Limited Time Hidden Marriage

  Chapter 889 I'm going crazy with jealousy

   "If you really want to know, wait until Xiao Ran wakes up and ask her in person." Mu Cheng coldly refused, "Whether she wants to tell you or not, she should decide."

  Ask her in person?

   In its prime, Mo evokes a wry smile.

  She won’t tell him.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Cheng said angrily again, "President Adair, I don’t know what kind of quarrel between you and Xiao Ran, but five years have passed. Although she has recovered her life, she has also been ruined and lame. With the legs off, I hope you will stop torturing her, even I can feel her pain, can't you really see it? Why must she go upstairs, you know she is scared!"

Why…

  Because she said: Don’t call my name anymore, from now on...you will be Wen Churan this person... is dead!

  He doesn't believe it, she can really discard everything five years ago at will.

  He wants to remind her of everything before, and wants her to understand that the Presidential Palace of Country V belongs to her, not Country E!

  The reason why he caught the little milk can is because the little milk can is his son, and the second is because he wants to keep her behind and prevent her from following Mu Cheng back to Country E.

As long as I saw Mu Cheng, the thought that she had lived with this man for five full years, and the thought that Mu Cheng had participated in her five-year life, Mo's heart was almost mad with jealousy. He had never been so jealous of a person or one thing.

  The more jealous he is, the more he will do something extraordinary, just wanting to strengthen his sense of existence in her heart.

   "Ma Ma! Ma Ma!"

  At this moment, the little milk can's anxious call suddenly sounded outside the door.

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

  "Small milk can...Small milk can..."

   Then, she opened her eyes.

  With the return of consciousness, the hollow pupils begin to focus, and then the clearness is completely restored.

  Mu Cheng opened the door, and a small figure rushed in like a gust of wind, and then took a leap and pounced on Wen Churan's body.

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

Sheng Shimo beside    grabbed the collar of the little milk can, carried him 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 his mouth made a tragic scream, "Let go of me! You let me go! The big bad guy, the big gangster, the big pervert, you hurt my Ma Ma, I want revenge for Ma Ma! I want to kick you to death!"

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

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

  Mo was upset in his prime, and threw the small milk can into Mu Cheng's arms.

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

  Mu Cheng understood Wen Churan’s mood, so he stuffed the small milk can into her arms.

   "Ma Ma..." The small milk can was shrunk in Wen Churan's arms, looking like a very round glutinous rice dumpling.

   "Mom, how are you doing? Is there any pain, just let the little milk can help you out."

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

  The appearance is both loveable and funny. Wen Churan couldn't help reaching out and poking his bulging cheeks with his fingers. With a puff, the bulging air was squeezed out of her pink lips.

   "Mama doesn't hurt, so I don't need to whistle a little milk can. Where's the little milk can? Tell Ma Ma, have you got any injuries?"

  (End of this chapter)