Chapter 714

The little guy turned his head vigilantly and looked around. Although his parents were not at home, he could do whatever he wanted, but after all, his grandparents were still at home and couldn't be taken lightly.

Chen Yuehong is chatting with the old sisters of the dance team to discuss the next competition, while Han Jun is watching the news.

The little guy breathed a sigh of relief and stared at a row of strange little bottles, small boxes and all kinds of colors placed on the dressing table... She couldn't name "good things".

Xuanxuan sat in front of the mirror like her mother and looked at herself in the mirror. She had two ponytails on her head and neat bangs on her forehead. She looked very cute.

Of course, Xuanxuan's hairstyle is designed by her father every day.

In the past, the little guy's aesthetic was that her father looked good when he combed it, but as she grew up day by day, she also had her own aesthetic.

The so-called aesthetics is not very good in Han mo.

At first, Han Mo wore what braids, and the little guy would show envy. But now, every time I comb my hair, I can always hear the little guy express his opinions very loudly.

In Han Mo's opinion, combing the little guy's hair is a kind of enjoyment. You can design many beautiful works according to your own ideas.

But now Han Mo's hair is as big as a cow every time he combs it for the little guy. The little guy has countless ideas. For a while, it's not good to comb it like this, and he asks to comb it again. For a while, it's not good to comb it like that, so he takes it down and ties it again.

The little guy can only command his father, and he can't finish it independently. Her so-called aesthetics really makes Han Mo unable to compliment.

These days, with the efforts of the whole family, I persuaded the little guy, gave her countless heart hints and self hypnosis, and finally let her accept that it's the best thing to comb her own horsetail.

Recently, the little guy asked his father to tie her a pair of ponytails every day.

Han Mo has been severely hit by his daughter these days, and they all have some doubts about life.

The little guy's vision was walking upstream of all kinds of bottles and cans on the dressing table, with a small hand poking his small chin.

"I remember mom wiping those big bottles first. What's their name?" The little guy thought about the terms his mother had mentioned before, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "basic skin care! It seems so. Then I make up. I also want basic skin care. "

The little guy always peeks at his mother's makeup. At that time, he can only envy. Now he finally sits in front of the makeup mirror.

Before, the little guy also tried to sit in front of his mother's makeup mirror, but every time he just sat down and didn't do anything, he was driven away by his mother.

After several failed attempts, the little guy no longer tried rashly and chose to fight wits. Dou Yong certainly can't win her mother, but how can Da Xuanxuan give up attacking her mother's dressing table? She can't attack hard, but can only outwit her.

The little abacus in Xuanxuan's heart crackled. Of course, Shuya didn't know these things.

Every time my mother made up, the little guy stood outside the door very skillfully, but looked at my mother innocently and didn't talk much.

Shuya thought the little guy had given up making trouble on the dresser. Unexpectedly, the little guy didn't think so.

Xuanxuan never felt that she was making trouble on the dresser. Instead, she always complained that her mother didn't know how to share.

But these days, the little guy standing outside the door looking at his mother's make-up is not only for fun, but also for observation. As for why he should observe carefully, it's natural that he can sit in front of the make-up mirror one day to prepare.

At the moment, the results of the little guy's observation for many days were used. She tried to recall the steps before her mother made up, which should be wiped first and which should be wiped later.

After skin care, start putting on makeup

"I like gold. Yes, wipe this."

"I like red, too. Let's have half."

"Eh, orange is so beautiful..."

"Wow, black is so special."

"Why don't you try them all? It's nothing."

"Yes, yes, try it all..."

The little guy talked to himself while making up.

At first, Xuanxuan could follow the steps she had seen before, at least in the skin care stage. But when she saw the beautiful makeup, the little guy was a little impatient. So many cosmetics can be used, so many colors. Which one to use? Finally, I had the opportunity to sit in front of my mother's dressing table

"Or try them all." The little guy's eyes lit up,

It's wonderful for a little guy to sit in front of his mother's dressing table.

The little guy knows that he doesn't have much time to "become beautiful" here. He has long forgotten what steps are not. As long as he sees how good it is, no matter what its use is, he will wipe it on his face.

And children have a natural idea that they feel beautiful and super beautiful in how they draw.

At the moment, no one knows everything in front of the dressing table

Fifteen minutes later

Although Chen Yuehong often chats with the old sisters of the dance team, she is not unrestrained. Generally, the children are not at home, or when Xuanxuan is playing with Han Mo, she will talk a few words. Just now she was talking to everyone in the group. It was really something, so she finished what she should say and quickly put down her mobile phone.

At the moment, the news is over. Han Jun turns off the TV. He always feels that he is not very right and frowns slightly.

After Chen Yuehong put down her mobile phone, the north and South Korean army came and hissed, with a puzzled expression on her face, "old man, have you seen Xuanxuan?"

Han Jun suddenly found out why he felt like something was wrong. It turned out to be too quiet.

Usually I watch the news myself. Even if the little guy doesn't understand the news and is not very interested in the programs during this period, he will chatter next to him. Even if he doesn't speak, he will wander in the living room, at least where he can catch a glimpse of the line of sight.

But now?

Han Jun looked around. There was no figure or voice of Xuanxuan at all.

Although their home is not a luxury house, they can't see the edge at a glance, and the area is not small. They haven't seen it in a circle. They must not be in the living room.

Han Jun stood up. He knew that the child couldn't go out by himself. There was no sound now. It must be somewhere“ Is it in the house? "

Chen Yuehong nodded, "maybe reading in the room." She said as she walked to the little guy's small room. In fact, he said so. She didn't know what the little guy was doing, and she always felt an unspeakable feeling.

It's a hunch, and it doesn't seem like a good thing.

The child who is usually very lively and cheerful and always makes trouble in front of him suddenly has no voice and no accident. He may be hiding in a corner and doing bad things.

And the possibility is high.

Han Jun followed Chen Yuehong towards the bedroom.