Chapter 821 To you, always available

  He put the empty bottle on the dining table.

   "Ma Ma! Milk cans need dinner!"

  "Here is coming!" Wen Churan rushed out of the kitchen in a hurry, put the food in his hand in front of the small milk can, and exhorted, "Eat slowly and be careful of blanching."

  First served the little ancestor, Wen Churan put all the remaining dishes on the table, then served a bowl of white rice, and sat at the table.

   finally stopped.

  Every meal is like a war.

  This kid, only the time to eat and sleep is the best.

  After eating, Wen Churan took the small milk can into the bathroom to take a bath. When he came out, his head was straightened up, like a chicken pecking at rice.

When he was shrinking in the bed, he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but he still grasped Wen Churan's sleeves, and couldn't wait to mumble "Ma Ma... I send a model airplane..."

  Wen Churan saw it, a little bit dumbfounded, "Little clever ghost, I don’t think you want Uncle Mu Cheng to be a fake, do you want a model airplane to be true?"

   "Yeah~" The little milk pot protested with a nasal voice, and continued to mutter, "I want to see Mucheng Shufan."

  Wen Churan simply sat on the floor and asked, "Do you like your Uncle Mucheng so much?"

  Small milk tank endures sleepiness, and hardly clicks his head. "I like Mucheng Shumi, I hope Mucheng Shumi will marry Ma Ma, and then make the milk pot..."

  Wen Churan was stunned as soon as he said this.

  Because the little milk tank has never spoken such words, even though she knows that he likes Uncle Mu Cheng who clings to him very much, what kind of like he even misses after three days.

  Perhaps, he has always had this idea in his mind, but he just didn't say it.

  Wen Churan stroked the head of the little milk can, like the sound he just said, her heart suddenly throbbed.

  What she is most ashamed of for him is that she has let him have no father, so that he has never felt his father’s love since childhood.

  Every time she sees someone else’s child with her father, she will feel distressed and guilty about the little milk pot.

  Father’s love, once it is missing, it will never be able to make up.

  Although he never said it, she knew that he had been longing for fatherly love in his heart.

  Wen Churan dropped a kiss on the forehead of the small milk tank, and whispered softly, "Baby, it's Ma Ma, I'm sorry, Ma Ma will definitely give you a lot of love."

  On the first floor, leftovers and dishes are still scattered on the dining table, but Wen Churan has no thoughts to clean up.

  After thinking for a long time, she took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.

After    beeps twice, the call is answered.

   Immediately afterwards, a man's voice rang out on the other end.

"Hey?"

  The magnetic voice is low and dumb, yet gentle.

   may be a little hoarse because of sleepiness, but it adds a bit of laziness and sexiness.

   penetrates into the ears, as if a warm current reaches the heart.

  Just listening to this voice, one can imagine that there must be a very attractive man on the other end of the phone.

  —Sound can make the ear pregnant.

  This is not just an exaggeration.

  Even just a hello, it's enough to slap your heartstrings.

  Wen Churan was stunned for a moment, then cautiously said, "Mucheng, are you free now?"

  Suddenly there was a man’s chuckle on the other end of the phone, which was like a prickly piano music, which was especially pleasant to the ear.

   Immediately afterwards, the man said, "For you, I'm free at any time."

Wen Churan flushed immediately upon hearing this.

  (End of this chapter)