But you can imagine that a big man is not very skilled in combing the unchanging bag head for himself, let alone combing other people's hair.
When he was combing his hair in the middle, seeing that he was so unfamiliar, clumsy and embarrassed, but he was so domineering that he wouldn't let her do it by herself, Bai Weiwei was speechless and about to get up: "I'd better go and wrap it in a bandage."
He pressed her shoulder and said with great tact, "My husband has never combed her hair for women. If she combs this way, her wife will not encourage me and instead hit me. I must comb her into the most beautiful bun for her to eat.
Last shock!"
Bai Weiwei brushed his forehead, okay, it turns out that he has never combed his hair for a woman and is very curious. If he likes to comb, let him comb. Anyway, this time, I am more generous and become a free model for him to practice. But why do you see
When he was so serious and focused on picking her hair in the mirror, the thrilling waves in his heart made her throbbing?
He was wearing the most ordinary and simple coarse cloth clothes, his eyes were like stars, his eyebrows were flying, and he was holding a hairpin of Bai Weiwei in his hand, like an old artist who had experienced vicissitudes of life to treat his most perfect work.
With his heart, Bai Weiwei suddenly felt that this was good, and deep in his heart, a kind of melancholy that made him comb her hair for the rest of his life.
Mo Qianxun was kind-hearted. He tried not to go to the wound when combing his hair, but it caused a scene of high and low for a while. He wasted more than half an hour, and finally lived up to expectations and defeated Bai Weiwei.
The obedient hair was combed into a complex noble lady's bun.
Bai Weiwei felt a little strange. Mo Qianxun once said that his mother passed away very early. Besides, he was a farmer's child, so how could he wear such noble and elegant hairstyle? Then he thought that the children in the farmer's child were smart. Maybe he
I saw it so much that I could tell you outside.
Although the bun was extremely dignified, she felt that it was not suitable for her. She shook her head and wanted to remove it. But he seemed to see something that made him deeply attached to through this noble and beautiful bun.
He stared at her tightly, and held her hand domineeringly to prevent her from moving.
Bai Weiwei's mind naturally turned a few times, and a beautiful love story that could not be obtained came into being.
The beginning of the story is naturally and romantic. It may be in the beautiful mountains or on the shore of the misty Daming Lake. The desolate and outdated Mo Qianxun met a beauty who made him extremely distracted. The beauty looked back at him.
A smile made his soul break. Cough cough, the ending was, it was a pity that the beauty had already married a woman and made him unable to do anything, but the beauty was deeply remembered by her hair bun, so he
Such an obsession...
Just because Bai Weiwei is not a person who is provoking trouble, this doubt has not been resolved.
Under helplessness, Bai Weiwei was very unnaturally holding the woman's neck and sent her out to wash. The poor Lao Liu and Ling Qiaoer stared at her bun for a moment. The poor Lao Liu put down the teacup in his hand and secretly
Shaking his head, sighing without a trace, but looking at Lingqiao'er. After Lingqiao'er was stunned, she continued to choose the dish in her hand as if she was fine, but the corner of her eyes looked at Bai Weiwei with a delicate look.
After a few glances, the movements in his hands were paused a few times. Only Xier's eyes lit up and she said excitedly: "Miss, have you remembered something?"
Bai Wei was stunned and said, "What... what do you think of?"