Tuanzi didn't understand the routine of the strange uncle in front of him for a while, and his little eyes glanced in the mirror, and when he saw the black and slippery mass inside, the whole person was shocked, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and he was startled.

"Wow~~ This ugly person is not a dumpling, not a dumpling, the dumpling is beautiful, wow wow wow~~~"

Forehead?

Ye Yuerui was dumbfounded, he didn't expect this kid to really cry.

What's there to cry about? Isn't it just a black face?

Ordinary people don't understand the psychology of a stinky beautiful boy's paper, in the heart of the group, he has always secretly planned to catch up with his own father, to become more handsome and better looking than his father!

Then you can snatch the hemp and monopolize the hemp.

This suddenly became a black African savage, and the fragile little heart of the dango couldn't accept it.

It's all like this, so ugly, how can you become more handsome?

The villain felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't help but cry.

"Eh, don't cry, I didn't bully you, okay?" Ye Yuerui turned around in a hurry, and finally looked at Wen Mu, who had just finished chatting with the soldiers and heard a cry.

"That chief, I really didn't bully him, he cried by himself."

Of course, Wen Mu also knew that it was impossible for this young master of the Ye family to bully a two-year-old little bean ding, so he stepped forward and squatted in front of the crying villain:

"What's wrong? Dumplings? Is it okay to tell Uncle Wen? Who bullied you? ”

Dango cried so sadly: "Wow~"

Wen Mu could only ask Ye Yuerui again: "What is the situation?" "This person has always been with the little guy, although he doesn't bully anything, but he is the most suspicious.

Young Master Ye screamed a few times, and finally said, "Who knows why he's crying?" Didn't you just look in the mirror? ”

Mirror?

Wen Mu suddenly grabbed the key point from Ye Yuerui's words, probably guessed seventy or eighty, and the corners of his mouth trembled uncontrollably.

"Ahem... Okay, don't cry, uncle will wash your face right away, and there will be no more after washing it off. ”

When the villain, who was crying sadly, heard this, he gradually suppressed his tears and threw himself into the arms of the political commissar: "Wash." He said a word in a huff.

Wen Mu walked towards the pool with the villain in his arms, and as for Young Master Ye, who stayed in place, he finally figured it out after thinking about it for a long time:

"Damn, that kid was crying ugly by himself!"

...........

The black ink couldn't be washed off with clean water at all, so Wen Mu had to borrow a piece of soap from the cooking class, but he washed off some of the color, and the black marks on his face were still on his face.

"Soap doesn't work? So what to do? Commissar Wen muttered.

Now, there's really no way.

And a certain villain sitting on the pool looked at Wen Mu expectantly: "Uncle, how long will it take to wash?" "Asked.

"Ahem, it's almost there, let's wash it a few more times."

Well, a few more washes should be fine.

Can.....

The villain's face was washed in pain, and the mark was cut by about half, and the rest was useless no matter how much it was washed.

Hey, what should I do now?

If you want to fool people, the villain is still holding a small mirror in his hand and looking at it from time to time.

The political commissar's hair was almost scratched off: "Tuanzi, shall we discuss something?" ”

The villain sniffed a few times, because he had cried, and said in an urn: "What's the matter?" "Some of the words are indistinct.

"Shall we go find your mother?"

In the hearts of the civil and political commissars, don't female compatriots like to smear on their faces? There must be more ways than this big man himself.

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