Chapter 192 The only beautiful bald head in the world!

When I woke up from a long sleep, it was already evening.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw her eldest nephew, his wife, and several great-nephews and great-grandchildren.

"Why are you all here?" Mianmian asked as she rubbed her eyes and sat up.

Everyone had a strange expression, but in the end, it was Old Madam Su who smiled, picked up the wig that had been made in a hurry, and brought it to Mianmian.

"Aunt, what do you think of this wig? It's curly and suits your face very well."

Mianmian didn't understand why her niece-in-law recommended a wig to her. After thinking for a while, she asked, "Does Mianmian want to wear a wig to the party?"

My mother had a curly wig, which was yellow-brown. She asked what it was for, and my mother replied that it was worn for dances and was a trend when my mother was young.

So, now Mianmian thinks that this is the reason why her niece-in-law recommended the wig to her.

Hearing the innocent question from his aunt, Su Chenyan couldn't hold back and said very seriously: "Aunt, even if you don't have hair, your fifth nephew still likes you the most!"

Mianmian thought she had misheard for a moment. She raised her hand to touch her head and said, "Mianmian has hair. How could Mianmian not have any...huh?"

When I touched the little bald kid's head, I was so shocked that I couldn't speak.

She sat on a large bed with pink sheets, her bright eyes misty with tears, but her small body was motionless like a robot without power.

The adults present thought: Oh no, my aunt is going to cry! Su Chenfei had said before that my aunt was very sad when her hair was struck by lightning and she would look in the mirror every day to see if it had grown back.

Now that all her hair has fallen out, the little aunt will surely cry even more sadly! However, they were not completely unprepared. They had asked the kitchen to make the desserts that Mianmian usually liked, as well as fruit salad and other foods, just waiting to comfort her later.

If one fails to coax the baby, the next one will do it. The whole family will take turns to coax the baby, right? When all the adults looked at the baby with a heroic and ambitious attitude, the baby on the bed finally responded.

The reaction was not the crying as they thought, but a long sigh while stroking the smooth bald head.

"Mianmian broke the rules and only lost her hair, which is already a very small punishment~" The little girl was choking up while speaking. She paused, took a deep breath and held back the tears in her eyes, "Hair can grow back, Mianmian doesn't regret it!"

The window of the room was open. When Mianmian said she had no regrets, a breeze blew over her head and circled around her before dissipating.

The wind was so light that Mianmian, who was busy comforting herself, didn't feel it.

She pursed her lips tightly and reached out to take the wig from her niece-in-law: "Mianmian will look beautiful in a wig too!"

"Yes, yes, our little aunt is beautiful no matter what!"

Old Madam Su quickly followed Mianmian's instructions and fixed the wig for Mianmian.

After finishing, Mianmian stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. She felt awkward no matter how she looked at herself.

She thought about it again and again and decided to take off the wig.

Now Mianmian felt much more comfortable.

She reached out and touched her bald head in the mirror, turned around to look at the back of her head, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"He looks like a little monk! Mianmian is still very cute~"

Mianmian finally smiled, and everyone felt relieved.

It’s best if the aunt/grandaunt doesn’t mind. In fact, they also think that the little aunt is the cutest child even if she has no hair.

Outside Mianmian's room, Feng Xian'er breathed a sigh of relief.

Rose whispered, "I told you that our little aunt is an open-minded child, but you just didn't believe it. Look, is everything okay?"

As Rose spoke, she hooked her hands around Feng Xian'er's slender waist, her eyes roaming around Feng Xian'er's collar. Her auntie was in charge, telling her not to drool over the handsome guys in the Su family, and she wasn't the kind of person who didn't follow the rules, so she could only watch from afar to satisfy her cravings.

Now that there is a beautiful male ghost, the young lady will not stop her from touching her, right? Feng Xian'er realized that her waist was touched later, frowned and slapped Rose's hand away: "Don't touch me, this is inappropriate."

Rose didn't care and touched her again: "It won't hurt to touch her. Your waist is so thin. How did you train it when you were alive?"

Feng Xian'er opened Rose's hand again and replied, "It's learned through practice. All opera actors need to practice. I'm a female role, so I have certain requirements for my body shape."

The two ghosts floated back to the place prepared for them by the Su family.

Mianmian, who had completely accepted her bald head, very solemnly ate a hair growth pill made by her mother after dinner.

After finishing the meal, seeing that her two great-nephews were always staring at her bald head, Mianmian walked up to them generously and stretched her head forward: "Let you touch my great-aunt's bald head, it's very smooth!"

It must be God who shaved her hair!

There is only one beautiful bald head in the world!

After hearing this, Su Chaoyu and Su Chaoyang, the two curious little guys, carefully reached out their hands and placed them on Mianmian's head.

“It’s hot.”

“So slippery!”

“Like eggs!”

“It still looks like a watermelon!”

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"Aunt, do you eat watermelon? You always said watermelon before!"

When Mianmian heard the word watermelon, she remembered the dream of eating watermelon, which could be traced back to the experience of selling watermelons in a variety show.

"Okay, let's eat watermelon together!"

Although she had eaten dinner, Mianmian always remembered what her mother said: girls have two stomachs, one for main meals and the other for delicious snacks.

The watermelon has been eaten, the great aunt's head has been touched, and the two five-year-old grandchildren, who did not take a nap and played for the whole afternoon, are going to sleep.

They rubbed their eyes and said goodbye to Mianmian, and went back to their room to sleep under the guidance of Su Chenyi.

Mianmian thought about it, and ran to Su Chenjin: "Nephew, we should discuss the affairs of the underworld with Uncle Cui~"

This was something that had already been agreed to. Su Chenjin put down the work in his hands and said, "Okay."

Mianmian knew that the ghosts and gods in the underworld could not leave the underworld at will, so she took Su Chenjin's soul and went to the underworld through a special passage. She sat on the armchair and listened to her nephew and Cui Yu discuss various things in the underworld.

She didn't understand many things going on at the foot of the mountain. She only heard a few terms that had some impression on her: operating the death list on the computer, connecting with the hospital in the world, and the king's willingness to accomplish something.

While Mianmian was still dizzy and trying to digest what the two adults said, the conversation ended.

"Little Mianmian, your eldest nephew is really amazing." Cui Yu praised Su Chenjin to Mianmian with a gentle smile on his handsome face.

Mianmian nodded immediately: "Of course, Mianmian's nephews and grandchildren are all very capable~"

Cui Yu looked at Mianmian's bald little head, and moved his fingers slightly on his knees. He said, "We have a plan to improve the efficiency of the underworld. Uncle Cui needs your help with something."

Mianmian was curious: "What's the matter?"

"I heard from Yao Qian that you, Mianmian, are very good at making paper money. The plan requires us to send a batch of... computers to the underworld first. Uncle, can you please make a sample first and burn it in the underworld to see if it can be used?" Cui Yu spoke earnestly, with a pleading look in his eyes, and he was sincerely seeking Mianmian's help.

In fact, it’s not that there are no such modern things in the underworld, but since they are just shells, they cannot be used at all in the underworld and can only be displayed for beauty.

Mianmian nodded vigorously: "Okay, Mianmian will definitely help~"

She is a handicraft expert and origami king appointed by her father. Nothing can stump her!

The little girl held her chest out proudly. She was full of energy and vitality, and her bald head even looked brighter.

Cui Yu glanced at Su Chenjin and sighed in his heart.

If Su Chenjin wasn't there, he would be able to touch the little bald head of the little girl! It's really attractive! (End of this chapter)