Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

Although money makes the world go round, it is not easy to find someone who can become a nationally renowned figure in an industry.

They meet so many rich people every day that the little money they have seems insignificant in comparison.

"We want a nice-looking haircut. After all, a tailor-made hairstyle depends on the hairdresser's skill," she said with a smile, "If not, we can just find one in Jiangcheng."

He looked out the window. Why did she take her affairs so seriously?

It's just a hairstyle, he doesn't care about these things.

In her eyes, it became something that needed to be taken seriously.

There was a hint of emotion in the boy's eyes.

Half an hour later, we arrived at our destination.

In front of me is a retro-style house.

What comes into view is two brown double-opening glazed wooden doors, with round arched windows above the doors and wooden steps below. Green plants are planted beside the steps, and their lush vitality complements the environment.

On the left side of the door is a large vertical glass window, with ivy climbing on the walls on both sides of the window, creating a quiet and poetic feel.

It doesn't look like a hair salon, but more like a tea room.

Because Jian Yan had called to make a reservation, the two were greeted by the receptionist as soon as they entered.

The interior decoration of the hair salon is mainly retro and luxurious. She looked around and saw that it was spacious and divided into three areas: the general area, the VIP area, and the luxury area.

The waiter invited me directly into the luxurious inner area, where the environment became more upscale.

The luxury area uses dark green and gold, and the curtains in front of the glass are brown tassels tied on both sides. The floor is smooth solid wood, the ceiling is retro red, there is a European tassel chandelier, and there are also a few low-key small lights on the wall.

There are leather armchairs, a dressing table-like mirror, and the equipment on the side is clean and tidy.

Apart from the row of male models with different hairstyles who smiled at her when she came in, which made the store look a little cheap, the whole store was pretty okay.

The person who was already waiting in the seat saw them coming and stood up to shake hands with Jian Yan, "Ms. Jian? Hello! I am Sun Ting, the hairdresser you have an appointment with."

Jane Yan smiled and shook hands with her, looking at the hairdresser calmly.

The other person had dark eyebrows and white skin, and was probably a mixed-race woman, about thirty-four or thirty-five years old. She had long dark green hair that looked like a waterfall, and her manner of speaking was very modest, giving people a sense of intimacy.

"My hair style should be shorter than it is now, so it is easier to maintain."

She is only responsible for bringing people to the store and paying, and the rest of the hairstyle depends on the boy's preference.

I just think that his previous hairstyle that covered his eyes was too boring. He was born very beautiful, but he had to cover it up with long hair, which made him look like a precious jade covered in dust.

Sun Ting wanted to shake hands with the boy again, but he put his hands in his pockets, looking cold and indifferent. It was a bit awkward, but she had seen this kind of scene many times, so she smiled and said politely: "Hello, what's your name?"

"Tong Huaimu."

She nodded and asked the woman, "Will you accept perm and dyeing?"

Jian Yan sat down on the sofa in the waiting area. When he heard Sun Ting's words, he answered without thinking:

"It depends on his willingness."

Tong Huaimu paused for a moment, as if he didn't expect Jian Yan to say this, and said indifferently: "Whatever."

Start hair styling.

Sun Ting was very rigorous and serious in his work, asking the boy's thoughts from time to time and thinking carefully about the next step.

When changing tools, he would chat with Jian Yan next to him for a few words to liven up the atmosphere.

Jian Yan had nothing to do, so she quietly watched the haircut process and listened to the most primitive "click, click" sound of the scissors. She felt very comfortable.

"May I ask, are Ms. Jian and Mr. Tong siblings? I see that you two have different last names, so I'm a little curious."

Tong Huaimu frowned imperceptibly. He didn't like others to pry into his privacy. Just as he was about to retort, he heard Jian Yan speak.

Her voice was smiling, simple and accurate, without any ambiguity, "Xiao Mu is my child."

When the boy heard her answer, his heart skipped a beat and his lips pursed.

She just... admitted to others that he was her child...

The hairdresser was obviously surprised when she heard this answer, but she immediately regained her composure and smiled, "I'm really shocked that you're actually mother and son! Ms. Jane looks so young, I thought you were only about seven years apart in age."

Jane smiled disgustedly.

She made the reservation and paid the fee in the name of Jian Yan, not Mrs. Tong. Sun Ting only knew that his clients were either rich or noble, but he didn't know their backgrounds, so it was normal for him to guess wrong.

The waiter invited her to try the store's specialty coffee, and she did not refuse.

Two hours later, the hairstyle was ready.

Jian Yan put down the coffee cup in her hand, stood up and looked at the young man who came out, her eyes lit up.

Sun Ting explained to her:

"Mr. Tong has excellent bone structure, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his hair is relatively soft, so he is suitable for bangs. I designed this style with slightly parted and shaved hair, which is in line with the current fashion, leaving the sideburns, and permed the texture according to his temperament, so that the hair on both sides will flow more smoothly."

"Finally, according to the request, I dyed two tufts of blue-black on the bangs to add a sense of mystery."

Tong Huaimu met her gaze with a cold expression on his face, his hands in his pockets, but he secretly clenched his fingers nervously, and his heart was beating fast.

Would she... think he was too flamboyant?

Unexpectedly, Jian Yan exclaimed, "This looks good!"

"He's still wearing the same clothes, but he looks like a completely different person. He's suddenly become a sunny and cheerful boy!"

She looked at him carefully, turning around, just like a parent dressing up her child beautifully, and the joy on her face could not be concealed.

I couldn't help but say, "It's like a pearl covered in dust being polished to a new shine."

The boy blushed as she stared at him, and listening to her praises, he felt dizzy and his feet felt light.

After a long while, he managed to utter: "...It's not that exaggerated!"

Sun Ting couldn't help but laugh at the side. Customer satisfaction is the highest evaluation for a hairdresser.

Leaving the hair salon.

She glanced at her watch and suggested, "It's already twelve o'clock. Let's find a nearby restaurant to have a meal. I haven't tried Qingcheng's local specialties yet."

Looking up, I saw that the boy looked completely different from before, and I thought he was so pleasing to the eye. "The blue highlights suit you very well. Really, you look very cool now."

He walked in front, feeling ashamed and wanting to run away, "Eat!"

"Why are you walking so fast? Now I know you have long legs!"

Jian Yan felt that he was too shy, especially since he pretended to be so cold on the surface, which made people want to tease him.

"You're walking too slowly."

He said with disgust, but still slowed down his pace quietly.

She knew it well and smiled silently.

The parking lot is next to the hair salon and you need to walk a short distance. Qingcheng has a pleasant climate, and even in November, there are still unknown small flowers blooming on the ground on both sides of the path.

The two walked on the flower-filled path. They didn't talk much to each other. It was quiet, but surprisingly harmonious.