Entertainment is a very high-level word. People who can use this word are basically middle-class or above, who have certain resources and wealth in their hands. Moreover, the essential meaning of the word entertainment is to let people have more resources in their hands.

resources and wealth.

Yuu echoes...

Liu Mei was originally full of anger. Listening to the Buddhist chant of "The Great Compassion Mantra" in the store, her heart gradually calmed down. When she thought of dragging someone out of bed in the early morning, she even sent him an inexplicable message.

Liu Mei couldn't help but feel a little funny.

This bastard was so irritating that sometimes he wanted to ask his brothers to put a sack on him, tie a stone to him, and sink him into the river.

In fact, thinking about it, Ye Huan is quite innocent. She didn't offend anyone. The Public Security Bureau helped the police solve the case, maybe it was just unintentional. Her father scolded her just because of the kindness of the previous generation. It was her who let him come to work at Red Tiger.

She forcibly kidnapped him and now dragged him out to buy clothes to improve his image, and she didn't ask for his consent at all...

Liu Mei thought for a while and couldn't help but feel a little guilty in her heart - was she too domineering? Or did she subconsciously feel that a low-level gangster like Ye Huan who was born in the city should be born to be ordered by her?

But... is he really just a street gangster?

The slender red phoenix eyes with willow eyebrows narrowed slightly and looked at Ye Huan quietly.

If he was really that kind of ordinary gangster, how could he have the courage to fight three bank robbers alone? How could a person dare to fight three vicious gangsters without firm belief and fearless spirit?

Perhaps, I misjudged him, or in other words, I viewed him too simply. What kind of completely different inner nature is hidden under his carefree appearance?

The Buddhist music and Sanskrit singing that came to her ears gradually calmed down Liu Mei's irritable and manic mood in the past few days. At this moment, her heart was extremely peaceful, and many depressed emotions suddenly came to light.

Ye Huan didn't notice that Liu Mei was in a daze. He was minding his own business and pulled over an image store clerk, hooked his shoulder and smiled: "Brother, let's discuss something..."

"Sir, what do you need?"

"Can you do hairstyling?"

The clerk smiled: "Of course, we have professional hairstylists. No matter what hairstyle you want, our hairstylists can make it perfect."

"Okay, find me a hairstylist and I'll make a Korean hair style."

The clerk looked up at Ye Huan's messy hair and muttered: "Sir, your head shape is not suitable for Korean style..."

Ye Huan was unhappy: "Why are you always looking at my head on top? What I want to do is not the hairstyle on top."

The clerk was stunned: "What do you mean..."

Ye Huan looked around a little embarrassed, then straightened his waist, pointed at his second brother and said shyly: "...I want to give my second brother a Korean-style hairstyle, but you don't know, every time

When I take a shower, I always feel that my hair down there is too messy and unimpressive. Please help me find a hairstylist to fix it, so that my second brother can become more handsome, more energetic, and more meaningful..."

The clerk's face gradually turned green: "..."

"No? Then you can just give it a middle part..."

"Hey! Talk! What's your attitude?"

Shop assistant: “…………”

Liu Mei, who had long since recovered, stroked her forehead and sighed helplessly. She grabbed Ye Huan's ears with a flushed face and pulled him to a chair to sit down.

"Please give me a break, you bitch!"

I called a senior stylist and asked him to design Ye Huan's hair style.

The stylist was very professional. He held his chin and studied for a while, then picked up the scissors and started cutting Ye Huan's hair.

Strands of black hair slowly fell off his shoulders. Ye Huan looked in the mirror and saw his hair cut less and less, but his face became more and more ugly. After a while, his eyes filled with tears.

The corners of his mouth also twitched slightly, and his expression looked very sad.

Liu Mei stood aside. Seeing Ye Huan's expression, she couldn't help but wonder: "You are not a child. Why are you crying if you cut your hair?"

Ye Huan flattened his mouth, blinked his eyes a few times, and burst into tears. He looked at Liu Mei in the mirror with red eyes, and choked up: "Mr. Liu, can you ask the store staff to turn off the speakers?"

"Why turn off the speakers?"

"I'm getting a haircut while listening to Buddhist scriptures. It feels like getting shaved in a temple. Mr. Liu, I'm very sad now..."

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Chapter completed!