After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

Ji Qinghe's eyes lit up while eating, he could smell the aroma from this shop from afar, so he didn't climb the walls of other houses, but came to this one, and he was not disappointed.

Everyone around was a little surprised for a moment.

"I'm still an expert, I just think it's delicious, but I don't know how to make it?"

Fu Rongyu hugged the little bun, and after the little bun was full, he became a little drowsy. Fu Rongyu was so in love with his uncle recently that he couldn't bear to let go, so he hugged him directly.

Hearing this sentence, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

Ji Qinghe immediately shook his messy hair proudly.

But no matter how professional he was, Ji Qinghe ate up the whole bowl of noodles, not even a mouthful of soup left.

After eating and drinking, Ji Qinghe leaned back and rubbed his stomach, really satisfied!

Just met Song Weitang's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He jumped up immediately.

"Well, I'm going to do the dishes."

Ji Qinghe said honestly.

"Cut your hair first."

Song Weitang looked at the messy and disorderly green hair, and felt his temples throbbing.

She is a typical Chinese aesthetic person, so she really can't stand this kind of over-the-top appreciation.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

With a yearning and curiosity for this kind of thing, Fu Rongyu directly volunteered.

A group of people pressed Ji Qinghe on the seat, and then Fu Rongyu took the scissors and pick knife.

"I think this hair is too long!"

Grandpa Xu pointed to Ji Qinghe's hair and said, Fu Rongyu immediately cut his hair short with a few knives.

"Ahhh, will you know it!"

Looking at the hair falling all over the floor, Ji Qing let out a scream.

"I think it should be shorter here."

Zhuo Qingheng pointed to the back and said.

Fu Rongyu went up with a few more knives.

Everyone you say, I say, soon, Ji Qinghe's hair became like a dog gnawed.

Fu Rongyu touched his nose and coughed twice.

"I want to look in the mirror, I want to look in the mirror."

Ji Qing, who seemed to have finally sensed something was wrong, shouted loudly.

All the people around who made comments turned their backs in silence, and no one said a word. The more this happened, Ji Qinghe felt that something was wrong!

He jumped up directly and flew to the big mirror in front of him.

He moved too fast, Fu Rongyu didn't have time to stop him.

When Ji Qinghe uttered a miserable scream.

Fu Rongyu twitched the corner of his mouth, turned his head to one side, and directly covered his ears.

"Will you frankly know how to cut your hair and make it like this for me?"

Facing Ji Qinghe's questioning, Fu Rongyu spread his arms and said confidently.

"I won't!"

Ji Qinghe: ...

You can't do it, why are you here to give people a haircut?

"I only said that I would cut your hair, but I didn't say that I would."

Fu Rongyu was not guilty at all, what he said was full of momentum.

Ji Qinghe: ...

"sit down!"

Song Weitang took the scissors from Fu Rongyu.

Ji Qinghe's head was shaking like a rattle this time, and his hands were tightly covering his head. He was fooled just once, and he won't be fooled a second time.

"If you want to wear hair like this, I have no problem, then go wash the dishes."

The scissors were thrown up and down by Song Weitang, the whole process was like a trick, very dazzling.

"You cut it for me!"

Looking at this scene, Ji Qinghe changed his mind instantly.

This looks like a connoisseur.

"Crack Kacha!"

Compared to Fu Rongyu's fancy preparations, Song Weitang just came up with the scissors and cut.

"Your hair can be saved to this extent."

Putting away the scissors, Song Weitang shrugged and said.

Anyway, as long as it wasn't for that green hair, she would feel fine.

Because of the heavy blow last time, Ji Qinghe walked slowly in front of the big mirror, holding his heart with one hand.

The young man in the mirror, without his messy green hair, has short, clean hair that just shows off his excellent curves, and he looks like a fresh and handsome guy.

Ji Qinghe couldn't help but touch his cheeks. This is the first time he has changed his hairstyle like this, and it doesn't seem too bad.

"do the washing up."

Before he could appreciate the mirror enough, he was kicked in by Song Weitang.

Ji Qinghe touched his buttocks before going in to wash the dishes.

"Girl Tang, you can actually cut your hair, that's amazing!"

"Sister Tang, YYDS!"

A group of people immediately gathered around, each of them looked at Song Weitang brightly.

"Sister-in-law, have you ever learned how to cut hair?"

Fu Rongyu looked at his own hands, then at Song Weitang's hands, they were also hands, why is his sister-in-law's hand so clever.

"No, it's the first time to cut someone's hair."

Song Weitang replied.

"Sister-in-law, are you human! You cut it so well the first time!"

Fu Rongyu kept howling!

They are also born as human beings. Could it be that he came to the world to make up the numbers?

"Cutting hair is actually the same as cooking. It pays attention to rhythm, order, and layers."

Song Weitang shrugged and said.

When everyone was discussing here in full swing, suddenly Song Weitang was grabbed by the hand.

She looked down, and at some point, Fu Junyan was already sitting on the chair in front of her.

? ?

Song Weitang looked at Fu Junyan who was sitting down with a dazed expression.

"Brother Seven means, ahem, I want you to cut his hair."

Fu Rongyu next to him was able to guess Jun's heart, so he spoke directly.

Song Weitang: ...

"No."

Song Weitang shook her head and refused without thinking.

"Tangtang!"

Fu Junyan held Song Weitang's hand directly with one hand, and his voice was a little low. Tangtang helped the green-haired boy cut his hair, but he didn't want to cut it for him. Could it be that he thought the green-haired boy was better than himself?

Thinking of this possibility, Fu Junyan had thought of dozens of ways to deal with Ji Qinghe.

Throw it to country F for mining?

Or thrown into no man's land!

Ji Qinghe, who was washing the dishes, sneezed a long series of times. He rubbed his nose. He has a national defense body, so how could he catch a cold!He pulled his clothes up a bit, and he wasn't cold!

Having known Fu Junyan for so long, Song Weitang can basically guess what Fu Junyan is thinking=

She twitched the corners of her mouth, Fu Junyan is a vinegar vat.

"Fu Junyan, I can't cut your hair. Your hair is smooth and beautiful, and you don't need to trim it at all."

Song Weitang said to Fu Junyan seriously, after all, this guy is totally irrational when he gets jealous.

"Did you cut it?"

Fu Junyan complained.

Thinking of Tangtang actually cutting other men's hair but not himself?

He felt that in Tangtang's heart, he was not important at all.

"It's fine if he cuts his miscellaneous hair badly. His hair is comparable to yours. If even one of your hairs is cut badly, I'll be so distressed that I can't sleep."

Song Weitang said softly, now she has completely found the art of talking to Fu Junyan.

Fu Rongyu on the side twitched the corner of his mouth.

My sister-in-law knows art.

However, people like his seventh brother are hard-working, okay!

Those so-called language and literature are useless to his seventh brother, okay?

"If Tangtang likes it, then I won't cut it!"