Contract mother is a popular porn star

Chapter 80

Jiang Ranran didn't look back, and Xiang Nuan didn't chase. They just walked one behind the other.

The scenery along the way, the food and gifts along the way did not stop him.

He only took off his clothes and didn't take off his makeup. The paint all over his body made him look like he was fished out of cement.Everywhere he went, passers-by looked sideways, thinking it was a young actor rushing to the rescue.

"Aren't you going to persuade me? The child may still be brooding over what happened just now." The staff who were following him couldn't help it. Looking at the back of such a young and stubborn figure, they couldn't help but feel heartache.

"If you have emotions, vent them out. Don't be in a hurry."

Xiang Nuan was really not in a hurry, and his calm attitude shocked the staff.

Jiang Ranran didn't stop until she reached a crowded crowd.

In the sea of ​​people, Andy stood awkwardly on the tumbler, his body shaking uncontrollably, and he had to work hard to find his balance.

His mother was not much better than him. She was also swaying and gesticulating. Just when she could stand up straight, she staggered and fell down.

The instructor took the trouble to explain the essentials of the movements to them over and over again, but Andy and Lisa still couldn't hide their frustration.

"This thing is Chinese after all, not foreigners."

"This is for weight control. The small one is too light and the big one is too heavy. Isn't this nonsense?"

"He's just another Internet celebrity here to gain traffic. Wouldn't it be better to let professionals do professional things?"

The onlookers were chattering away, which further undermined the couple’s confidence.

"Andy's is indeed too heavy. Even if I put more weight on it, the child's waist will be worn out." The staff also felt worried.

"I'm here to help him. It's enough weight for me and him, right?"

Jiang Ranran tilted her head, just like Nezha in the cartoon, looking fearless.

He pushed through the crowd and squeezed to Andy's side. Looking at his small body hanging on a bracket, he couldn't help shouting: "Does it have to be tied up like this?"

"Mrs. Jiang, what is Ran Ran doing? Our mission is over. There is a lounge and a big screen prepared over there. You can check on other children at any time. What do you think..." the accompanying staff member thought in his mind. He kept playing the drums and couldn't help but ask Xiang Nuan for help.

"I don't know what he is going to do. Let's see together?"

...Is this my biological mother?Don’t tell, don’t ask, don’t care?
[I don’t care about Jiang Ranran’s reaction, but I really want to know what Xiang Nuan’s mother is doing? !There is something wrong with his son, we all feel it, but she is indifferent? ! 】

[Being a mother means being sensitive and careful, but Mrs. Jiang’s actions are really hard to understand. 】

[I think it’s very advanced. If you are unhappy and worried and your parents are still nagging you, that so-called love will only be a burden. 】

[The son is not in a hurry, the mother is not in a hurry, she is so anxious that she makes a bunch of people watching the fun. 】

"Ran Ran, do you really want to be with Andy?" The instructor seemed to have come up with a solution.

Jiang Ranran nodded, and Andy looked at him with gratitude.

"Thank you, Ran Ran." He expressed his most sincere gratitude in broken Chinese.

"We are all wage earners and we need to help each other."

Jiang Ranran waved his hands nonchalantly, but this sentence moved everyone present.I don't know who shouted "Hello", and then roaring applause broke out.

"Well done, lad!"

Jiang Ranran was confused by this sudden compliment. He looked at everyone in confusion, not understanding where this so-called good word came from.

"Hold me up."

This innocent sound made everyone laugh again, and it turned out that the seriousness could not last more than three seconds.

"Thank you, Ran Ran." Lisa gave him a thumbs up, "I also want to learn from you, let's work hard together."

The staff put Jiang Ranran on the support and tied her back to back with Andy.The instructor once again emphasized the essentials of the movements and carefully asked the two children to find the balance point and the point of exertion.

"Come on, let's go to rest."

Xiang Nuan looked at Jiang Ranran's focused expression and simply stopped following him.

ah?This, this, this... the camera even turned its head back and forth twice, not knowing whether Jiang Ranran should be left here alone.But Xiang Nuan was decisive and didn't even take a second look at Ran Ran's "wonderful performance."

[It’s my biological mother, no one else can do it except my biological mother. 】

[Does Mom have the same style? !When I was sad, I asked my mother for a hug. She said her new clothes made me wrinkled. 】

[You succeeded in making me laugh upstairs. Are all Chinese mothers so unified? 】

[Mrs. Jiang is rebellious. You asked me to care about and comfort Jiang Ranran, but I don’t want to. I have to go back and rest. 】

[Refuse to work overtime, refuse to be involved, refuse to be internally consumed, and learn from Mrs. Jiang! 】

This change in style of painting is unprecedented. Netizens who just now questioned whether she is worthy of being a mother have now switched sides and have found a sense of belonging again.

"Mother Ran Ran!"

A cute child's voice called to Xiang Nuan.She was looking at the decorations on the roadside attentively. She was attracted by the sweet voice and immediately smiled.

"Little flower!"

Just now he was so calm and "outrageous", but now he is so passionate that it makes people question life.Xiang Nuan jumped up and down and came to Sister Mo Hua'er.

"Let me guess, is our little flower's job a little model?"

"No, I'm a painter, painting portraits for everyone."

"Really! You are great! What about sister? Will she be a model for you?"

"No, no, she's responsible for attracting tourists, you see."

Mo Hua'er giggled and pointed at Mo Jianing on the roadside to Xiang Nuan.Mo Jianing has just debuted, and although he has a few popular songs that are widely circulated among young people, there are still only a limited number of people who can recognize him.In addition, people instinctively feel that painting portraits is too time-consuming, so the number of customers is also sparse.

"Mom Ran Ran, let me draw a picture for you."

Mo Hua'er took Xiang Nuan's hand and asked her to sit down.

"Did you give it to me for free?"

"Of course not, you are also my mission. I have to pay 20 yuan."

Xiang Nuan chuckled and laughed. He was a smart little guy with a very clever mind.But is a painting only 20 yuan?This pricing is really low. How long will it take to complete the task if this continues?

"All right."

What?Xiang Nuan frowned and finished the painting in a blink of an eye.She opened her mouth exaggeratedly and looked at Mo Hua'er.

"Did you draw me into a stick figure?"

"No, it's so beautiful, look!"

She turned the picture folder confidently, and Xiang Nuan burst into hearty laughter in an instant.

A bunch of messy lines entwine into the shape of a person.You might say it is a painting, and you can hardly see the characteristics of the person being painted. You might say it is not, because it has some charm.Moreover, don’t stare at it for too long. If you look at it for too long, you will be sucked into those crazy lines and you will never be able to extricate yourself.

"I feel like instant noodles turned into essence." In order to take care of Mo Hua'er's self-esteem, she has been trying to restrain herself.

"20 yuan, I'll roll it up for you."

"Did anyone pay for the paintings you painted earlier?"

"No, they all ran away as soon as they saw what I drew."

Good guy, I wish I didn't beat you up.

"Look, this painting belongs to me. Do you mind if I add a few strokes to it?"

Mo Hua'er thought for a while, grinned, and agreed.

Xiang Nuan picked up the pen and began to paint over the original lines, occasionally adding different paints to embellish them. In a quarter of an hour, like flowers blooming on a dead tree, an abstract and fashionable modern girl appeared on the paper. .

(End of this chapter)