Standing in front of Jiang Mingyuan, Xingxing hugged his thigh tightly, with his face pressed against his thigh, the lipstick on his eyebrows was all stuck to his pants, and he didn't dare to look at his mother's face at all.
But this was all in the past. Now that Dad is helping him speak, the little guy’s courage has grown again. He moved his ears, leaned his face back, turned his head and said to his mother in a hurry: "I'm fine!" .” After saying that, he buried his head in it again.
When his face was buried in Jiang Mingyuan's lap, he was restless and kept moving. The lipstick on his eyebrows wiped on his clothes, and then stuck back to his face, making pieces here and there, like a little cat.
Cheng Huan twitched the corners of her mouth, and couldn't bear to look directly. She got up and walked over, stretched out her hand, and pulled the little guy off him under Jiang Mingyuan's helpless gaze.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xing Xing nervously hugged his father even tighter, but unfortunately it was useless. In the face of absolute power, any resistance was futile.
But his father, whom he had placed high hopes on, failed to protect him.
"Look at your dirty pants, thank you for helping him." Holding his restless son, Cheng Huan stared at the stain on his pants: "Do you want another pair?"
To make it clear that sending people away also expresses a meaning, the little brat doesn't care.
"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan knew her plan well, but he didn't refuse. His son is indeed a little skinny, and he should be taught a lesson. He nodded: "I'll go down and get the clothes."
Cheng Huan smiled and waved at him: "Go."
Hearing that his father was leaving, Xing Xing immediately became worried. He raised his head and called timidly, "Dad?"
"Father is going to change clothes." Cheng Huan glanced at Xing Xing with a gentle smile, then looked at him again after speaking, signaling to leave quickly.
Jiang Mingyuan smiled with a good temper, and didn't dare to look at his son anymore, turned around and went out.
His assistant packed up his luggage. It was just a small suitcase. Jiang Mingyuan took out a pair of trousers from it and changed it in the car. Seeing that it was still early, he waited for a while before going upstairs in a hurry.
When he went up, Cheng Huan was still giving "love education" to Xing Xing, and he didn't know what she said. When he saw himself coming in, the little guy only looked at him, then turned his head back, and didn't dare to run over like before. Ask for protection.
At the end of the conversation between the two, Xing Xing promised to dispose of the things he had soiled. Cheng Huan leaned on the sofa, nodded imperceptibly, and hummed: "Then go, hurry up, father and mother still have to clean up." Catch the plane, and if you're late, you'll be left alone at home."
Xing Xing looked like he was about to cry, his eyes were filled with tears, but he was strong enough not to shed them. He nodded aggrievedly and pouted his mouth: "Got it, Mom."
The things Cheng Huan asked Xingxing to deal with included the floor, blankets and Jiang Mingyuan's pants.
Hearing that he wanted his son to wash his pants, Jiang Mingyuan subconsciously pleaded for him: "I don't need mine..."
Only half of the words were spoken, and the remaining half disappeared in Cheng Huan's eyes.
"Oh well… "
Cheng Huan is serious about letting Xing Xing deal with his mess. His son is young and has no concept of money. In his eyes, lipstick is no different from the crayons he used to play with. Saying how much money he wasted is similar to playing the piano against a cow. She also doesn't want to use corporal punishment all the time. It's not a good thing for a child to grow up if he beats him too much.
So it became what it is now, you have to finish the bad things yourself.
At home, Xingxing usually just fetches a shoe for his mother and pours a glass of water. Occasionally, he pushes the mop as a car and asks him to clean the floor seriously. This is the first time.
He was too young to use a mop, so Cheng Huan twisted a wet towel for him and asked him to lie down on the floor to wipe the floor.
The little guy was holding a towel, lying on the ground, with his head down, using the towel to wipe off the red marks on the floor little by little. Jiang Mingyuan watched from the sidelines, feeling a little unbearable, but he didn't say anything.
He glanced at Cheng Huan, pulled out a tissue, took two steps forward, wrapped up the lipstick that had been broken into two sections on the ground, and picked it up. The lipstick tube was not damaged, and the manufacturer's logo was engraved on the top, with a few numbers underneath. Jiang Mingyuan wrote down the string of numbers and threw the things into the trash can together with the tissue.
When I looked up, I happened to bump into Cheng Huan's gaze looking away from the trash can.
After ten minutes of wiping, Xingxing finally managed to wipe the floor clean, and the entire towel was stained pink.
Without saying a word, Cheng Huan replaced him with a new one and asked him to continue wiping the carpet. Xingxing lay on the ground for such a long time, it would be a lie to say that he was not tired, but he was stubborn, and his mother didn't say anything, so he didn't cry tired, grabbed a clean new towel, and continued to wipe the carpet.
The two adults stood aside, their gazes resting on the little one on the ground. Carpets are much harder to clean than floors. The wool on the stalls is stained and cannot be wiped off with a wet towel. Instead, the color of this area will be smudged to other places because of water.
Xing Xing wiped it for a long time, but he didn't clean the place. He was so wronged that he was about to cry again. After all, he was still young, and he had no energy at all after working for so long. As soon as he let go of his hand, he lay face to face on the carpet.
"Okay." Cheng Huan walked over, picked him up, took the towel from his hand and handed it to Jiang Mingyuan: "There is no need to wipe the carpet. Let's wash our faces and then go to the plane."
Xing Xing lay in her mother's arms, wrapped her weak hands around her neck, glanced at her father secretly, and whispered, "There are still pants."
Jiang Mingyuan was not willing to let his son wash the clothes again, and he said quickly: "Dad's pants don't need to be washed."
Xingxing couldn't believe his father anymore. After what happened just now, the little guy could see clearly.
In this family, it is still mother who speaks.
Cheng Huan carried Xingxing to the bathroom, put him on the stool in front of the vanity table, took out the makeup remover, squeezed out a little in his hand, and carefully rubbed it on his son's face.
The lipstick met the makeup remover, and it disappeared with a single swipe. He wiped all the lipstick on his face, paying attention to his eyebrows, and wiped it all off. Cheng Huan asked Xing Xing to bow his head and close his eyes again, and washed his face with his hands. After washing several times, she was sure that there would be no residue, so she turned off the tap and dried Xing Xing's face.
After washing the face towels and hanging them on the hanger, Cheng Huan glanced at his son, and finally said, "Don't use it if Dad says you don't need it, and you have to wash it yourself next time."
Anyway, after what happened just now, he should have realized his mistake. Cheng Huan guessed that even if he put the lipstick in front of his eyes, the little guy would not dare to take a second look.
Hearing that his mother had reduced the punishment, Xing Xing let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. He patted his chest and promised Cheng Huan, "Mom, I will never do it again."
"Don't be afraid, next time you do something bad, just clean up the mess yourself." Cheng Huan said that it doesn't matter, today's incident provided him with inspiration, and he will do the same next time.
After a lot of tossing around, Cheng Huan looked at the time and it was already 4:40, and they booked the air ticket at 6:10, and there was not much time left. Cheng Huan patronized and taught the bear boy a lesson, so far he hasn't combed his hair or changed his clothes.
She was a little impatient, threw the cleaned kid to his father, hurriedly said to wait for me below, and rushed into the room, shutting the two of them out.
"Dad." Xing Xing, who was thrown outside the door, looked at his father.
"Let's go son, let's wait for mother in the car." The father and son looked at each other, Jiang Mingyuan picked him up, said to the people inside the door, and took his son out.
By the time Cheng Huan changed his clothes and got his hair done, it was already a little past five o'clock. A head of wavy hair was casually tied behind his head, wearing a short black jacket and high-waisted skinny jeans, with 10cm stiletto heels on his feet, red lips and winking eyes, he was astonishingly handsome.
The lipstick that Cheng Huan wanted to use before was an earthy color, and the makeup that went with it was relatively light. Because the lipstick was buried in the trash can, she had to change it.
The new lipstick is reddish, suitable for stronger makeup. To match, Cheng Huan added more eye makeup. The dark brown eye shadow has a large smudge at the end of the eye, and the eyeliner is slightly hooked, which is a bit sharp.
Only half an hour later, she changed into a beautiful style.
Jiang Mingyuan was a little surprised, and after taking a look at it, he turned his attention to other places: "Why are you wearing so little?"
Cheng Huan's jacket is too short, it only reaches above the navel, and the sweater inside is also very thin.
Regarding his attire, Cheng Huan had good reasons, "Isn't Red Coral Island tropical? I checked the weather forecast, and the maximum temperature there is 30 degrees. If you wear too much clothes, you have to take them off when you get off the plane. How troublesome."
"It's better to take it off at that time than to be frozen now." Jiang Mingyuan frowned, picked up the down jacket and put it aside, and asked her to put it on. Cheng Huan didn't want it, so he kept holding the jacket.
In the end, it was Cheng Huan who succumbed to his insistence and put on the down jacket reluctantly. The down jacket belonged to Jiang Mingyuan, and it was so big that Cheng Huan couldn't show his hands when he put it on. He became a ball like a penguin.
However, Jiang Mingyuan seemed very satisfied with her appearance: "Put it on first, and then take it off when you get to the place. A piece of clothing doesn't take up much space."
Cheng Huan leaned on the back of the chair and let out a weak hum. The down jacket has plenty of fleece and has a first-class thermal effect. After putting it on for a while, she felt so hot that she was about to sweat. She got up and pulled the zipper off again, trying to take it off. down.
Jiang Mingyuan was always paying attention to her side, and immediately came out to stop her: "What's wrong?"
"I'm hot." Cheng Huan was expressionless.
"Turn down the air conditioner." Jiang Mingyuan told the driver, then turned to look at her: "The temperature will drop later, don't take off your clothes, what should you do if you catch a cold?"
Cheng Huan: "..."