Chapter 835 Nobody Helps Me Knit A Sweater

   "Mucheng Shufan!"

  Just listening to this voice, one can imagine how ecstatic the owner of this voice would be.

   Immediately after, a small figure rushed over like a gust of wind, squeezed Wen Churan's legs directly, and rushed towards Mu Cheng's arms.

  Mu Cheng has quick eyes and quick hands, opened his arms, and just took it with a full heart.

  I saw the small milk pot hug his neck tightly, and put his lips on his cheeks, chip, chip, chip, and he didn't stop until the chick made his face full of saliva.

   "Mucheng Shumi, the milk tank misses you so much, have you forgotten the milk tank..."

  The little milk pot put her head on the man’s shoulder, curled her mouth, and made a grievance complaint. The voice...like it was about to cry, which made people feel heartache after hearing it.

  Mu Cheng patted Xiao Nuomi Dumpling on the back, comforting him while holding him, and walked into the Xiaoyang Mansion under Wen Churan's gaze.

  Seeing the dishes and chopsticks on the table, he asked, "Eating breakfast?"

  Wen Churan had not had time to answer, so he listened to the little milk can preemptively saying, "Mucheng Shumi, would you like to have breakfast with us?"

  Speaking, he showed a bold and generous appearance, and then said, "Mucheng Shumi, you are welcome, I can lend you my baby bottle to make milk!"

Faced with the child’s nonsense, Mu Cheng did not choose to correct it, but smiled softly and thanked him very cooperatively, “Thank you for sharing the little milk pot. Unfortunately, Uncle Mu Cheng has already eaten breakfast. I will borrow yours next time. Baby bottle."

  The smile of the man, like the spring breeze in March, brushed through the heart, it was really beautiful.

  The originally depressing atmosphere of the small western-style house, perhaps because of the appearance of men, instantly became a lot warmer.

  Wen Churan stood aside, shook his head helplessly.

  Every time I see Mu Cheng, the little milk can will be like a koala, hanging on his body and never let go.

   stuck with the small milk pot for a while, Mu Cheng carried him back to the bedroom, and leaned in his ear, whispering, “I’m looking for you to talk about something, you are here to be good.”

Little milk tank knew that Uncle Mu Cheng must have been here for the shooting of his promo, so he hurriedly lighted his head, very well-behaved and promised "Mu Cheng Shumiao, you can rest assured, I will definitely not bother you and Ma Ma Di!"

  That's what it said. When Mu Cheng left the bedroom, he couldn't help but ran to open the door, poked his head out from the crack in the door, and looked straight toward Wen Churan's bedroom with his big, dripping eyes.

  He prayed silently in his heart: Mucheng Shumi, you must succeed! The happiness of the milk tank rests on you for the rest of your life!

  Mu Cheng walked into Wen Churan’s bedroom and saw a woman sitting beside the bed knitting a sweater. The ball of yarn that had been placed on her thigh suddenly fell to the ground and rolled far away.

  He bends down, picks up the ball of wool, and while rolling up the wool scattered on the ground, he approaches in the direction of Wen Churan.

  Until she walked in front of her, gently put the ball of yarn on her thigh.

   "Weaving for the little milk pot?"

   "Hmm." Wen Churan replied, "The temperature is about to drop. I will help him knit a vest."

   At this moment, Mu Cheng suddenly sighed.

  Wen Churan rarely hears such a voice from this man's mouth.

  She raised her head and looked at him suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

  I saw the man's expression suddenly become a little gloomy, saying, "I'm just a pity, no one helps me knit a sweater."

  (End of this chapter)