Chapter 883 You Are the Child of Mucheng Shumao

A man in military uniform was retreating from the hall with a group of guards. When passing through the back garden, a young man in military uniform suddenly jumped in front of him from among the flowers.

"elder brother!"

Seeing this, the man in military uniform yelled coldly, "You are so reckless in what you say and do. How would you behave if the President saw you like this!"

The boy in military uniform didn't care that he had been taught a lesson, and asked hurriedly, "Brother! I just saw a beautiful girl entering the presidential palace, did you see it?"

What a pretty girl?

The man in military uniform frowned, and it took him a moment to understand who the girl he was referring to was.

The young man in military uniform was still praising the woman gushingly, "Wow! That face... that figure... that temperament, but it's a pity... I just limp when walking..."

The man in military uniform asked, "Do you know who she is?"

"I don't know." The boy in military uniform shook his head in confusion, and then asked excitedly, "What? Brother, do you know that girl?"

The man in military uniform looked at the young man and said one word at a time, "Do you know the little prince who was just brought back yesterday? The girl you are talking about is the biological mother of the little prince!"

"Holy shit!" The young man in military uniform was so frightened that his face suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but yell, "She...she is already the mother of a four-year-old child? Oh my God...I thought she was only eighteen, and I still wanted to chase her. ! Well... my illusions are completely shattered..."

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Wen Churan stuffed the small milk can into the car. The small hand of the small milk can opened the window and stared directly at the Presidential Palace. He reluctantly said, "Pikachu is still in there..."

Mucheng touched his little head and comforted him, "If you want Pikachu, Mucheng will buy it for you."

After hearing this, Little Milk Tank let go of the car window, turned around and fell into Mucheng Shumao's arms.

Xiaoyoutiao sat in the front, looking at the rearview mirror while driving, and said, "Little actor, I haven't seen you for a few days, are you okay?"

The little milk jug raised her arm and made an OK gesture towards him, indicating that she was fine.

Wen Churan held the small milk bottle on his lap and sat down, and asked with a serious face, "Tell Mom, did he say anything strange to you?"

"That big gangster?" Little Milk Pot touched his chin, frowned, thought for a while, and said, "He told me that he is my daddy!"

As soon as these words came out, Wen Churan and Mucheng's expressions changed, and even the little youtiao who was driving was stunned when he heard this.

Little Milk Tank pulled Wen Churan's sleeves with her little hands and blinked her big curious eyes, "Mom, is he really my daddy?"

"No!" Wen Churan hurriedly objected, and suddenly became a little excited. "He is not your daddy!"

After hearing this, Little Milk Tank immediately breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest with his little hands, and made a thankful voice, "It's okay, it's okay...Fortunately, that big gangster is not my daddy. It really scared me to death..."

"Then..." Little Milk Tank asked again, "Mama, am I really your adopted baby?"

Wen Churan smiled slightly, picked up the small milk jug, stuffed it into Mucheng's arms, and said seriously, "Actually... you are the child born of your Mucheng Sichuan, and you also grew up drinking the milk of Mucheng Sichuan." of."

"Really?" Little Milk Can blinked her big eyes in surprise.

I saw him pulling at Mucheng's shirt with his hands, stretching his neck, and exploring the inside of the shirt with his little head. "Where's grandma? I want to take a look at Uncle Mucheng's grandma..."

Mucheng reached out and put his hand on Little Milk Can's head, which was trying to move forward, and showed an embarrassed and helpless smile to Wen Churan, "If you keep joking, Little Milk Can will take it seriously."