"If you want to do your hair, of course you have to come to me."
Wang Zheng came up from downstairs, passed by Yan Han, and winked at him, "What a good boy, you know how to love your wife."
Song Xiang: "..."
"Come in and let me see what hairstyle suits you."
Wang Zheng said, putting her arm on Song Xiang's shoulder and going to the third floor, where the maid opened a special dressing room.
“This place looks like it’s never been used.”
Wang Zheng walked in and looked around, then turned around and saw Yan Han walking in.
"Boy, you've been a loner since you were a child. When you were renovating your house, you actually knew how to leave a dressing room for ladies only?"
Yan Yanhan said with a black face, "I have only heard of the lonely old man."
As he spoke, his eyes swept over Wang Zheng's face.
Wang Zheng is Wang Fuxue's aunt and is considered their elder, but she is still unmarried. After being teased by him like this, she couldn't help but go up and give him a hug.
"If you keep being such a mean person, I won't do your wife's hair anymore."
Severely choked with cold words, he lowered his head and said, "Auntie."
"That's right."
Wang Zheng was satisfied and pulled Song Xiang to sit down in front of the mirror, "What do you want to do?"
Song Xiang hesitated. She originally just wanted to cut her hair short and didn't want to change her hairstyle.
After thinking for a while, he turned to look at Yan Han.
Yan Han stepped forward and picked a strand of her hair with his fingers, "I just like your long hair. It's good like this now."
Song Xiang pursed her lips, "Then... then let's keep it like this."
Wang Zheng clicked her tongue and tapped the back of Song Xiang's head, "You're too good, why do you listen to him?"
The corners of Song Xiang's lips rose, a little embarrassed. Looking at Yan Han in the mirror, her smile was a little weak, "A daughter will look good when she pleases herself."
Yan Yanhan's dark eyes shimmered, and he lowered his head to meet the eyes of the person in the mirror.
Wang Zheng slapped her forehead, "Why are you so irritating to a lonely old man like me?"
Song Xiang smiled lightly, looked away and lowered his head.
"Okay, okay, go sit on the edge and don't delay my performance."
Wang Zheng began to drive away Yanhan and asked his assistant to take out a bunch of things.
Song Xiang originally wanted Yan Han to do his business, but he had already sat down behind him.
It was close to nine o'clock, the garden was very quiet, and there was no sound in the house.
Wang Zheng took a brief look at Song Xiang's face, determined the overall direction, and started pruning. The only sound left in the room was the opening and closing of scissors.
Song Xiang sat still, watching the frizzy hair being cut off, as if all the worries that had been entangled in her had been removed.
"When you get married, you have to ask me to do the styling, you hear me?" Wang Zheng joked with Song Xiang midway.
Song Xiang still smiled lightly, nodded and walked over.
Yan Han said, "Free?"
"You brat, you still want to take advantage of me?" Wang Zheng rolled her eyes, but with a smile on her face, she spoke softly to Song Xiang: "I have to take back what I said last time."
Song Xiang was stunned and thought for a moment. When they first met, it was also Yan Han who led her to do some styling.
Wang Zheng said: None of the men in the Yan family are suitable to be husbands.
Yan Han heard this and asked: "What did you say last time?"
His intuition was not good.
Wang Zheng snorted, "Why do I tell you?"
Song Xiang smiled, turned to the side and said coldly to the man behind him: "Anyway, I just want to compliment you this time."
Yan Han raised his eyebrows and quietly stopped talking.
Wang Zheng stood on the edge, feeling the tacit understanding and affection quietly flowing between them, and couldn't help but click her tongue several times.
"What the heck, the kid I least expected to perform unexpectedly performed exceptionally well."