The stylist is very familiar with Lu Mingxuan, and it's basically a bad relationship. When Jiang Yue left to wash her face and hair, she walked away from Lu Mingxuan in disgust: "Boss Lu, you guys just went down to dig coal? "

Lu Mingxuan recalled the scene of them climbing up and down in that wasteland looking for clues for a moment, and finally nodded with a sad face: "Almost."

Stylist: ".......You are really down-to-earth, are you taking your girlfriend to experience life?"

Lu Mingxuan sighed deeply: "For justice."

Stylist: "...."

When it was time to start putting on makeup, Lu Mingxuan suddenly realized that there was some misunderstanding in a certain paragraph before, and she straightened up abruptly: "She is not me—"

The stylist asked the assistant to push Lu Mingxuan back, while threatening: "If you mess around again, I'll shave you bald!"

"..." Lu Mingxuan lay back silently, still struggling to explain, "I mean, Jiang Yueli is not my girlfriend."

The stylist gave her a condescending sideways glance, and while filing her nails, said, "You've brought people here, so don't lie to yourself, okay, I've seen you all come in hand in hand, didn't you come in a few times before?" Were you with her when you entered the hospital? At that time, I thought you guys had encountered some resistance and wanted to play martyrdom."

As he said that, the stylist patted Lu Mingxuan's shoulder with a clear face: "Don't worry, Mr. Lu, we've known each other for so long, can you still trust my character? I will never say anything about it."

Lu Mingxuan stretched out her hand weakly: "No, wait, things are not what you think——"

The stylist didn't listen to her at all, and admired her nails regretfully with her legs crossed: "I just wronged my young lady, what a considerate girl, she doesn't even make trouble with you, you should cherish it." People, it's hard to find such a good-looking and good-tempered girl now. With your character, I'm sorry, I thought you were really going to be lonely for the rest of your life."

Am I that bad?

This was Lu Mingxuan's first reaction.

Then it dawned on her that this wasn't a problem at all, that she'd been vacant because she didn't want to find someone.

However, since she got involved with Jiang Yueli by accident, no one seems to remember her bold ambition of being barren and infertile.

Even she herself almost forgot.

Lu Mingxuan was a little tired, and sighed secretly, but finally couldn't help but give up her defense.

Forget it, after all, the first person to slap her in the face was precisely herself.

But having said that, Jiang Yueli's personality can be considered good-tempered?

Lu Mingxuan felt very puzzled and couldn't figure it out - how many layers of pitiful filters did these people have in their eyes?

As far as Jiang Yueli's sullen personality is concerned, if she has a good temper, she can just swallow the three words "good temper".

This question troubled Lu Mingxuan until Jiang Yueli was cleaned up and released.

Jiang Yueli didn't know if he was overworked, so that he fell asleep while washing his hair. At this time, he was brought out with sleepy eyes, looking a little dizzy, and was almost caught by his skirt when he stepped out of the room. He tripped and bumped his head against the door frame.

Lu Mingxuan couldn't hold back a chuckle.

But when the other party raised his head, she couldn't laugh anymore.

Jiang Yueli probably heard Lu Mingxuan's ridicule, and turned her head to look at her precisely. However, because she didn't wear glasses, her vision was a little blurred, so she subconsciously squinted her eyes. A bit as cold as frost and snow.

Ordinary people's expressionless face is called facial paralysis, but good-looking people are called cold.

In Lu Mingxuan's eyes, Jiang Yueli who had been cleaned up was worthy of the word "amazing".

The long hair was smoothed out, the end was curled, and it fell softly on the side of the face and draped over the shoulders, making it look much cleaner and neater.

Perhaps it was because she was bored in the room all the year round, her skin was very fair, her facial features were regular and beautiful, coupled with her indifferent temperament, she seemed somewhat glamorous for no reason.

Lu Mingxuan was a little surprised, staring at Jiang Yueli for a long time, unable to speak.

Counting the encounters between her and Jiang Yueli in the past, the other party either flirted with her, or slapped her so badly that people wanted to slap her to death.

All the focus is on language and actions, so naturally she won't pay too much attention to her appearance.

For the rest of the day, the two of them were either fleeing for their lives or laying dead bodies in the hospital, so Lu Mingxuan didn't even bother to find out whether Jiang Yueli looked good or not.

After all, they don't make friends by face.

What's more, Jiang Yueli looks like a house, and she rarely takes the initiative to take care of herself on weekdays. At most, she keeps it clean and tidy, but she has never been indifferent to whether she has shown her good side.

So Jiang Yueli gave people the first impression of being too indifferent to the outside world, with her often messy hair and ugly glasses, which directly lowered outsiders' impression of her appearance.

——The sense of existence is basically zero.

It wasn't until now that Lu Mingxuan paid attention to Jiang Yueli's appearance for the first time, and realized that this guy who often made her teeth itch with anger was really beautiful.

It just seems a bit familiar——

"Hey, Boss Lu is back to his senses, and his saliva is about to flow out again." The stylist waved his hand in front of Lu Mingxuan, "When you go back, you will have time to appreciate it slowly, and now I don't have time for you to be infatuated here. .”

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