Chapter 1003 I'm sick, it's also for you

After pondering for a moment, Mu Cheng stood up from the dining table with a gentle smile on his lips, and said, "I came to the Presidential Palace, and it is not necessarily for Xiaoran. President Adair, why are you so excited? Thank you very much for your servant for me. The prepared breakfast tastes good, maybe...I will come again for breakfast, President Adair, you have to make preparations in advance..."

  Mo also got up suddenly, propped his arms on the edge of the table, leaned forward, approached Mu Cheng, and said coldly from his thin lips, "Come here next time, I will let the servant prepare a blade for you!"

   After hearing this, Mu Cheng smiled deeper, and left the two words "whatever you want."

   After finishing speaking, he left the position and walked out of the restaurant. The figure quickly disappeared in the presidential palace.

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  Wen Churan didn't eat much breakfast at all, and turned out the potato chip biscuit jelly in the bedroom. These are all snacks for the small milk can, and now they all went into her mouth.

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

  Wen Churan immediately jumped out of the bed, and the snacks that had been placed on his lap were scattered all over the floor.

  Sheng Shimo put the breakfast on the coffee table, and before she could even speak, he preemptively said, "No need to ask, he is gone."

  Wen Churan hurriedly asked, "What did you do to him?"

  In the prime of time, Mo raised his head and looked at her with cold eyes, "What do you think, what can I do to him? Also, take back your worried appearance, I don't want to see it!"

  I don’t want to see it, so she should take it back?

  What's wrong!

Putting down the breakfast, Sheng Shimo walked to Wen Churan, with long arms, hooked her slender waist, hugged her out of bed, and then hugged her to the sofa before laying down, pointing to the breakfast on the coffee table. "Eat" in a commanding tone.

  Wen Churan will not take a hungry stomach to get angry, simply sit cross-legged on the sofa, holding bread in one hand and milk in the other.

   Seeing that she was eating rightly, Mo's face eased a little when she was in full bloom, and she said, "Don't meet him again."

  Wen Churan's action of drinking milk, muttering with her cheeks, "You have restricted my freedom, and now I have to take care of my interpersonal relations?!"

  In his prime, Mo’s attitude is tough, "Interpersonal communication is okay, but men cannot, especially Mucheng, let alone!"

  This man never makes sense.

  Wen Churan was too lazy to argue with him, and cursed "Insane!"

   In the prime of his time, Mo said, "If you are sick, it is also for you!"

   "Go!" Wen Churan couldn't bear it.

  Mo did not speak any more when he was in full bloom, and really turned around and left the bedroom.

  It wasn't until the door was slammed that Wen Churan's face showed an angry look, and his agile eyes seemed to have a layer of ice, as if the entire bedroom had become an ice cellar.

  In the middle of the night, Wen Churan slept in a dazed manner, feeling as if something was squirming in the blanket, crawling from her thigh to her belly little by little before it stopped.

   Feeling like something was pressed in her belly, Wen Churan was awakened, suddenly opened her eyes, opened the quilt, and saw that in the darkness, a small dumpling was lying on her belly.

  Uncovered by the quilt, the little dumpling grumbled in dissatisfaction, "Ma Ma Ma Ma, quickly cover the quilt, it's so cold..."

  It turned out to be a small milk can.

  Wen Churan re-covered the quilt, rubbed his little head, opened his eyes, and suddenly couldn’t fall asleep, so he asked "Today's filming is over?"

  Small milk tank seemed to be very sleepy, and she was a little confused. "Well... I shot a promotional video in the morning, a magazine cover in the afternoon, and went to a variety show in the evening."

  (End of this chapter)