Chapter 1003

After pondering for a moment, Mu Cheng stood up from the table with a gentle smile on his mouth and said, "I'm not necessarily coming to the presidential palace for Xiaoran. President Adair, why are you so excited? Thank you very much for your servant's breakfast. It tastes good. Maybe... I'll come again for breakfast. President Adair, you have to prepare in advance... "

Sheng Shimo suddenly got up, put his arms on the edge of the table, leaned forward, approached Mu City, and said coldly from his thin lips, "next time, I'll ask the servant to prepare a blade for you!"

After hearing this, Mu Cheng's smile was deeper, and he didn't care about leaving two words "casually."

With that, he left his position and walked out of the restaurant. His figure soon disappeared in the presidential palace.

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Wen churan didn't eat much breakfast at all. She turned out the potato chips, biscuits and jelly in her bedroom. These are snacks for small milk cans. Now they are all in her mouth.

After a while, the door was opened and Mo came in with breakfast.

Wen churan immediately jumped up from the bed and scattered the snacks on his thigh.

In full bloom, Mo put breakfast on the tea table. Before she opened her mouth, she said first, "don't ask, he's gone."

Wen churan hurriedly asked, "didn't you do anything to him?"

At that time, Mo looked up and looked at her with cold eyes. "What do you think I can do to him? Also, take back your worried look. I don't want to see it! "

If you don't want to see it, you want her to take it back?

What's wrong!

Put down the breakfast, when he was in full bloom, Mo went to Wen churan's face, with a long arm, hooked her thin waist, took her out of bed, and then put her down until she was held on the sofa. He pointed to the breakfast on the tea table and "ate" in the tone of command

Wen churan won't get angry with his hungry stomach. He just sat cross legged on the sofa, picked up bread in one hand and milk in the other.

Seeing that she was eating well, Sheng Shimo's face eased slightly and said, "don't meet him again in the future."

When Wen churan drinks milk, he puffs his cheeks and mutters, "you have restricted my freedom. Now you even have to manage my interpersonal communication!"

Sheng Shimo's attitude is tough. "Interpersonal communication is OK, but men can't, especially Mucheng!"

This man never makes sense.

Wen churan was too lazy to argue with him and scolded "Psycho!"

At that time, Mo said, "if you are ill, it's also for you!"

"Get out!" Wen churan couldn't bear it.

When he was in full bloom, Mo didn't speak any more. He really turned and left the bedroom.

Until the door was slammed shut, Wen churan's face showed an angry look. His smart eyes seemed to have formed a layer of cold ice, as if turning the whole bedroom into an ice cellar.

Late at night, Wen churan was sleepy. She felt as if something was wriggling in the quilt. She climbed from her thigh to her stomach little by little.

It felt like something was pressing on her stomach. Wen churan was awakened. He suddenly opened his eyes and opened the quilt. He saw a small lump lying on her stomach in the dark.

Without the cover of the quilt, Xiaotuan was very dissatisfied and hummed, "Ma Ma, cover the quilt quickly. It's so cold..."

It was a small milk can.

Wen churan covered the quilt again, rubbed his little head, opened his eyes, and suddenly couldn't sleep. He asked, "today's shooting is over?"

The little milk can seemed very sleepy and spoke vaguely. "Well... I shot a promotional film in the morning, a magazine cover in the afternoon, and participated in a variety show in the evening."