The little boy suddenly raised his head, ignoring his father's attempts to coax him, and asked in a slightly serious tone in his childish voice, "Daddy, washing clothes and face isn't doing anything bad, right?"
Huo Qin: "?"
Jiang Chi came out of the study with a bad expression. The old man had just explained Xiao Donggua's background to him.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chi let out a breath.
His uncle's experiences are something you can't write in a typical script.
Jiang Chi walked into his room. Although he was not there, the room was cleaned every day and was spotless, just as it had been arranged before he left.
It's alright, the kids didn't make a complete mess of it.
Jiang Chi lowered his eyes, tugged at his collar, and unbuttoned two buttons.
As soon as the last stop of the tour, Paris, ended, he flew back to City B without stopping. There, he was forced by his company to write a romance drama script. When he got home, he was confronted with a "hellish" scene and had to deal with an information overload.
This day was so damn surreal.
Jiang Chi drank a glass of ice water expressionlessly, but a hint of agitation lingered between his brows.
Behind him, behind the half-open door, a pair of large, bright eyes blinked quietly.
Chaochao craned her neck and cautiously peered inside, holding onto the doorframe.
She was wondering how to secretly take the clothes without her brother noticing.
How can you secretly return the clothes after washing and scrubbing them?
Chaochao hasn't figured it out yet.
Although the small basin in her room for washing clothes was already filled with water.
At this moment, Chaochao noticed Jiang Chi tugging at his collar and then chugging down ice water.
Chaochao first frowned, "Oh dear, drinking cold water like this is bad for your health. Your brother is so careless!"
Then.
Chaochao patted her little head.
My brother seems really hot.
Chaochao thought back to how her grandmother would react if she got hot in the past.
For some reason, she thought of the old lady she met the day she and Lingling were collecting bottles.
The little dumpling's eyes lit up, "I've got it!"
Chaochao approached a short-haired maid and asked, "Sister Xiaomeng, may I borrow something from you?"
She had seen her sister use it before.
Xiaomeng bent down and said softly, "Of course you can, Chaochao, come with me."
She took Chaochao to her lounge.
As soon as the door opened, Chaochao immediately saw what she wanted.
"Sister Xiaomeng, can I borrow it for one night?"
The little dumpling looked at her with its bright, clear eyes.
Xiao Meng looked in the direction of the little hand and a hint of surprise appeared on her face. Before she could think it over, she readily agreed under the little dumpling's starry-eyed gaze.
"Sister, you should go to sleep now, don't send me to my nest."
The little dumpling, half-grown, happily carried the small electric fan away.
Xiaomeng stood in front of the door, watching Chaochao safely go upstairs, a smile spreading across her face.
Whose little girl is so adorable!
I want to take it out and show it off every day.
After a while, when the little dumpling could no longer be seen, Xiao Meng slowly came back to her senses, her eyes showing hesitation.
It's already the end of May, why does Miss Chaochao need a heater?
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