Chapter 829 I will never ignore her again!

When the car was about to drive to Xiaoyanglou, Xiaoyou Tiao remembered the look Wen Churan looked at him this morning, so he tentatively asked the little milk tank behind him, "Your Majesty, my little actor, the President went to see it last night. When you were, did you say anything special to Miss Wen?"

  Couldn't it be that you used him as a spy to shake off?

   "Oh?" The little milk jug lifted his head from the story book and exclaimed, "Did Mucheng Shumi come to see me last night? Why didn't I know?"

  Small You Tiao was also surprised, "Don't you know?" Then guessed again, "It's so late, you probably fell asleep."

"Mucheng Shu is here, but Ma Ma didn't even wake me up?!" The little milk jug raised her eyebrows, her face full of resentment, and she was so angry that she slammed the storybook in her hand onto the seat. , I will never ignore her again!"

  Ah...

  Small You Tiao tightened her thin lips, realizing that she seemed to have said something wrong.

  The nanny car parked outside the Xiaoyang Building. Wen Churan heard the sound and ran out to greet him.

   Seeing the little milk tank jump out of the car, she squatted down, opened her arms, and was ready to pick it up.

  Who knows, the little milk tank didn’t even look at her. He dragged Pikachu's schoolbag and kicked on two short legs, and walked directly by her, completely treating her as air.

   Seeing this, Wen Churan stood up and looked back at the small figure rushing into the small western-style building with a ferocious imposing manner. It was almost as if it were two to eighty thousand.

  Confused, she didn't understand what was happening, and looked at the little dough stick with doubts and questions.

  Small You Tiao subconsciously lowered her voice, and quietly said, "The little actor knew that the President came to see him last night, but you didn’t wake him up, so..."

   Needless to say, Wen Churan also understands.

  She ran upstairs and knocked on the door of the little milk can.

  No response.

  She brought another plate of glutinous rice dumplings, raised her hand to instigate it twice, and wanted to incite the aroma from the crack in the door.

   "Baby...I specially prepared glutinous rice dumplings for you. Would you like to eat them?"

   Still no response.

  Wen Churan pretended to regret and said, "Baby? Don't you eat it? I don't like eating glutinous rice dumplings, so I can only throw it away. It's a pity, oh...I have prepared a lot..."

  Just as she finished her words, the door of the room was suddenly opened, but only a little crack was opened, and an arm was stretched out from the inside, and she waved her small hand, beckoning her to pass the glutinous rice dumpling to him.

  Wen Churan could not let go of this good opportunity, grabbed his arm directly, pulled his body from the crack in the door, and held him in his arms with his butt.

  The small milk tank didn’t expect this change at all, she was stunned for a moment, and then began to struggle, "Let go of me! Stinky! Big bad guy!"

  Wen Churan handed the glutinous rice dumpling in his other hand to him, "Here, your favorite glutinous rice dumpling, if you don’t eat it, you will waste it!"

Seeing the snow-white glutinous rice dumplings, the small milk jug's eyes lit up, she stopped crying, wrinkled her nose and sniffed twice, then raised her hand, quickly grabbed one from the plate and stuffed it into her mouth, and tasted it with relish. Only then is it willing to stop.

  Sure enough, Nuomi Dumpling is the best weapon against him.

  His cheeks are stuffed up, like a little hamster, but he still doesn't forget to complain, his voice is a bit vague.

   "Huh! The smelly hemp is too much, Mucheng Shumiao doesn't wake me up! I haven't seen Uncle Mucheng for a few days, and I almost want to kill him..."

  (End of this chapter)