Chapter 1085 Let Him Cry if He Wants

He really didn't promise.

But before that, Wen Churan had been asking Little Milk Can to cancel all activities in country V. He had no objection or objection. She thought he meant to let them leave.

Who would have thought that when things came to a close, something like this happened.

But then I thought about it, and it was actually within Wen Churan's expectation.

It would be strange if a cunning man like Sheng Shimo could easily let her and the little milk jug go!

Mucheng still wanted to argue with Sheng Shimo, but Wen Churan stopped him and looked at Sheng Shimo as if he didn't care, saying, "You are right, this matter was caused by the little milk can. Let's leave now." It’s indeed a bit unkind. Since you have no intention of pushing me and the little milk jug out to resolve this matter, let’s just let it go like this.”

After hearing this, Mucheng immediately frowned, obviously a little surprised.

As soon as Sheng Shimo left, he hurriedly said, "Xiaoran, you..."

Wen Churan interrupted him directly, "In this situation, it is really not easy for us to leave. We are afraid that the matter will get bigger and bigger, and even cause trouble in E country, and he has made it clear that he will not let us leave. It’s not too late to wait until this matter is over before leaving.”

"How long will it take?!" Mucheng said anxiously, "With such big news, the reporters outside will not give up easily."

Wen Churan shook his head, put on a winning smile, and said in an unusually determined tone, "Don't worry, based on my understanding of him, he has a way to solve this matter, and... it will be solved as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Mucheng was stunned.

From what I know about him...

Yes...the two of them have known each other for so many years, even if they haven't seen each other for five years, they still know each other best.

Wen Churan walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the curtains, and saw a group of reporters outside the Presidential Palace. They looked crazy like zombies in the movie, and surrounded the Presidential Palace. If there were no guards blocking them, they would have rushed in. Came in.

"You should take the small milk jug back to his bedroom first. I want to rest for a while." Wen Churan turned around and said to Mucheng.

She has been worried since last night, and her head hurts badly.

Mucheng nodded, and just as he was about to hug the little milk can, the little milk can began to purr.

"No, no! I want to be with Mommy."

Then he stood up from the bed, ran to Wen Churan, and hugged her thigh.

With a cold face, Wen Churan bent down and pulled open the small milk jug, then threw it into Mucheng's arms.

The little milk jug immediately started crying, tears falling down.

Seeing his appearance, Mucheng lost his mind and looked at Wen Churan.

Wen Churan said coldly, "Send him back to his bedroom and let him cry!"

"Xiaoran..." Mucheng seemed to want to persuade him a few more words.

Wen Churan frowned, with a tired look on his face, "I'm very tired, can you leave me alone for a while?!"

When Mucheng saw this, he could only leave with the crying milk can in his arms.

With the slight sound of the door closing, the bedroom became completely quiet. Wen Churan's body was like a deflated balloon, and he fell down on the edge of the bed.

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As night fell in City B, Sheng Zhixun brought a glass of hot milk and paced back and forth outside Gu Nanpei's bedroom, muttering incessantly and practicing how to make a non-awkward opening.

After hesitating for a long time, he plucked up the courage and knocked on the door, his heart pounding.