Chapter 47 Is the daughter in puppy love

When Lan Muxi walked into the laundry room with her schoolbag on her back, Qiao Qinqin changed her gentle smile, frowned, and muttered in her heart that her daughter would not be puppy love, right? Where did she get her shirt?

Lan Muxi turned on the water from the faucet and thought about putting the clothes in the washing machine for ten minutes. Although it was just a machine operation, she did not leave, because she was afraid that her mother would come to secretly look at the clothes in the washing machine.

At that time, my family will definitely misunderstand. At that time, I really can't jump into the Yellow River.

Ten minutes later, Lan Muxi said that Ye Bihuang's shirt was taken out, put it in the basin, added a spoonful of washing powder, and rubbed it with his delicate jade hand.

This is the first time in her life that she has washed clothes for a male surname. It was almost the first time in Lan Muxi's life that he washed such a large piece of clothes.

Ye Bihuang should be happy and proud of this first time.

After rubbing it for ten minutes, he put the place stained by orange juice at noon back and forth many times. Lan Muxi took the shirt out of the basin, changed several buckets of water to rinse the clothes, and twisted the shirt with his hand until it didn't drop.

The last procedure is to hang the shirt on the hanger.

Secretly picked up the hairdryer outside the laundry room, plugged in the power to dry Ye Bihuang's clothes.

The sound of the hairdryer is not small, and Qiao Qinqin, who is sitting in the living room, can naturally hear it. She frowned more and more. Her daughter's behavior today is really strange. If there is no ghost in her heart, why should she dry the laundry as soon as possible? It must be to hide.

Squeak——

Lan Muxi's father, Lan Yuming, came back. He took off his suit and hung it on the hanger at the door. I put on my slippers and I'm ready to go to the bedroom.

But he saw his wife rushing from the living room, taking his arm and signaling them to enter the bedroom to talk.

"What's wrong? Qinqin? Although Lan Yuming has been married to Qiao Qinqin for more than ten years, the relationship between the two is still very good. Lan Mingyu loves his wife and has always shouted for his life.

"Lao Lan, our daughter may be in love early."

Qiao Qinqin has something to do.

"What did you say?" Lan Yuming was very surprised that his daughter had always been well-behaved. How could she fall in love early? I'm afraid it's my wife who is a soldier.

Qiao Qinqin told her husband about her daughter's behavior just now, without adding anything, but with Qiao Qinqin's narration, Lan Yuming frowned slightly: "If our daughter really falls in love early, I'm afraid it will affect our studies, but we can't force it. If it's hard, the impact will definitely be greater."

The two have a common view on this matter. Qiao Qinqin nodded and said, "In order to confirm the real surname of this matter, when Mu Xi goes to bed, I will go to her room and bring the dress."

"Good." Lan Yuming cherishes his daughter very much and also values this matter.

Lan Muxi sat quietly at his desk, finished his homework one by one, put the book neatly in the schoolbag, and then folded Ye Bihuang's shirt into the schoolbag.

As usual, she went to bed after washing up and saying good night to her parents.

12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

According to common sense, Qiao Qinqin should have gone to bed a long time ago, but today's events upset her and she couldn't sleep at all.

After coming to the door of her daughter's room and gently pushing the door open to find that her daughter was asleep, she quietly stole the schoolbag on her desk.

"Lao Lan, look, these are the clothes your daughter brought back to wash, which are all dried with a hairdryer." Qiao Qinqin took out her shirt from her schoolbag, and her face became ugly. There was no doubt that her daughter was washing the boy's clothes. Washing clothes for boys these days means that you don't have to think about it at all.

Lan Yuming picked up the shirt and carefully observed it for a while: "The collar and sleeves of this dress are already very worn, and the buttons have been re-stitched. It must be a shirt bought a long time ago. The label on the collar is still there, indicating that the person wearing this dress does not consider whether the clothes are comfortable or uncomfortable at all. As long as they can wear them, they must be the children of poor families. However, if you want more detailed data, you still need to take it to the laboratory department for inspection..." Before he finished speaking, Lan Yuming was pushed by Qiao Qinqin.

Qiao Qinqin looked at her husband sideways: "You have the old problem again. This is not a police station."

Lan Yuming smiled awkwardly and put his shirt on the table: "Let me finish, I still have new discoveries."

Jiao Qinqin nodded.

"There are traces of drinks on this shirt. Although it has been washed very shallowly, it is still deliberately smelled and touched. I guess our daughter is not in puppy love. Probably because she accidentally stained other people's clothes and took them back to wash them." Lan Yuming smiled and said, "Our daughter is very well-behaved and considerate. She is willing to wash other people's clothes, which shows that our daughter is not arrogant!"

Qiao Qinqin looked at the shirt on the table suspiciously and said, "Anyway, there is a suspicion of puppy love. My dear daughter, what's wrong with you... Don't do anything stupid."

Lan Yuming said, "Even if it is the worst plan, our daughter is really in love, we must not force her to intervene. If we force it, we don't know what the consequences will be. The worst plan is to pick her up in the morning and evening. Pay close attention to her where she is on Saturday and Sunday. Don't disturb her, as long as you don't do anything out of the ordinary... Otherwise, it may cause rebellious psychology, maybe even my parents don't want it.

"Ah." Qiao Qinqin sighed deeply.

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The Ye family is now very poor. Since Ye Junfeng left power, his parents have become workers. They are busy with work and go home late every day. Ye Bihuang lives by himself and has learned to cook, wash clothes and do housework. In just one year, he has become a start.

The washing machine in Ye Bihuang's house was very bad. He was not willing to use the washing machine. Finally, after thinking about it, he found a washing basin, poured the washing powder into it, and washed the clothes manually.

What? What kind of clothes do you ask Ye Bihuang to wash? Of course, it was Lan Muxi who lent Ye Bihuang the clothes he wore.

Although Ye Bihuang only wore it for less than half a day, the clothes were still new and there was no dust and stains, at least Ye Bihuang also wore the clothes.

The little beauty has put down her figure to help you wash your clothes. At least wash other people's clothes. Ye Bihuang doesn't know what others think. Anyway, he thinks so.

After Ye Bihuang finally washed the clothes, he twisted them out by hand and put them on the drying rack, only to find that the clothes could not be dried tomorrow.

But I have to hand over the clothes to Lan Muxi tomorrow. What should I do?

Ye Bihuang turned his mind and took out a dilapidated hairdryer. In the past, his mother often used this to blow her head.

At the beginning, the Ye family lived in a house with three bedrooms and one living room, with a bathroom and a bathroom. The living conditions were still good. Unexpectedly, they returned to the pre-liberation overnight.

Ye Bihuang's books, the words he had written, and the hairdryer his mother had used, his mind surged into his mind. He was thirty-five or six years old, homeless, and lost his job. He returned to his tattered house and grabbed the only thing left by his mother had used. The hairdryer hugged and cried.

Now that she has been reborn, her parents are also alive, everything is like a dream, which makes Ye Bihuang feel so unreal.

"Alas, since I have been reborn, I will change everything in the past, change the facts, and make my life and the life of my parents brilliant." Ye Bihuang thought with some melancholy. In a word, after rebirth, he is full of longing for the future.

The hair dryer barely replaced the dryer. Anyway, the clothes dried quickly. After working for more than 20 minutes, he finally dried Lan Muxi's clothes, and then put them outside the house to dry them again, driving away the rest of the moisture.