The annoyance in Ma Qianli's eyes flashed with anger.

Ma Yiming watched with interest.

He thought to himself: Lao Dou must be secretly scolding himself in his heart at this time, why do he have so many things! Why do good shoes crack the soles and make them completely unwearable? Problem, Lao Dou can't attack at this time, because in the public, Lao Dou must take care of his own image.

Sure enough, Ma Qianli's expression at this time can be called varied, one will be red, and the other will be green.

"What then?" Ling Yuerong said, "Either Uncle Dong will run again and get a pair at home." ”

Ma Qianli said unhappily: "Always let Xiao Dong run around, isn't Xiao Dong tired?" In front of the public, Ma Qianli insisted on showing his considerate demeanor towards his subordinates.

Ma Yiming kicked off his shoes, "I'm barefoot." ”

Ling Yuerong said: "That's not good, you wear a suit, how can you be barefoot?" ”

Ma Yiming said: "I am the same size as Uncle Dong's feet, otherwise, Uncle Dong, give me your sneakers to wear." ”

Ma Qianli frowned: "What kind of words is this!" ”

Ma Yiming said: "It doesn't matter, no one should be so boring, come and pay attention to my feet." ”

Dong Hui really wanted to help Ma Yiming, "No one will pay attention to my feet." ”

Regardless of whether Ma Qianli agreed or not, Dong Hui quickly took off his shoes and wiped the dirt on them with his sleeve.

Everyone took cover, and the horse put on his shoes in a hurry.

So, Ma Yiming was wearing a serious suit, stepping on a pair of old and dirty sneakers, swaggering out of the hotel, walking a model, and was bound to walk out of the momentum of a superstar.

Like ------- Brother Sharp?

It's fun to think about!

"Click" "Click".

I have to say that the paparazzi of Daxia Country are also dedicated and professional, once they learned that the international superstar Ma Qianli came to the Wanghu Hotel to pick up his son, and also brought the female star Ling Yuerong.

I don't need to tell the story in between.

Look at the picture and speak, and the composition that elementary school students can write.

From the door of the hotel, shoot all the way to the door of the villa.

Ma Yiming did deliberately disagree with his father, deliberately posing as a streamer, with confidence on his face that he didn't know who gave it, in short, he was a cow.

Standing at the door of the villa, he turned around and waved to the cowboys behind him.

That's a must, because Ma Yiming knows that once he gets home, he will be beaten badly.

Sure enough, when the group entered the living room, Ma Qianli immediately ordered Dong Hui to close the door, and the feather duster was also taken out.

"Get on your knees! You get on my knees! Wielding a feather duster, he twitched Ma Yiming's back first.

This "whew" passed by, carrying the sound of the wind.

It hurts to look at.

A noble lady sitting in the living room in front of her head couldn't help but tremble and her eyes were full of tears.

Ma Yiming was even more surprised when he saw that it was his mother, "Mom, why are you here?" ”

"Isn't it because you're an unsuccessful son?" Ma Qianli replaced Lin Qingshuang.

Lin Qingshuang's pale face, his eyes were red, like a red plum in the snow, he sat quietly, but did not speak.

Ma Yiming involuntarily knelt down.

Ma Qianli teased: "Do you know that you are wrong now? You rebel! He complained to his wife Lin Qingshuang, "Shuangshuang, didn't you see your son just now, wearing a suit, sneakers on his feet, and walking, as if he was some kind of emperor Laozi!" ”

At this time, Ma Qianli never dreamed that a few days later, Ma Yiming's suit + sneakers became a trend in H City, and Dong Hui's broken sneakers were almost sold out.

The factories and distributors who make this sneaker sell the shoes until they have hand cramps.

Ma Qianli angrily slapped Ma Yiming's back twice.

Lin Qingshuang's heart was shocked, and she couldn't help but stand up, her big eyes were like crying, and she was stunned for a long time, but she didn't say a word, shook her head, and sat on the sofa again.

Ma Yiming is too familiar with his mother's demeanor.

Almost accompanied Ma Yiming's growth.

A woman who willingly gave up her thoughts, a woman who obeys her husband in everything.

Because Ma Qianli's career is special, 365 days a year, at least 350 days outside the run, gathering less and leaving more, there needs to be such a woman, behind him, willing to make sacrifices for him.

is also because the mother is used to this kind of giving, and the father is also used to accepting such a contribution from his mother.

It's as if life is meant to be like this.

Therefore, Ma Qianli is even more unacceptable, his son's thoughts and attitudes are completely different from his mother's.

"Tell me, what have you been doing in H City during this time?"

Ma Qianli seemed to be interrogating a prisoner, because Ma Yiming was late in answering, and he was beaten first.

"Whew" a feather duster came with the sound of the wind and fell on his back, which was naturally very painful, but Ma Yiming was angry, he held back, refused to cry out for pain, and did not beg for mercy, and said: "I didn't do anything, just eat, sleep, and play games." ”

"You're so happy!" Ma Qianli said angrily, "How old are you, are you retired?" You and I are 54 years old and haven't retired yet! You can enjoy it better than you! ”

Ma Yiming was silent.

Ma Qianli continued, feather duster pointing to the ground, "Then tell me, what's going on in this living room?" ”

The floor tiles in the living room had just been replaced, and although Ling Yuerong had already picked a floor tile that was close to the original pattern, it seemed that it didn't match the original environment at a glance.

I have to admire this decoration team, the action is really fast, but Ma Yiming thinks that the original zigzag floor tiles with etching marks are better.

"It's not going on." Ma Yiming shrugged his shoulders and said.

So he received another blow on the shoulder.

"What's going on, can you use Yuerong to ask the decoration team to change the floor tiles?"

"It turns out that Ling Yuerong still made a small report after all."

Ling Yuerong stood aside and looked at Ma Yiming aggrievedly: "Ah Ming~, you can't wronged me, it's Uncle himself who sees it~"

Ma Qianli said: "What if Yuerong told me?" You get into trouble outside all day long, and you have to wipe your ass every time! You start by saying, what the hell is going on?! ”

Ma Qianli's feather duster shook in front of Ma Yiming's eyes.

Ma Yiming suddenly remembered that Liu Qingqing asked Luo Yang: "If I tell you that there are aliens, do you believe it?" ”

So he also asked his father, "If I told you that aliens did it, would you believe it?" ”

Whew!

Ma Qianli's anger couldn't be suppressed at all, and the feather duster hit Ma Yiming's back like raindrops, "What the hell are you telling me about aliens!" You're amazing! ------ Frosty, come and see your son! That's what your son said, aliens! ”

Obviously, Ma Qianli, like Luo Yang, can't accept aliens.

The feather duster was too dense, and Lin Qingshuang's pink and black face twitched one after another.

Dong Hui hurriedly grabbed Ma Qianli's hand, "Master, if you break it, it will leave a scar!" ”

"Yes, yes~" Ling Yuerong said anxiously, "It's not as good as the butt on the back, if you take pictures, you will be photographed~." ”

"Okay, that spanking!" Ma Qianli's feather duster moved down.

However, Ma Yiming knelt, and it seemed that it was not convenient to spank him, and this time he hit his legs.

Ma Yiming gritted his teeth and stood up, okay, he thought, you want to spank me, right, I'll stand and let you spank! Okay?!

Ma Qianli saw that Ma Yiming was so hard, and he was even more angry: "Wow, you can do it, you are not afraid of fighting, right?" ”

Ma Qianli was born in martial arts, 54 years old, not too old, the strength and speed in his hands are online, this time to fight, it really hurts.

Moreover, this is not in a hotel, but in his own home, teaching his son, it is natural and righteous, and he will fight casually.

Ma Yiming's handsome face gradually appeared with beads of sweat the size of beans. Not really! I don't! He thought, kill me, and I will never admit defeat!