Chapter 820 I am amazing!

  Wen Churan was stunned when he heard what the little boy blurted out.

   After a while, she whispered, "Smelly milk tank, it’s great to be an actor...it’s great to earn money..."

Although Wen Churan's mouth was spitting out, he felt a sense of being cared about in his heart, which was sweeter than pouring honey.

Oh! Oh my god!

  The little kid who said to raise her to protect her is her son!

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

  The little milk can happily shook her head and shook her head, and threw the foam on the floor, "I am amazing... I am amazing..."

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

  The bath towel she holds in her hand is dough, and he is the meat wrapped in dough.

  Back to the bedroom, Wen Churan stuffed the meat in his hand into the bed.

   "Sleep obediently, no fun!"

  The small body of the small milk tank shrank in the bed, only a small furry head was exposed, and Chao Wen Churan blinked his eyes obediently.

  Wen Churan simply sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his head, and coaxing softly, "Close your eyes and go to sleep..."

  Wen Churan was not free until she put the milk can to sleep. She went to the kitchen downstairs and cooked a bowl of noodles for lunch.

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

  Looking at his own Ma Ma completely leaving the bedroom, he together with the other eye, stretched out his little hand under the pillow, took out a mobile phone, and then swiped and clicked on the screen with his finger.

  ——Youtiao, where are you?

   Soon, the text message has a reply.

  ——Report to the little actor, I am in front of the computer to help you arrange your next month’s itinerary.

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

  ——Why give me the babysitter car?

  Ding Dong, I got another reply.

  ——Because Miss Wen asked me...

  ——How did she ask?

——Ms. Wen said that you have a busy schedule, the little actor, she misses it so much that she doesn’t dare to show up publicly, so she wants to pretend to be a driver, hoping to have a short time with you, and then please me...give her the nanny car .

  Pretend as a driver? She obviously stole his toy gun and pretended to be a kidnapper!

  ——I don’t plan to lend her my nanny car again! (╯‵□′)╯︵┴─┴

  ——Little actor, if I take the liberty to ask, why?

Why?

  The little milk can typed a paragraph on the phone: Idiot! My feet are lame, driving will definitely be very tired!

  He did not send it immediately, but stared at the screen closely, his frowning look, as if he was thinking carefully about something.

  After a while, he poked his little finger and deleted all the passages and replaced them with another content.

--Humph! Don't tell you! ╮（╯＿╰）╭

   KOKO——

  At that moment, the door of the room was knocked, and a woman’s voice rang out, "Little milk tank, I heard the ding-dong! Now immediately put down the phone and close your eyes and sleep obediently!"

  The small milk can shook her hand in fright, and quickly turned off the phone, tucked it under the pillow again, then shrank into the bed and started to take a nap in comfort.

  Nothing happened in the afternoon, Wen Churan returned to his bedroom, and was about to take a nap.

  Turning on the phone, I want to take a look at the time, but my eyes froze on the date displayed on the screen.

  The author has something to say: (Dingdong, your cute little milk can is online!)

  (End of this chapter)