "If you joke again, the small milk can will be taken seriously."