Uncle Sheng Chong: The sweet wife is very sweet and not cute

Chapter 30
Xiao Ai was frowning, the glass was broken into a pile, and she didn't know how to deal with it. Should I clean it up first, or find an excuse that is perfect first?
Xiao Ai thought for a while, finally stood up, rubbed her hair a few times with both hands irritably, and muttered unconsciously: "Your sister, if Yun Qing lets that kid definitely figure it out in minutes."

Yun Qingrang?As if a bright lamp was lit on Xiao Ai's head, she quickly took out her mobile phone and called Yun Qingrang in the opposite house: "Yun Qingrang, come here quickly."

Yun Qingrang first tidied up the glass shards and framed paintings all over the floor, and threw them into the black trash bag. Maybe Wang Ning was really dragged by Su Lihui. Anyway, when she came out, there was no one in the living room.

Yun Qingrang just took Xiao Ai and threw the black bag into the big trash can at the gate of the community.

Xiao Ai watched Yun Qingrang's movements quietly, and asked involuntarily, "Then what about my mother?"

"Treat each other directly and honestly." Yun Qingrang took Xiao Ai into his arms, hugged her and walked towards the elevator: "Let's find a way to get another painting for Aunt Ning."

"Don't!" Xiao Ai hugged Yun Qingrang's thin waist with both hands, she made Yun Qing give up her idea because she was afraid of being discovered by her mother, but what bad idea did Yun Qing give up?

Xiao Ai activated her brain to search for a good method, suddenly she had a flash of inspiration, stretched out her index finger and held it next to her head, Xiao Ai raised her head and looked at Yun Qingrang who was about two heads taller than her: "Yun Qingrang, can you make a copy? Then tell my mother that you borrowed it."

Yun Qingrang couldn't help laughing, holding Xiao Ai's raised face with both hands: "Aunt Ning is very proficient in painting."

So if it's true or false, she can tell at a glance.

Xiao Ai persisted: "You are also very good at drawing, my mother won't see it."

"I think it's better to be honest."

Xiao Ai snorted coldly, raised her face, and glared at Yun Qingrang with her big moist eyes: "Damn it, you just want me to be cleaned up by my mother?"

Yun Qing asked to stroke Xiao Ai's broken hair on both sides: "I'll just say I broke it."

"No." Although Xiao Ai felt that what Yun Qingrang said made sense, she still refused to let go: "I want you to copy."

Yun Qingrang bowed his head: "Okay, I will copy it to you."

Xiao Ai's face is rosy and tender, and Yun Qing can't put it down when she touches it. The touch on her hands is like baby's skin, and she is reluctant to pinch it hard.

With a "click", Xiao Ai hit Yun Qingrang's strong arm hard with her white, tender and boneless hand, then stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hand to hook Yun Qingrang's fair neck, her ruddy lips muttered dissatisfied: " Your sister, what are you doing so tall? Keeping your head up makes me exhausted."

Yun Qingrang smiled, bent down and squatted down, picked up Xiao Ai, and put her legs around his waist, while Yun Qingrang stretched out his big palm to support Xiao Ai's buttocks and walked towards Xiao Ai's house.

Wang Ning just came out of the bedroom, she thought her in-laws called her for something!I just wanted to ask her for some cheese.

Wang Ning turned around and wanted to go to the kitchen to look at the paintings she was thinking about. When she met Xiao Ai who was held by Yun Qingrang in her arms, when she saw that she didn't know when to go out, and didn't dare to meet her eyes, Wang Ning With a thump in my heart, my two eyes turned to Xiao Ai, and I asked, "Xiao Ai, you just went out, where did you go?"

When Su Lihui came out of the bedroom, seeing Wang Ning's aggressive gaze, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that things have been exposed?
Su Lihui tugged at Wang Ning's arm: "Mother, what are you doing looking at Xiao Ai with those eyes? You're so panicked."

(End of this chapter)