Chapter 889 I’m Almost Going Crazy with Jealousy

"If you really want to know, wait until Xiaoran wakes up and ask her in person." Mucheng refused coldly, "It is up to her to decide whether to tell you or not."

Ask her in person?

Sheng Shimo raised a wry smile.

She won't tell him.

Immediately afterwards, Mucheng said slightly angrily, "President Adair, I don't know what kind of entanglement you had with Xiaoran, but five years have passed. Although she has saved her life, her appearance has also been ruined." I hope you won’t continue to torture her. Even I can feel her pain. Why can’t you really see her? You know she’s scared!”

Why…

Because she said: Don’t call me by my name again. From now on...you will think that Wen Churan is already dead!

He didn't believe that she could really throw away everything from five years ago.

He wants her to remember everything in the past, and he wants her to understand that this country V presidential palace is where she belongs, not country E!

The reason why he caught Xiao Milk Can was, firstly, because Xiao Milk Can was his son, and secondly, because he wanted to use this to keep her and prevent her from following Mucheng back to Country E.

As long as he sees Mucheng, and thinks that she has lived with this man for five years, and that Mucheng has been involved in her life for five years, Sheng Shimo is almost crazy with jealousy. He has never been so jealous of a person or person. one thing.

The more jealous he is, the more he will do something outrageous, just to strengthen his presence in her heart.

"Mom! Mama!"

At this time, the anxious call of the little milk can suddenly sounded outside the door.

I don't know if it was because of the connection between mother and son, but Wen Churan, who was still unconscious in bed, heard a faint sound from his pale lips.

“Little milk jug…little milk jug…”

Then, she opened her eyes.

As consciousness returns, the empty pupils begin to focus, and then become completely clear again.

Mucheng opened the door, and a small figure rushed in like a gust of wind, then leaped forward and pounced on Wen Churan.

"Mama...Mama, what's wrong with you..."

Sheng Shimo, who was next to him, grabbed the collar of the small milk can, held it in his hand like a chicken, and said coldly, "Don't touch your mother, she is still very weak now!"

The little milk tank struggled violently and screamed fiercely, "Let me go! Let me go quickly! Big bad guy, big gangster, big pervert, you hurt my Mommy, I want to avenge Mommy!" I'm going to kick you to death!"

His short legs kicked randomly in the air, but they couldn't kick Sheng Shimo at all.

Mucheng stepped forward and said angrily, "President Adair, let go of the little milk can!"

Sheng Shimo was upset and threw the small milk can into Mucheng's arms.

Wen Churan spoke, his voice hoarse and weak, "Mucheng...give me the little milk can..."

Mucheng understood Wen Churan's mood, so he stuffed the small milk jug into her arms.

"Mommy..." The little milk jug shrank in Wen Churan's arms, looking like a round glutinous rice dumpling.

"Mom, how are you? Is there any pain? The little milk bottle will help you breathe and it will be fine."

He puffed up his cheeks and blew into Wen Churan's face.

That look was both cute and funny. Wen Churan couldn't help but reach out and poke his bulging cheeks with his fingers. With a puff, the bulging air squeezed out from his pink lips.

"Mommy doesn't feel any pain, so there's no need to use the little milk pot. Where's the little milk pot? Tell Mommy, are you injured anywhere?"