Chapter 843 Hanging Yourself on a Hook, No Change Allowed for a Hundred Years

Little Milk Tank worriedly stretched out her little finger towards Wen Churan and said, "Pull the hook and hang yourself..."

Wen Churan hooked his little finger and shook it twice: "Come and hang yourself, don't change for a hundred years..."

Before getting on the bus, Little Milk Can waved his hands vigorously at Wen Churan at the door and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Mom, Milk Can will be home soon!"

Wen Churan also waved to him, "Okay, Mommy is waiting for you!"

This inseparable scene will move anyone who sees it.

Wen Churan clasped his hands together and showed a begging look towards Mucheng.

Mucheng felt relieved and nodded in response with a smile.

Watching the little figure of the little milk tank getting into the car, seeing that he was still carrying his favorite Pikachu schoolbag, and then watching Mucheng's car go further and further away until it disappeared, Wen Churan almost burst into tears, feeling heavy in his heart Full of worry and reluctance.

In the car, Little Milk Can sniffed. Mucheng saw that his eyes were red, like a pitiful little rabbit, so he asked softly, "You are very reluctant to let go of Mommy?"

The little milk jug nodded.

After all, this was the first time since he was born that he had been away from Mommy for a long time.

However, Little Milk Tank has always been strong and has never cried. At this moment, although his eyes were red, he was holding back his tears and did not cry out.

Seeing that he was only a four-year-old child, but he had already learned to tolerate his emotions, Mucheng held him in his arms distressedly, caressed his back and said, "If you want to cry, just cry. Uncle Mucheng There is no need to endure it.”

The little milk jug shook her head, biting her pink lips and refusing to cry.

Not having a daddy since he was a child made him learn to be strong and make him want to be a man who stands upright.

Because other people’s moms are taken care of by Daddy, but his mom can only be protected by him.

Therefore, no matter what happened, he refused to cry, just because he was afraid that Mommy would be worried.

Gradually, not crying became a characteristic of him.

After arriving at the airport, Xiao Niangtan had another video call with Wen Churan. He reluctantly put down his phone for a long time before obediently going through the security check and boarding the plane.

Country V is not far from country E. Little Milk Can took a nap. When he woke up, he found himself being held in the arms of Mucheng Shu. The scene around him changed from a plane cabin to a nanny car, with Little Youtiao sitting in the driver's seat. .

He stretched, and his soft and waxy voice was particularly pleasant, but it was slightly hoarse because he had just woken up. "Mucheng Sichuan, are we there yet?"

"Well, we're here." Mucheng opened the car window. "Look, this is country V."

The little milk jug immediately sat up, pulled the edge of the window with her little hands, and looked out, her big eyes full of curiosity wandering around.

The bustling streets and the crowds of people were actually no different from Country E.

The little milk tank didn't see anything new and found it boring, so she retracted her head and continued to take a nap in Mucheng Shu's arms.

After arriving at the embassy of country V, officials from country V personally greeted him. He first sent the small milk can back to the hotel to rest, and then led Mucheng to the presidential palace to meet with President Adair of country V.

On the other side of the presidential palace, Sheng Shimo and other officials were already waiting outside to greet him. Within a moment, he saw a luxury car driving over.

After stopping, the car door was opened by the guard, and then, a slender figure stepped out of it.

That was a man about the same age as Sheng Shimo. He was handsome, and his temperament was dignified and elegant. Every sentence he spoke had the demeanor of a king. Just by looking at his unfathomable eyes, you could tell that this was by no means an ordinary thing. generation.