Chapter 47

Xing Xing stood in front of Jiang Mingyuan, holding his thigh tightly, his face pressed against his leg, lipstick on his eyebrows stuck to his pants, and he did not dare to look at his mother's face.

But this is all before. Now Dad is talking to himself, and the little guy's courage is getting bigger again. He moved his ears, tilted his face back, turned his head and said to his mother in a hurry: "I'm fine . "Then he buried his head in.

When he buried his face on Jiang Mingyuan's leg, he was still restless. He kept moving, rubbing his lipstick on his clothes, and sticking it back to his own face, just like a little cat.

Cheng Huan twitched his lips, and couldn't bear to look straight. She got up and walked over, reached out her hand, and pulled the little guy off him in Jiang Mingyuan's helpless eyes.

When the stars heard footsteps, they hugged their father tighter. Unfortunately, it was useless. In the face of absolute power, any resistance was futile.

And his hopeful dad failed to protect him.

"Look that your pants are dirty, but you still help him talk." Holding the restless son in his hands, Cheng Huan stared at the stain on his pants: "Would you like to change one?"

It is clear that taking people away also expresses a meaning, the little fart doesn't care.

"Let's do it." Jiang Mingyuan knew her plans well, but did not refuse. The son was indeed a bit skinny, and he should have learned the lesson. He nodded, "I'll go down and get my clothes."

Cheng Huan smiled and waved at him: "Go."

Hearing his dad to leave, the star immediately worried, he looked up and shouted timidly: "Dad?"

"Dad is going to change clothes." Cheng Huan glanced at the stars, smiled gently, and looked at him again after signing, motioning to leave quickly.

Jiang Mingyuan smiled with a temper, but did not dare to look at his son anymore and turned to go out.

His luggage was packed by the assistant. It was a small suitcase. Jiang Mingyuan took out his trousers and changed it in the car. It was still early, and he waited for a while before going upstairs.

When she went up, Cheng Huan was still "educating her love" on the stars, and she didn't know what she said. When she saw herself coming in, the little guy only glanced back, and then dared not run back like before. Ask for protection.

At the end of the conversation between the two, the stars promised to dispose of their dirty things. Cheng Huan leaned on the sofa, nodded imperceptibly, and said, "Come on, hurry up, my father and mother still need Hurry up and you will be left at home alone. "

The stars looked like they were about to cry, but their eyes were filled with tears, but they didn't flow out strong. He nodded his grievances and squinted his mouth: "I know my mother."

The things Cheng Huan wanted the stars to deal with included flooring, blankets, and Jiang Mingyuan's pants.

I heard that he wanted his son to wash his pants. Jiang Mingyuan subconsciously asked for him: "I don't need to ..."

Only half of what was said, the remaining half disappeared into Cheng Huan's eyes.

"OK then……"

Cheng Huan was serious about letting the stars deal with his mess. His son is young and has no money concept. In his eyes, lipstick is no different from the crayons he played before. He said that how much money he wasted was about the same as playing the piano. She also didn't want to use corporal punishment all the time. It was not a good thing for his child to play too much.

So it is what it is now, you do the bad thing and finish it yourself.

At most, Xingxing usually gives his mother a shoe and pours a glass of water. This is the first time that he occasionally pushes a mop as a car to drive him seriously.

The other person was small and couldn't move the mop. Cheng Huan screwed him a wet towel and let him lay on the floor and wipe the floor.

The little boy was holding the towel, lying on the ground with his head down, and wiping off the red mark on the floor with the towel. Jiang Mingyuan looked at him a little, but couldn't bear it, but he didn't say anything.

He took a look at Cheng Huan, took a tissue, walked two steps forward, picked up the lipstick that was broken into two sections on the ground, and the lipstick tube was not damaged. The top was engraved with the manufacturer's logo. Below are a few numbers. Jiang Mingyuan made a note of the numbers and threw the things together with a paper towel into the trash.

When I looked up, I just hit the sight that Cheng Huan recovered from the trash can.

After staring for ten minutes, the floor was barely wiped clean, and the entire towel was dyed pink.

Without saying a word, Cheng Huan replaced him with a new one and let him continue to clean the carpet. Xing Xing lay on this side for a long time, and it was false to say that he was not tired, but he was so angry that his mother didn't speak, so he didn't yell, grabbed a clean new towel, and continued to clean the carpet.

The two adults stood aside, their eyes stopped on the little spot on the ground. The carpet is much harder to wipe than the floor. The fur on the stall is stained with color and cannot be wiped off with a wet towel. Instead, because of the water, it will smudge this color to other places.

The star rubbed for a long time, and did not clean the place. The grieving one would cry again. He was still young, and he had no energy for such a long time. When his hands were loose, he lay on the carpet.

"Okay." Cheng Huan walked over, hugged the person, took off the towel in his hand and handed it to Jiang Mingyuan: "The carpet doesn't need to be wiped. We wash our face and go to the plane."

The star lay in her mother's arms, wrapped her mother's neck around her hand with little strength, gave her a glance at her, and whispered, "And pants."

Jiang Mingyuan was reluctant to let his son do the laundry again, and Wen Yan quickly said, "Daddy's pants don't need to be washed."

Xingxing didn't dare to believe his dad anymore. After just what happened, the little guy was clearly seen.

In this home, moms still talk.

Cheng Huan held the stars and walked to the bathroom. He put him on a stool in front of the dressing table, took out makeup remover, squeezed a little in his hand, and carefully rubbed it on his son's face.

Lipstick encountered makeup remover, and it disappeared with a light touch. I wiped the lipstick on the face, focusing on the eyebrows, and wiped it off completely. Cheng Huan let the staring head close his eyes and wash his face with his hands. After washing it several times, making sure nothing remained, she turned off the faucet and wiped the star's face.

After washing the face towel and hanging it on a hanger, Cheng Huan glanced at his son, and finally said, "Dad said that it is not necessary, and you have to wash it yourself next time."

Anyway, after the incident just now, he should also realize his mistake. Cheng Huan guessed that even if he put lipstick in front of him, the little guy would not dare to look at it.

Hearing his mother's remission for punishment, Xingxing breathed a sigh of relief, and he patted his chest, courting Chao Chenghuan to promise: "Mom, I will never do it again."

"Not afraid, next time you do something bad to clean up your mess." Cheng Huan said that it doesn't matter. Today this thing provided inspiration for him, and he will do the same next time.

After some tossing before, Cheng Huan has already watched it at 4:40. The air ticket they ordered is 6:10, and the remaining time is not generous. Cheng Huan patronized the lesson bear child, so far he has not combed his hair or changed his clothes.

She was in a hurry, tossed the washed little fart to his child's father, hurriedly said, waited for me below, rushed into the room, and shut the two out of the door.

"Dad." The star left behind looked at his father.

"Let's go, son, let's go to the car and wait for Mom." The father and son looked at each other, Jiang Mingyuan held him up, said to the people inside, and took the son out.

When Cheng Huan changed his clothes and got his hair done, it was already a little over five. A large wavy hair was tied casually in his head, wearing short black jacques and high-waisted skinny jeans, with a pair of ten-centimeter stiletto heels under his feet, red lips and winking eyes, handsome.

The lipstick that Cheng Huan wanted to use was earthy, and her makeup was relatively light. Because the lipstick was buried in a trash can, she had to change her lipstick.

The new lipstick is reddish and suitable for more intense makeup. In order to match, Cheng Huan has added eye makeup. Dark brown eyeshadows have large marks at the end of the eyes, the eyeliner is slightly hooked, and the beauty is a bit sharp.

It was only half an hour before she changed her style.

Jiang Mingyuan was a little surprised, and glanced away at another place: "Why so little?"

Cheng Huan's jacket is not short. It only goes to the navel, and the sweater inside is very thin. There is almost no warming effect, and it feels cold when you look at it.

Regarding his dress, Cheng Huan has good reasons. "Isn't Red Coral Island tropical? I checked the weather forecast, and the highest temperature there is 30 degrees. It takes a lot of trouble to get off the plane if you wear too much."

"It's better to take it off now than it is now." Jiang Mingyuan frowned, picked up the down jacket and put it on, and Cheng Huan didn't want to, he kept holding the dress.

In the end, Cheng Huan yielded to his insistence and put on the down jacket reluctantly. The down jacket was made by Jiang Mingyuan, and the size was large. Cheng Huan couldn't show it when he put it on. The whole person became fat like a ball, like a penguin.

Jiang Mingyuan seemed very satisfied with her like this: "Wear first, wait until the place and then take off, a piece of clothing can't take up much space."

Cheng Huan leaned on the back of the chair, and he felt weak and weak. The down jacket had enough wool and the warmth effect was first-rate. After wearing it for a while, she felt hot and sweaty. Come down.

Jiang Mingyuan kept an eye on her side, and came out to block immediately: "What's wrong?"

"I'm hot." Cheng Huan was expressionless.

"Turn the air conditioner down." Jiang Mingyuan instructed the driver and turned to look at her again. "The temperature will be low later. Don't take off your clothes. What to do if you catch a cold?"

Cheng Huan: "..."