Suddenly, Bai Weiwei was strongly pulled into Mo Qianxun's arms, hugging her tightly.
"Weiwei, Weiwei!"
Mo Qianxun kissed the top of her hair, breathed in her fragrance, murmured contentedly, and kept sighing as if he couldn't get enough of her.
Bai Weiwei naturally knew that he was too excited. The sixteen words "Xinxiao" were indeed a famous saying throughout the ages, and even the illiterate people were moved. So she buried her head in his arms and said warmly.
: "I'm here!"
Mo Qianxun's chin unconsciously touched the top of her head and said: "Weiwei, hold your hand and grow old with me, that's what I want to say to you." His eyes looked through the window to the distant sky.
There is deep and firm affection in his eyes.
On the second day, after breakfast, Mo Qianxun was about to leave.
The autumn colors in the mountains are getting darker, and the sunlight penetrates through layers of mottled dense forests. The ground is still covered with a thick layer of damp yellow leaves, spreading like a soft golden carpet into the endless distance.
Bai Weiwei handed him a prepared package, Qianran smiled and said: "Take care of yourself, don't make yourself too tired."
Mo Qianxun took the package and couldn't bear to stare at Bai Weiwei's face again and again.
"Don't worry, I have a magic weapon to keep myself from getting tired!" He lifted the front of his clothes, revealing a corner of the paper between his underwear and coat, with a smile in his eyes: "These words written by the lady are really
It’s hard to buy for a thousand dollars, so I will definitely keep it well. I will take it out and look at it later when I am tired from work.”
Bai Weiwei raised her hand to straighten his slightly open front, looking like a gentle and virtuous little wife bidding farewell to her husband with affection.
"Don't worry Weiwei, come back when you have time." Mo Laoliu looked at the two people who were in love with each other, and reminded him.
Mo Qianxun raised his hand and pinched her bun, nodded and said, "Okay!"
Bai Weiwei doesn't know why this man always likes to stretch out his big palm to use as a comb for her, just like petting a pet cat. Now he still pinches her bun, like pinching grapes, so she's not afraid that he finally combed it for her.
Was this complicated bun messed up by him?
She just thought that he would leave soon. If he wanted to touch her hair, let him touch it. Anyway, at most a few hairs would fall off. She was a generous person, so she didn't care about him.
Originally, Bai Weiwei combed her hair by herself, but when she got up that morning, Bai Weiwei didn't want to wear such an obstructive and restricting white bandage anymore. Mo Qianxun didn't force it anymore this time.
She just said that she was afraid that she would touch the wound if she combed her hair too carelessly, so she pulled her to the dressing mirror and picked up a comb to help her comb her hair.
For Bai Weiwei, who always had short hair in the past, her waist-length soft hair used to make her both like and fear her. When she first traveled through time, she couldn't do these messy buns at all. Finally,
After Xi'er combed her hair several times, she learned how to
One of the simplest methods is to comb all the long hair back, leaving no hair on the forehead, revealing a smooth and full forehead, leaving only two and a half long strands of sideburns on the cheeks to modify the roundness of the cheeks and the back of the head.
Tie it up with a hair tie and comb it into a low half, swaying in the wind behind your back.
This hairstyle is simple and convenient. Bai Weiwei likes it very much and is too lazy to learn other complicated hair styles. She combs her hair like this almost every day. I don't know if Mo Qianxun wanted to comb her hair on a whim or something, but since he said that
Such a kindhearted person, Bai Weiwei was naturally embarrassed to refuse.
But you can imagine that a grown man is not very skilled at combing his own bun, let alone combing other people's hair.