If you don't accept it, you will fight, the superstar flirting with your husband is in danger

Fang Ran kept checking the time along the way, and now he wished he could fly back immediately.Mom called last time and said that she would not return to Shanghai in a few days, but now she came back suddenly. This is obviously the rhythm of a surprise inspection.

After getting off the car, Fang Ran trotted all the way to the door of the house.After pushing open the door and seeing the scene inside, Fang Ran was delighted, "Dad, what are you doing?"

I saw Fang Zhongqi holding a rag in one hand and a broom in the other, busy cleaning around the living room on the first floor.Seeing Fang Ran came back, Fang Zhongqi said, "Don't stand around stupidly, hurry up and help."

So, the father and son began to get busy around the living room.

In Fang Ran's memory, the most busy thing in their family is cleaning.This is because Fang's mother has a cleanliness habit and some obsessive-compulsive disorder. She can't see any mess in the house, so she always cleans very frequently.In the past, the family had hired an aunt to take care of the cleaning, but Mother Fang didn't like outsiders messing with the things in the house, and she always felt that other people didn't clean well, so she resigned from the aunt.Since then, the family of three has been responsible for the sanitation at home.

Fang Ran's house is a small and medium-sized villa, and he has lived in it for almost 20 years. Except that his father bought another villa for vacation later, he never changed his residence.Fang Ran felt that the reason his father was unwilling to change to a bigger and more luxurious one was because of cleaning.This house was enough to keep them busy now, and it would be fatal to change to a bigger one.

"Dad, there are cigarette butts under this sofa."

"Get it out quickly."

"I said you can't throw it in the ashtray?" Fang Ran turned to look at the ashtray, "Oh", Fang Ran suddenly understood that it wasn't that his father didn't throw it there, it was because the ashtray was full.

Fang's mother went to Paris to participate in the fashion week last month, and no one took care of the hygiene at home when she left.Now the house is messed up, not to mention some things that are not commonly used are still dusty, and there is a pile of household garbage.Fang Ran and Fang Zhongqi finally got some leisure, and neither of them wanted to clean up, so they chose to ignore it, and made do with it for nearly a month.

"Fang Ran, go and wipe the TV screen, it has absorbed a lot of dust." Fang Zhongqi said without raising his head as he was tidying the coffee table.

"Where's the detergent?"

"Don't worry about it so much, just use water."

"..." Fang Ran's eyes widened when he heard the words, "Can it work?"

"If you are told to go, you can go. What are you talking about? Time is running out." Fang Zhongqi felt like he was on the battlefield. He never raced against time to this extent when making movies.

"Bang", a muffled sound finally interrupted Fang Zhongqi's work.

"Fang Ran!"

"I didn't do it on purpose..." Fang Ran replied in a voice like a mosquito buzzing.

He just found a rag, and when he was about to wipe the TV screen, he accidentally knocked over the potted plant next to him.Because it was very close to the ground, the flower pot was not broken, but the soil inside was spilled all over the ground.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and clean it up." Fang Zhongqi looked at Fang Ran standing there stupidly, his head hurt, and his son liked to lose the chain when the critical moment came.

But before Fang Ran swept the soil into a pile, the doorbell rang.

The father and son were stunned at that moment, looking at the messy house, neither of them wanted to go to open the door.

The doorbell rang one after another, and the father and son seemed to be waiting for something. Finally, after a few rings, the doorbell was quiet.Fang Ran breathed out as if he had waited a long time. "Click", the sound of the door lock made Fang Ran completely stupid, he almost forgot that his mother had the key.

At the moment when the door was about to open, Fang Ran seemed to have an idea suddenly, and rushed directly to the door.

Watching the door slowly open, Fang Ran let out a breath, "Mom, you're back." Fang Ran rushed forward.

"Xiao Ran, do you miss your mother?" Fang's mother hugged her son happily.If she had seen the reaction of the father and son just now, she would definitely not have asked this question.

"Come on, let mom take a look." Fang's mother stretched out her hand to touch Fang Ran's face, "It's not thin or fat... Yo, why does it seem darker than before?" Fang's mother was a little dissatisfied.

Fang Ran thought to himself, who can not get tanned in this summer.

"Son, you can't be so careless in the future. Boys should also pay more attention to their skin, not to mention that you are an artist now, and you should pay more attention to the maintenance of your face..."

Fang Ran smiled coyly, listening to her mother talking about the beauty treatment, his mother cared a lot about this, who told her to do it.

"Okay, okay. Can you close the door first? He is an actor, and he should focus on his acting skills, not his face." Fang Zhongqi watched Fang Ran's mother's words become more and more unreliable, as if artists should count on it It was like eating with that face, so he interrupted her loudly.

"Hey, old Fang, I'm talking to my son, can you stop interrupting." Fang's mother noticed the existence of Fang's father, and looked over there while talking.

"Fang Zhongqi! What are you doing?" Actually, she wanted to say something else, but after she saw the situation in the living room, all her words turned into a crusade against the other party's father.

"I've been away for less than a month. Is this still my house? Look at the mess you've made? Can people still live here?" Mother Fang walked over while talking, "Why is this so messed up?" It’s cigarette butts, you used your house as a bar? Also, why is there a pile of dirt here? Are you trying to bury the evidence or something?”

Fang Zhongqi has nothing to say, is it true that women don't even want IQ when they get excited?Did he bury cigarette butts in soil?The reason why he was so anxious to clean it just now was because he was afraid that his wife would nag again after seeing it.What his wife is best at is talking about people, and it's the kind that talks endlessly and endlessly.

Fang Ran was still standing at the door, silently watching his parents bickering, it was better for him not to get involved in this matter, it was wronged that his father was being talked about alone.

At this moment, Fang's mother seemed to be tired, she turned her head and glanced, when her gaze caught Fang Ran, her eyes brightened up.Fang Ran suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Oh, son, what are you wearing? Mother Fang looked at Fang Ran with disgust.

"...clothes", Fang Ran suddenly wanted to look at Huang Li, to see if he had been avoiding wearing clothes recently, and he would be complained about no matter what he wore.

"You just wear this to go out, what should you do if someone photographs you?"

Fang Ran thought to himself, is there any problem with him wearing this?It's not streaking.

"I said, how can you dress so casually, you look like a... like a..." Mother Fang was at a loss for words.

"Waiter." Fang Ran said resignedly.

"Yes, it's quite similar. You know why you still wear it like this."

In fact, Fang Ran's clothes looked clean and simple, because today was his first report to Jiayuan, so he purposely dressed a little more formally, choosing a white shirt.It's just that his popular attire has become a low-level attire in his mother's place.

Fang Ran's mother's name is Su Ya, but her style is not as fresh and elegant as her name, but has a unique courage.Suya was a supermodel when she was young, but she started her own fashion brand in recent years. Even though she is middle-aged, she is still at the forefront of fashion, still full of charm.Of course, Mother Fang's capable and somewhat glamorous temperament only exists when she doesn't speak.

"Hey, I said, why didn't you inherit your mother's talent in this area?" Fang's mother walked back to Fang Ran after she said that.After seeing Fang Ran's depressed face, he raised his hand and patted his head, "Okay, don't be sad, mom is here. Mom will be responsible for your clothes for various events in the future, don't worry." .”

Fang Ran was at a loss, where did his mother see that he was sad?He was powerless to refute.However, Fang Ran really has no sense of fashion, and he is really not interested in some unconventional things in terms of clothing. What he pursues is only two words - "clean and pleasing to the eye".

"Okay, let's help mom carry things up first." Suya said and handed her suitcase to Fang Ran, and she carried her bag and went upstairs.

Fang Zhongqi was about to come over to help, but saw Suya turned her head and looked at him, "Old Fang, I will leave the rest to you. If you don't clean up well tonight, you don't have to go upstairs." He left without looking back, leaving Fang Zhongqi alone to worry.

"Look, I know, the living room is so messy, this bedroom is not much better." Suya pushed the door into the bedroom with a look of disgust

"Okay, don't complain, go to bed early."

"Hey, Mom is really tired after you say that." Suya casually threw the bag in her hand on the table, no matter how messy the bed was, she just lay down on it. "By the way, Xiao Ran, you open that suitcase, and there is a present from your mother in it. It is a small black box."

"Mom, you're so kind." Fang Ran quickly opened the box, and found that it was a rectangular box, about the size of his palm. "Mom, what is this?"

"It's lotion."

"What do I use this for?" Fang Ran was a little disappointed that his gift was this.

"I said, why are you still not happy? Mom chose this specially for you. Don't disappoint mom." Seeing her son's reaction like that, Suya was a little unhappy.

"...Mm", Fang Ran responded, took out the small bottle and looked at it, it contained a lavender liquid, it was pretty, and it was almost as good as a gift for a girl.

"Do you like it?" Fang's mother saw that Fang Ran had opened it, and asked with some expectation.

Fang Ran sprayed the air in front of him, and there was a faint smell of lavender.

"How about it? This can be extracted from Provence's lavender. Hey, Xiao Ran, do you know what the function of lavender is?"

"... sleep peacefully."

Mother Fang gave Fang Ran a blank look after hearing this, and she didn't want to continue this topic with her son.

"Xiao Ran, is your work schedule full recently?"

"Fortunately, there will be a press conference in a few days."

"That's just right, go out with mom tomorrow, and mom will make you some clothes, so you don't have to learn how to wear others." Suya smiled knowingly at Fang Ran.

"..." Fang Ran tried his best to restrain himself, otherwise he was afraid that he would really explode.He knew that his mother was referring to that matter, and this was his own mother. If someone else mentioned that matter to Fang Ran, he would definitely break up with that person.

"Okay, there's nothing wrong with me here, go and see if your dad can help with anything."

"Oh." As soon as the emotional mother came back, she used herself as a coolie, Fang Ran was tired and ready to turn around and leave.

"Wait," Suya signaled Fang Ran to look at her suitcase with her eyes, "Put it away, remember to use it every day, and I will check the effect after a while."

Fang Ran reluctantly picked up the box, thinking: What if this thing really doesn't work.