Cheng Huan expressed support for his son's new dream: "Then baby, you have to work hard, the snipers always choose those who are particularly powerful."
"I'm also very good." Xing Xing boasted without shame.
Cheng Huan: "..."
There was no signal on the plane, some people went to sleep after eating, and some people were talking quietly.
Cheng Huan and the old Liu's family were destined to be related, and they were very easy to get along with. After boasting about his heroic past, Lao Liu talked about business matters with Jiang Mingyuan.
After Lao Liu retired from the army, he was not assigned a job, so he brought his comrades who retired together to buy navel oranges grown in the barren hills. After more than ten years, the original contiguous barren hills were full of fruits, and Lao Liu has become a well-known fruit king. , the fruit is sold abroad.
Regarding the story of his own business, Lao Liu has countless things to say. Jiang Mingyuan has a lot of common topics with him in this regard. He also started from scratch when he was young.
In the whispered conversation, the plane landed at Yong'an Island Airport.
Yong'an Island is the largest island in this area, covering 300,000 square kilometers. The scenery is also good, with many coconut trees planted.
The two families could talk and have the same purpose, so they made an appointment to play together. After Cheng Huan finished the formalities, he pushed two oversized suitcases and walked out. Jiang Mingyuan next to him was holding his sleeping son in one hand, and he was still carrying his luggage in the other. of boxes.
Yong'an Island Airport is very close to the seaside. You can get to the seaside port by taking the airport bus for ten minutes after getting off the plane.
A cruise ship has already docked at the port. The cruise ship is very high, and the waterline is 60 to 70 meters upwards. Jiang Mingyuan led Cheng Huan up, and several waiters greeted him, and called "Mr. Jiang" respectfully. Pass the luggage in their hands and lead them up.
The cruise ship has a total of sixteen floors, Jiang Mingyuan booked a room on the top floor, and Lao Liu's family was on the tenth floor. The two families separated midway and made an appointment to see you tomorrow.
When they reached the top floor, the waiter handed them two room cards, opened the door, put the luggage in, and waited respectfully.
"You guys go out first." Jiang Mingyuan waved people away, walked into the room, put Xing Xing on the bed, took off his shoes, and covered him with a quilt.
This room is a suite with a living room, bedroom, study and bathroom. Cheng Huan went in and looked around, and was shocked by the bathtub in the bathroom that could be used for swimming.
Is this the life of the rich
She trembled cautiously, feeling that this trip was very different from what she had imagined.
"Sleep with me at night, kid. I'll help him take a bath when he wakes up. You're tired too. Go to bed early." Jiang Mingyuan settled his son, walked over and said, "It takes eight hours from here to Red Coral Island. Go and sleep for a while." Come on, wake up tomorrow."
He approached, the light softened the sharpness of his face, and it became extremely soft: "Come on, I'll take you to your room."
Cheng Huan looked at his face and nodded in a daze: "Okay."
Cheng Huan's room is just like the one next door. The styles of the two rooms are very different. Jiang Mingyuan's room is more simple, but here has a medieval style. The wall lamps on the wall do not emit bright light, and the decorative murals are also eerie.
Cheng Huan was timid and didn't like this look very much, so he wanted to change rooms with Jiang Mingyuan.
"us… "
After he said the beginning, Jiang Mingyuan found the switch by groping, and with a "pop", the dark and gloomy room instantly brightened up.
When I couldn't see it clearly, I felt horrible, but when I saw it clearly, Cheng Huan realized how magnificent the room was.
Opposite the door is a living room, which looks to be about 80 or 90 square meters, with a high ceiling and intricate patterns carved on the roof. It looks like a group of angels. The angels have six wings, are pure white and flawless, and wear pure white robes. There are golden decorations on the neck and arms. Cheng Huan stared at it for a while, wondering if the golden decorations were real gold.
"Everything in this room is real." As if seeing his thoughts, Jiang Mingyuan introduced from the side.
Cheng Huan's eyes widened, she looked away from the armband, and looked around. She walked in. The plush carpet on the floor was surprisingly soft, and her high-heeled shoes were a little unstable. She simply took off her shoes and walked barefoot to a pair of Before the oil painting: "Is this true too?"
"This should be the work of Repin."
Cheng Huan had never heard of this name: "Is it famous?"
"It is." Jiang Mingyuan introduced the life of this painter, who was a famous painter two hundred years ago.
Cheng Huan listened to the new admiration, and walked to another oil painting: "What about this one?"
"This is the work of Braun. He is a very spiritual painter. He was only 20 years old when he created this painting." The oil painting depicts the back of a woman. The woman is wearing a red dress and most of her back is exposed. Her skin is dazzlingly white, her head is held high, her shoulder blades on both sides are like butterfly wings, and there are sharp black feathers piercing her skin, the combination of red, white and black, the contrast is strong and sharp.
Cheng Huan stood in front of this picture for a long time. She reached out and touched the girl's shoulder blades, as if she could feel the wings that would emerge through the photo frame: "She is so beautiful."
Jiang Mingyuan was noncommittal. These oil paintings were nothing special in his eyes. As a businessman, he was used to measuring the value of things with money. The only reason he remembered this oil painting was because the auction price was very high: "You should go to sleep, or else I won't get up tomorrow."
"Okay." Cheng Huan withdrew his fingers, and finally glanced at the woman. She turned her head and made a joke to Jiang Mingyuan: "In such an expensive place, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep."
"Don't worry." Jiang Mingyuan frowned slightly: "If something is damaged, I can pay for it."
Is that what she meant
Cheng Huan stared at the man who didn't seem to be telling a lie, she was a little speechless, she sighed, shrugged her shoulders: "I see, you should go to bed early too, good night."
Jiang Mingyuan nodded, ran to his bedroom and brought the big suitcase, said good night again, and then walked out of the room.
The door was closed, Cheng Huan sighed again, she opened the suitcase and took a change of clothes, went into the bathroom, bypassed the swimming bathtub, and took a shower in the rain.
There were toiletries in the bathroom, but they were unopened and the brand hadn't been seen before. Cheng Huan opened a set of shower gel, squeezed a little and let it go and smelled it.
tasty.
She was relieved. The shower gel in her hand made bubbles and rubbed it on her body. The shower gel was full of bubbles and the smell was very long-lasting. Cheng Huan stretched out his hand after taking a shower, and could smell the elegant fragrance.
The bedroom is connected to the bathroom. Like the living room, it is also resplendent and resplendent. Even the cabinet at the foot of the bed is bounded with pure gold.
Cheng Huan lay on the bed, looking at the painted paintings on the roof, feeling a lot of psychological pressure, what if these painted paintings turned into real people when he fell asleep
She was lying on the bed, thinking wildly, the light sensed that the owner had not moved for a long time, and gradually turned off, the room returned to darkness, the cruise ship was running smoothly, not much different from that on the shore, Cheng Huan closed her eyes, thinking that she would suffer from insomnia, but she slept very peacefully .
When I woke up the next day, it was half past six, and the sun had just risen in the sky, so it was not dazzling.
Cheng Huan was wearing a nightdress with suspenders, got up and opened the curtains, and the warm sunlight shone on the window sill, which made people feel open-minded.
Outside the window was the endless sea. When the window was opened, the sea breeze brought a salty smell. Cheng Huan stretched out on the window sill, and was about to look for shoes, when there was a knock on the door and vaguely heard the stars calling her.
The floor was covered with plush carpets, so it didn't matter if she was barefoot. She casually found a coat to put on, and went out to open the door.
Outside the door stood the father and son next door, Xing Xing followed Jiang Mingyuan, and rushed in as soon as the door opened: "Mom, where is my little frog?"
Jiang Mingyuan didn't check and didn't hold his son, and explained with some embarrassment: "Is it disturbing your rest? The child doesn't use the toothbrush here."
"It's okay, I just woke up too." Cheng Huan smiled, let him in, turned around and caught up with the scurrying son: "Wait, I'll find it for you."
The little frog mentioned by Xingxing is his toothpaste and toothbrush. The toothpaste and toothbrush are matching, and there is a frog logo on it. A certain convenience, this kid is very dedicated, and the toothbrushes he uses are all the same, even the colors are different. Changed.
After squeezing toothpaste for his son and letting his father brush his teeth, Cheng Huan closed the door and prepared to change clothes.
She checked the temperature here in advance, and she was wearing summer clothes. She wore a suspender skirt that reached to her ankles. The clothes were made of silk, and the material was very light. When the wind blew, the skirt fluttered, beautiful and elegant.
After changing her clothes and washing up, Cheng Huan fixed her hair and put on makeup. The temperature on the island is high, and her makeup is also thin, which looks similar to plain makeup. As soon as he finished putting on his makeup, Jiang Mingyuan knocked on the door.
Cheng Huan put down his lipstick and went to open the door. The man outside the door was carrying a child, and both of them had already changed their clothes.
"Do you want breakfast? There is a cafeteria on the eleventh floor. If you don't want to go down, you can ask someone to bring it up." Jiang Mingyuan looked at her, feeling surprised again. He settled down: "The seafood porridge here tastes good."
"Go down and eat." Cheng Huan didn't want to be bored in the room all the time, so he went out with his room card.
She was wearing a skirt, didn't bring a bag, and couldn't find a pocket on her body. Jiang Mingyuan took a look, took the room card and put it in his pocket consciously, and sent his son there: "My child misses you a little."
Xing Xing didn't sleep with her mother for the first time in the past few months, and she didn't feel used to it.
The skirt opened up to his chest, and the skin on his chest was exposed when he was pulled. Jiang Mingyuan grabbed his son with quick eyes and hands, avoiding the danger of the child's fucking mother disappearing.
He knocked on his son's head, pulled him aside, and taught him for the first time: "Don't do it, just say it here."