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The two walked for a long time, the Pu'er tea was cold, the little assistant told Li Mingyu about the afternoon itinerary, Li Mingyu was absent-minded, her eyes kept falling towards the door.

After finally waiting for the people back, Xing Likun who came in front was full of satisfaction and seemed in a good mood, but Song Jin looked slack, just now Xing Likun found fault with him twice in the bathroom, the whole People are tired.

The little assistant is called Li Mingyu, "Brother Li, we have to go to the beauty salon, and we have to catch up with the newspaper interview at [-] o'clock in the afternoon."

Li Mingyu tried to say a few more after-dinner conversations with Xing Likun, and responded, "Anyway, it's in writing, and it's okay if you don't go to the beauty salon..."

"That won't work. You are just at the stage of accumulating popularity. You have to maintain a good state at all times. If someone wants to take pictures, are you going to refuse? Or just take the photo?" Song Jin changed the phone number with the assistant, "Hurry up Take him there, pay attention to safety on the road, and call me if you need anything."

"Understood, Brother Song." The little assistant nodded, and took Li Mingyu's coat. Li Mingyu didn't show any displeasure, and still obediently greeted Xing Likun and Song Jin, and followed the little assistant.

As soon as he left, Song Jin snorted, leaned back on the chair, acted like a grandpa, and knocked on the table with his fingers every now and then.

"What's wrong?" Xing Likun pinched his wife's face and was slapped.

Song Jin stretched out his hand lazily, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Xing Likun was taken aback, didn't he hate the smell of cigarettes?

Putting the cigarette into Song Jin's mouth, this action was deliberately slow, and he smiled a lot, "Isn't that 'eating' enough just now?"

"Don't bother me, I'm not in the mood to be poor with you." Song Jin frowned and smoked half a cigarette, and finally looked up at him, speaking sourly, "I didn't expect that our Xing Boss is quite attractive. Missed."

Xing Likun finally understood what was going on, he leaned over, pressed Song Jin firmly on his chest, rolled the half of the cigarette in his mouth with his tongue, and blew on the cigarette faintly, "It's enough for me to ask you to think about it alone. Now, what do other people do?"

Song Jin snorted, "I don't care about others, why don't I care about you?"

These words really hit the man's heart, Xing Likun pinched the cigarette butt, pressed the person and kissed him in the dark.

The small private room was steaming hot, if it wasn't for the wrong place, he would have wanted to kill Song Jin directly!

In the past, those Xiaobang families were afraid of being rejected by the second master Xing, or they were greedy for money or power, or greedy for his crotch. They always tried their best to curry favor with him. Watching him eat spicy food, those who hate the smell of cigarettes dare not pinch his cigarettes, and those who are stuck dare not push his shoulders. There is only one person like Song Jin, no matter whether he is a down-and-out hooligan or Hai Cheng. The second young master simply regarded him as a lover, as a couple of equal status, without crooked eyes, and without a crooked spine.

He didn't like Song Jin like this, and he was happy to be controlled by his wife.

After being kissed, Song Jin softened his temper, "Don't fool me... I can't rub sand in my eyes."

"Don't worry, I promise to be loyal, and I won't worry about anyone." Xing Likun said hoarsely in his ear, "I'm just holding back and you are alone."

"Get out!" Song Jin blushed, how could this bear be able to abduct that place with just three sentences, how shameless it is!

Xing Likun smiled, snorted his daughter-in-law's hair, weighed his eyes left and right, "Bao, I'm fine in the afternoon, so I'll accompany you to take care of me?"

In fact, he felt very regretful, Song Jin's hair was soft, long and fluffy, it felt good to the touch, he liked it very much, but it kind of blocked his face, and he didn't look very energetic.

"Shall we have a haircut and some more clothes?"

Song Jin looked at himself, "It's okay to have a haircut, don't buy clothes, just clean them, and I won't debut, so there's no need for it."

Xing Likun persuaded him, "In this circle, we should stand up first when we meet people. Huang Si is an example today."

Song Jin thought for a while, then nodded, "That's fine, but I'll just buy two suits, I don't like wearing those, and a suit is too restrictive."

He thought about it, all the deposits were in Song Xiuzhi's place, and he still had a small 1 yuan in his hand. When he came here, he had to pay a deposit to rent a house, and the rest should be about the same to buy two good clothes.

Xing Likun took in this man's little expression of settling accounts, he actually wanted to say that I would support you, but he held back - even if he was willing to stand behind him, Song Jin was still an independent man.

Xing Likun took Song Jin directly to Xiyang Road. This street is famous for its concentration of beauty salons and styling studios. Many celebrities and rich people love to come here for consumption. Tabloid paparazzi watch the news, and he also I came here once with Xia Jun.

As soon as the two of them walked in, the beautiful receptionist came up. She was wearing a suit and short skirt at the beginning of spring, serving tea and snacks with a smile, and asked them to choose a stylist with a brochure. She squatted beside her and carefully recommended it. The service was very good.

Song Jin was a little uncomfortable, and asked in a low voice, "Hey, isn't it very expensive here?"

"It's okay, I'm a member, and I get free delivery three times a year, and I haven't been here this year." Xing Likun sat there and lied openly, the receptionist gave him a surprised look, reacted quickly, and smiled, "Yes, It will expire before March, so it is recommended that you use it as soon as possible."

Song Jin snorted, and asked again, "Then who do you usually ask to cut?"

"He." Xing Likun pointed at one casually.

Song Jin closed the booklet and told the receptionist, "As long as it's not the one just now, anyone else will."

Xing Likun, "..."

Song Jin had his hair cut, and Xing Likun stayed with him for a while, watching his daughter-in-law squinting and dozing off, she stood up quietly and went to the front desk to pay the bill, then slipped out again when she was done, and walked around a certain clothing store at the end of the street .

While Xing Likun was away, Song Jin's hair was done, and the stylist woke him up, "Customer, are you satisfied with this? I see that your hair color is good, so you don't need to dye it. You can consider adding texture. hot."

Song Jin stared and opened his eyes in a daze, looking at the mirror in a daze, who is this person?

He hadn't recovered yet, and suddenly a Bai Shengsheng's hand was put behind his back, touching from the back of his neck to his chest, and blowing in his ear, "Handsome guy, do you want a date?"

The man had a small pointed face and big eyes, and he looked a bit coquettish for a man. He glanced secretly in the mirror, rubbed Song Jin's chest, and complained to the stylist, "Devin, what level of appreciation do you have? It’s vulgar to make the texture hot.”

Devin looked very helpless, "Mr. Xia... This customer seems to have a partner."

And the object is also very strong, you can't carry it with your small body.

Xia Jun winked at Song Jin, "Little brother, we only date, not fall in love, brother promises not to affect your love life."

Song Jin, "..."

In the mirror, Song Jin is fair and delicate, with short light brown hair neat and neat, highlighting the single eyelid with a special charm, and his face is tender for several years. Xia Jun has just been fascinated by Xiao Xianrou in the past two months, and he looks good as soon as he comes in up.

Xia Jun stared at Song Jin and thought about it—the nose is long and the bottom is not short, and the middle is also deep, so it's easy to play with.

Song Jin lifted Xia Jun's paws in response, stood up, untied the apron and walked outside, too lazy to talk nonsense with this kind of psychopath... Where is Xing Likun?

When Xia Jun saw his fluffy outfit, he immediately understood, and stopped him from raising his eyebrows, "You can make a price, I'll pay you a month."

Poor people still come to this place to dress up, most likely because they are eager to be close to the gold master's goods, and they can say anything when they are given money.

Song Jin sullenly said, "Are you fucking sick?"

"I'm sick, can you cure me?" Xia Jun licked his lips and forced Song Jin over, the scent of the perfume almost overwhelmed Song Jin, "Give me an injection with the one below you, and I'll be sick of everything—"

Before he finished speaking, someone pinched his neck from behind and fell on the barber chair with his head down. The man turned on the hair dryer and pressed it on his buttocks, half angry and half amused, "Xia Jun, you are so tired of your work." Is it? You also want to sleep, Lao Tzu!"

Xia Jun struggled and screamed, "Ah, hot! Xing Likun, I'm going to fuck you! Let go!!"

Xing Likun choked on him, "My uncle, you can be as rough as you want, but a daughter-in-law is not enough."

"You have a wife and no gay friends!" Xia Jun stretched out his paws to scratch him, and Xing Likun finally put away the hair dryer. The man rubbed his butt pitifully with tears in his eyes, "It hurts me..."

Xing Likun laughed loudly, stretched out his hand to pinch his buttocks, "Come on, let me relax for you—"

"roll!!"

Song Jin has been silent beside him for a long time, looking at Xing Likun with strange eyes, "I said, what is the relationship between you two...?"