Chapter 488: Not Bad, Character

Mrs. Walton raised her head and cried. She could not help but think back.

Emma was more than five years old this year! Even if the child was insensible when she was young and knew how to cut her own hair, Helena had done this in the past. When she was two or three years old, the problem was that Emma was more than five years old! Was this childs brain missing a nerve?! Fortunately, Mia was fine. If she went out and found a hairdresser, she should be able to be saved.

Mrs. Walton was so angry that her blood pressure was about to rise. Is it appropriate for a girl to cut her hair like this? Come out!

Emma and Amelia obediently went out with their hands hanging by their sides and stood in the corridor with familiarity.

Who started it? asked Mrs Walton.

Emma walked forward bravely and raised her hand. Me! Its me!

Amelia quickly waved her hand. No, no. I was the one who said I wanted to cut my hair first!

Mrs. Walton was so angry that she laughed. She simply took out her phone and snapped two photos. Dont panic when something happens. Post them on WeChat first. With a click, the photo of Emma and Amelia standing in the corridor guiltily with their dog-like hair was permanently fixed.

Mrs. Walton sent the photo to the family group chat, and the group instantly exploded. George: ???

Dylan: ???

Henry: What is it?!

Eric: This hairstyle is special enough. Andrew: Is this still my cute little niece?

Alex said, Not bad. You have character.

Mrs. Walton put away her cell phone and pinched the s.p.a.ce between her eyebrows. She thought of the exquisite makeup she had just put on and waved her hand weakly. Lets go get a haircut.

An hour later, a boy and a short-haired girl came out of the barbershop. The boy was of course Emma. She had been too ruthless. The hair on the top of her head was gone. The barber could only cut the rest of her hair short. Now, there was a layer of stubble on her scalp. The little girl was Amelia. Amelias little tug was gone, but the barber was good and cut her a cute short hair.

Mrs. Walton took Amelia home and took a shower before setting off for Chriss production team.

Chris saw Amelia from afar and immediately looked at her hair. He heaved a sigh of relief when he realized that his cute little niece was still around.

Amelia had short hair that reached her ears. Her fringe was a little short, but she was surprisingly cute. She was even cuter than before.

Whats going on? Chris touched Amelias new hairstyle. Why did you suddenly cut your hair?

Amelia scratched her head. Mia doesnt want to tie her hair. Its too difficult.

So that was the reason Chris found it funny. Then how about Fourth Uncle tie your hair for you in the future?

Amelia nodded happily!

Chris took a photo of Amelia and sent it to the family group. Mia said it was too difficult to tie her hair, so she cut her own hair.

The other uncles: I understand. Ill start learning how to tie hair now!

George, who was at the company: Erik, help me find a few tutorials for tying hair.

Erik:

George added, Its for a little girl.

Erik: Got it. It must be related to Miss Mia!

Eric, who was busy at the construction site, pressed down a young man with long hair who was not working hard. From today onwards, your hair is mine!

The young man: ???

Five minutes later, the young man looked at the two crooked braids on his head and cried. Brother, Ill work hard, okay?

After Andrew finished his ward rounds in the hospital, he took the time to tie two small knots for the female patients in the ward before he got off work. He became more and more skilled and finally nodded in satisfaction. The aunts in the ward were all smiles. The hospitals service these days was really good. They even helped tie their hair when they were hospitalized. It was even done by Dr. Walton himself. It was worth it!

Only Mrs. Walton regretted it endlessly. She was usually the one who helped Amelia tie her hair. Later, Amelia said that she had to do her own things, so she chose to trust Amelia. Unexpectedly she regretted it to death!

Millers house.

Sara sat on the sofa, surrounded by a few socialites and n.o.blewomen. Everyone was chatting and laughing. Saras mother had just returned from a global trip and sat between them, laughing and chatting. Sara was a little distracted. From time to time, she would look at her cell phone and look out the door. Why wasnt she here yet? She had prepared a lot of sugar-free cake for Amelia, as well as the mango sago she had made herself. It was in the fridge and she had even made taro sago and osmanthus cake. She didnt know which Mia liked to eat..