Chapter 1256 Don't make a small report if you have the ability

  The next day, Wen Churan woke up early and began to work in the kitchen.

  In any case, she must make Boyce comfortable in the presidential palace, so that he will willingly assist the small milk tank.

  Assuming that it was almost noon, Boyce finally appeared, and Wen Churan warmly welcomed him, "Come on, Mr. Boyce, let’s have lunch first."

   "No need." Boyce faintly refused, and walked to the second floor, "I have already eaten."

Ah? Ate?

   "Then... Then I still have fruits and desserts after the meal, would you like to try it?" Wen Churan hurriedly said.

   "I don't like sweets." Boyce refused again.

  Don’t like sweets?

After   , she was anxious to treat him warmly, but forgot to ask him what he likes to eat!

  In order to make up for it, Wen Churan asked, "What do you like to eat, I will help you prepare now!"

  The man suddenly stopped, looked back at Wen Churan, and said coldly, "You just don't bother me while I'm working!"

  "……"

  Wen Churan was stunned.

"OK then…"

  Looking at the distant figure of Baisi, Wen Churan couldn't help but shouted "Um...I put the food in the hall. If you are hungry, you can come down and eat anytime!"

  Boys pushed open the study room, but saw that the study room was empty and there was no small milk can.

  He frowned and looked around in the study room. When he was wondering how no one was there, there was a sudden voice from below.

   "Hey! Where do you look? I am here!"

  Boys looked for a voice and lowered his head, only to find that there was a small carrot head standing in front of him, because he was not as tall as his calf, so his sight could not be caught.

  The little carrot head was sticking in his waist, and he raised his head vigorously to look at Bayes from head to toe.

  Boys bypassed him directly, walked to the desk, and looked through the mess of documents on the desk.

  The little milk can hurriedly stopped "Hey! Wait! Don't touch my things, can you afford to mess up?!"

  Bois snorted, "Your desk...can it be messed up anymore?"

  The little milk can hummed, and ran over with her short legs, "Anyway, don't mess with me!"

  Boys ignored him, tidying up the desk, and sorting the processed and unprocessed documents.

   Then, pointing to the position in front of the desk, commanded to the small milk tank, "Go and sit down first."

  The little milk can glared at him with an expression of ‘why should I listen to you’.

  Boys frowned, "Are you sitting?"

   "Don't sit down! Huh!" The little milk can tilted his head, very stubborn.

  Boys seemed to have lost his patience and directly picked up the collar of the small milk can and threw him into position.

  The little milk can thinks about it, but Boys presses on his shoulder, "If you move again, I will tell you Ma Ma!"

  As soon as he heard this, the little milk jug really took care of it, glared at Boyce, and said angrily, "Bad guy! Bad temper! If you have the ability, don't make a small report!"

  Boys sneered coldly, "If you have the ability, don't be afraid that I will give a short report."

"you you…"

  The little milk can is too angry to speak, because he has no such ability.

  He wants to work hard to be a good baby, and he is most afraid of angering Ma Ma. What if there is no glutinous rice dumpling in the future?

  And... Ma Ma seems to value this man quite a bit.

  But, the more Ma Ma valued this man, the more he hated this man!

  Hmph, no man is allowed to **** his hemp!

  (End of this chapter)