Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, after the fastest update, I have four new chapters from my father!Chapter 130:

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It's not a child, besides, it's just that if you don't blow your hair once in a while, there is no such easy headache, Jiang Mian can't laugh or cry.

But she didn't object to the local tyrant father, and cleverly let the local tyrant dad wipe her hair.

Han Jiayuan was very winking and brought the hair dryer—there are several hair dryers in the suite, and Han Jiayuan carefully selected the best one.

Han Xu took it and began to blow Jiang Mian's hair. When the hair was half dry, he grabbed the soft long hair of his baby daughter. After looking at it for a while, he twisted his eyebrows: "Mianmian, let's see how your hair is not as smooth as before. Up."

"Is it too tired to be filming, and the nutrition is not keeping up." There is only one reason.

Jiang Mian: "..."

Regarding the issue of hair quality, how did the local tyrants see it?

Before Jiang Mian could answer, Han Xu had already determined that this was the reason, and said, "No, dad will send you more nutritionists. Be sure to bring them back."

"Dad." Jiang Mian opened his eyes and looked at the local tyrant father, and said helplessly, "Do you want me to bring a football team to the crew and let others talk about me every day."

Han Xu imagined the scene, feeling pretty good, and said: "The football team is also very good, Dora Feng, others can't even want it. My sleep should be the highest configuration."

——He said this before, and his daughter stunned him: "This is not a high profile, this is an upstart!"

Han Xu disagrees, what's wrong with the nouveau riche?How many people want to be nouveau riche but can't.

But in the end it still lost a lot of pomp.

Now I can't help but want to pull out the formerly lost pomp, but unfortunately my daughter didn't bother him again, but she still didn't want to.

Han Xu felt sour in his heart.

This is like holding a large sum of money in your hand and wanting to spend it, but the result is a sense of boredom.

Jiang Mian faintly looked at the local tyrant father, who faced his daughter's slightly accusing gaze, but regretfully dismissed his thoughts.

Han Jiayuan, who was on the side, had a panoramic view of the father and daughter getting along, smiles appeared in his eyes, but he couldn't smile too clearly. If he was seen by the boss, he would definitely be deducted from his salary.

Then I thought: The boss would only be so "counseling" in front of the young lady.

After drying his hair, Han Xu meticulously took care of Jiang Mian's hair, and it was already an hour later to leave Tingyu Pavilion after packing.

The private jet is parked at Han's private airport, and all the procedures have been prepared, only the owner needs to get on the plane and fly.

When Jiang Mian and Tuhao Daddy arrived at the private airport, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. The captain and flight attendant were both trained by the Han family, and they respectfully guided them to the plane all the way.

According to the aesthetics of the local tyrants, the interior of the aircraft is naturally luxurious and luxurious. There are meeting areas, rest areas, entertainment areas, fitness areas... everything.

Jiang Mian took a look and searched from his memory. It seemed that this private jet was not the one that the original owner had ever been on.

She asked, and the local tyrant said: "You said that the one was too small last year, so Dad changed it to another one."

Jiang Mian remembered that there was indeed such a paragraph.

Last year, the original owner wanted to go shopping in the U.S., and brought a group of friends she knew. The first thing she bought was an international flight. He didn't want to use the family's private plane.

However, there was a problem with the flight, and the original owner contacted Han Xu angrily to let the local tyrant find a way.

No matter how busy Han Xu was, Han Xu had to handle the request made by the baby girl. In the end, the procedures were completed. The original owner took a group of people on the plane.

The people led by the original owner were met outside the school in high school. There were a lot of rich and not rich. Among them, Lin Feifei took the lead, held her in the middle, and treated her like a queen.

The original owner ordered Han Xu not to show up, so she only needs to prepare the plane and she can go to the United States with the group.

The group headed by Lin Feifei was shocked after boarding the private plane. They repeatedly asked the original owner who her father was, but the original owner ignored it.

The original owner took this group of people to the United States, shopping for several days, and bought a lot of things, one by one and one by one, but not much left for him.

Then, she drove the group back and asked them to buy their own plane tickets to return to China, while she returned by private jet. She disgusted and told the flight attendant that the plane was too small.

She probably complained at will, but the flight attendant relayed what she said to Han Xu, and Han Xu remembered that since the baby girl said she was small, she would change to a bigger one.

He handed this matter over to Han Jiayuan.

...

Han Xu took her baby girl by the hand and led her to the direction of the bedroom: "Daddy specially prepared a bedroom for you on the plane, so you can rest in it later.

Fortunately, the internal space of the aircraft is limited. For the sake of safety, the local tyrant did not make the bedroom pink and tender, which is in line with ordinary people's aesthetics.

But there were still a few dolls piled on the bed.

Jiang Mian couldn't laugh.

However, what Jiang Mian didn't expect was that the cubicle door in the bedroom was pushed open, and a young man walked out. He was wearing a simple white shirt with long legs and a clean temperament.

With his sleeves rolled up on his forearm, he held a clean white towel in his hand, looking like he was working.

Most importantly, that face is familiar.

this is……

When the young man saw Jiang Mian, he was stunned for a second, his eyes brightened, his temperament became even more dusty.

He stared at Jiang Mian with a hint of nervousness in his voice: "Miss, I am Xingran, I wonder if you still remember me."

She turned to look at the local tyrant father, who happened to look down at her: "Mianmian, don't worry, dad only ordered one this time."

It takes more than ten hours to fly by plane. It is impossible for Han Xu to use all of them to accompany his baby daughter. He worried that when he was working, her daughter would be bored alone.

Bringing Xingran over can help her daughter to relieve her boredom, which is equivalent to ordering her daughter a long and beautiful assistant.

Originally, he wanted to order a few more, but remembering the last time, the baby girl didn't seem to like it, so he only ordered Xingran.

He has an impression of Xingran. He looks good and has a vision, which can make his baby girl happy.

Jiang Mian: "..."

Before she could speak, Han Jiayuan came over to Han Xu and said, "Mr. Han, the captain has something to ask for you."

Since the captain was looking for it, it was hard to ignore it. Han Xu had to let go of his daughter's little hand: "Daddy will come back later."

As he said, his gaze glanced at Xingran.

Xingran bent over slightly, understanding what Han Xu meant, and the gentleman said politely: "Sir, I must accompany the lady well."

Watching the local tyrants leave, Jiang Mian comforted herself: Somehow the local tyrants did not order a group.

She looked at Xingran again.

Compared to the last time on the cruise ship, Xingran tonight is dressed more like a gentle boy, completely unlike the top card in the world.

"Just now I saw a place in the bathroom was a little dirty, so I wiped it off with the veil." Xingran spoke first. He put down the veil and tidied his clothes, a little embarrassed.

He said silently: "I didn't expect to see Miss again."

After leaving the cruise ship last time, Xingran knew that there might be no chance to see Jiang Mian again.

Unexpectedly, in only half a month, he not only saw it, but also got along with Jiang Mian alone.

Although he knew that Jiang Mian did not order him.

He had a serious illness a few days ago and he was off work these days. When Han Xu asked him to order him, Xingran agreed with the high price of the clubhouse-but in this case, Xingran has the power Refused.

He is now the top card in heaven and on earth, a cash cow, as long as he doesn't want to take it, the person in charge can't do it.

Jiang Mian looked at him, thinking about his situation in the original book. According to time, there are still several years before he kills his father and disrupts the entertainment industry.

She didn't worry about this before, because Xingran was just an insignificant figure to her.

Unexpectedly, the local tyrant father ordered him again.

Jiang Mian helped her forehead, why is the local tyrant father so keen to give her a male model.

"Miss is tired from filming, I'll give you a massage?" Seeing Jiang Mian not speaking, Xing Ran took the initiative to take a step towards Jiang Mian and smiled lightly.

"Do you know I'm filming?" Jiang Mian raised his eyebrows.

Xingran did not hide it, and nodded generously: "I have seen Miss's news on the Internet."

In fact, he specifically searched.

He just searched without reporting his hope, but he didn't expect to find news about Jiang Mian on the Internet.

Xingran was very happy.

He knew he was not good enough for Jiang Mian, it didn't matter, he just watched silently.

Jiang Mian didn't think much about it. It's normal for young people, especially those who like to browse the Internet, to see her on the Internet, but ordinary people will forget it at a glance.

Xingran has seen her, and will pay attention when she sees it again.

After thinking about it, she said: "If there is a chance in the future, it is best not to get involved with Guan Xin in any way."

In the original book, the tragic ending of Xing Ran's last fall is inseparable from Guan Xin-he exposed too many dirty transactions in the entertainment industry, which involved Guan Xin, Gu Qiwen and Shen Shiqing, in order to repay Guan Xin's innocence, deal with Xing. dye.

In the end, Xingran went to jail and ended his life, which was inevitable with the help of these two people.

Jiang Mian doesn't know if these plots will appear in the future, but this does not prevent her from reminding Xing Ran.

Since Xing Ran knew she was filming, she must also know who Guan Xin is.

No matter what Xing Ran thought of her reminder, she did what she could do so far.

Sure enough, Xing Ran didn't ask much. He nodded and said seriously: "I remember what the lady said."

Then, he raised the matter of massage again: "My massage technique, everyone said it was good, would you like to try it, Miss?"

"Good massage technique?"

"Yes."

"You come with me." Jiang Mian said.

Xingran glanced at the bed behind him-he thought Jiang Mian would walk to the bed, but didn't want Jiang Mian to leave the bedroom directly.

Jiang Mian found the local tyrant who was talking to the captain. When she arrived, the two of them were talking about the same thing, and the captain turned and left.

"Mianmian..."

As soon as Han Xu spoke, Jiang Mian took him and pressed him on the chair next to him: "Dad, let Xingran give you a massage. He has very good skills."

Han Xu: "?"

He ordered this for his baby girl.

Jiang Mian signaled the start of Xing Ran, the latter's eyes flashed with astonishment, and soon returned to normal, placing his hand on Han Xu's shoulder.

"Dad, if you work all day, you should relax." Han Xu wanted to move, and Jiang Mian said with a smile on his face.

Then, she winked at Han Jiayuan: "Daddy, just enjoy it here, I will let Uncle Yuan take me to the kitchen to see what shall we eat tonight."

Seeing the baby girl who was jumping and leaving Han Jiayuan, Han Xu blinked, as if something was wrong.

"Mr. Han, is this strength okay?" Xingran withdrew his gaze to Jiang Mian's back, turning himself into a professional and honest masseur in a second.

Han Xu glanced at him: "..."