Shen Yue did not refute any more, and sat obediently on the stool, letting Luo Qingjiu play with her hair.
Luo Qingjiu's fingertips were soft, one hand was inserted between her black hair, and the other hand was holding a dry handkerchief to wring out the water drops.
Her eyelashes were lowered to hide the emotion in her eyes, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
This feeling is really good...
Luo Qingjiu wiped the roots of her hair until they were dry before putting down the towel, "That's it."
Shen Yue reached out and touched her hair, raised her head and smiled sweetly, "Thank you, sir~"
"There is no need to be polite between you and me." Luo Qingjiu raised her hand and pinched the tip of Shen Yue's pink nose, smiling fondly.
Shen Yue blinked and stared at Luo Qingjiu, "Ms. sir... what did you go out to do today?"
"I went out to do some errands." Luo Qingjiu was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I did some small business."
He always takes money from home but never tells Ah Yue what he is doing. It is inevitable that Ah Yue will not think too much about it.
But it's really hard to tell Ah Yue about what he did. It seems he has to make a positive living...
"That's it. My husband, don't work too hard. The money your family earns is enough." Shen Yue said with a smile.
She always felt that Luo Qingjiu had been acting strange since she and Luo's mother came back, but she couldn't tell what was strange about him.
However, since Luo Qingjiu didn't elaborate, it was inconvenient for her to ask further questions.
"I'm not tired. Compared to a wife, being a husband is not considered tiring." Luo Qingjiu rubbed her soft hair, picked up the comb next to her, and prepared to put Shen Yue's hair into a bun.
Luo Qingjiu twisted a strand of hair, held it with a small bell hairpin, and twisted another strand of hair and put it on top.
Luo Qingjiu was very satisfied with the bun she had pulled out. She loosened her big hands that were holding the hair, and there was a crisp sound, the hairpin slipped, and the hair fell down like a waterfall.
Luo Qingjiu, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed the fallen silver bell hairpin.
"..." When he was a child, he watched his father tie his mother's hair like this.
Why is it different from what you imagined when you get to him?
"Mr. I'll come, you go and see how the food is cooking." Shen Yue said to the rescue.
"It's okay, my hands were slipping just now." Luo Qingjiu's face was not red, her heart was not beating, and her face was calm and calm.
Shen Yue raised her eyes, looked at Luo Qingjiu's confident look, turned her head and sat upright.
But I was thinking that since the boss knows everything, it shouldn’t be a problem for him.
Luo Qingjiu picked up the comb and smoothed it again.
As expected, an accident occurred.
The bell hairpin fell to the ground, and the sound of 'ding bell' was particularly obvious.
Luo Qingjiu:!!!
Before he could take action, Shen Yue had already bent down, picked up the hairpin from the ground, and stuffed it into Luo Qingjiu's hand.
"Ms. sir, I have thought of a nice bun, can you help me do it?"
Without waiting for Luo Qingjiu to respond, Shen Yue grabbed his hand, picked up two strands of hair from the temples and wrapped them around the back of her head, fixing them with bell hairpins.
"Ms. sir, I can't see whether my bun is straight or not. Please help me correct it!"
The soft little hand suddenly put down Luo Qingjiu's big hand. Luo Qingjiu suddenly felt empty. A Yue could actually teach him a little longer...
"Yes." Luo Qing straightened her hairpin, a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes, "My wife is even more beautiful like this."
Shen Yue did not pull up her hair like before, and her black hair hung down behind her, making her skin as white as snow, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, clear and transparent without a trace of impurities.
Hearing the sound, Shen Yue turned around and ran to the back room, taking out a small bronze mirror.
The girl reflected in the bronze mirror has a peaceful smile on her face, her long black and smooth hair is flowing down, and a few strands of hair in front of her forehead playfully flow to her cheeks, revealing a hint of agility and cuteness in her playfulness.
Shen Yue was a little confused. There was no mirror at home before, and she didn't pay much attention to her appearance.
She always feels that her face looks more and more like her modern self...
"From now on, will you let me hold up your wife's hair?" Luo Qingjiu walked over, hugged Shen Yue from behind, and rested his head on her neck. The faint scent of medicine made him feel peaceful.
"Okay..." Shen Yue is not a person who is too entangled. The truth of the matter will eventually become clear.
…
Today's dinner was particularly sumptuous.
There were pheasants caught by Xiao Yang, quail eggs, snacks brought back by Luo Qingjiu from the town, and cold wild berry juice made by Shen Yue.
At the dinner table, Luo's mother kept holding dishes for Xiao Yang. The small bowls were piled up until Luo's mother stopped.
"Xiao Yang, eat more and grow as strong as a dog!" Mother Luo's eyes were full of love and pity.
She had always wanted to give Xiao Jiu a companion, but Yunyang left early. Now Xiao Yang's arrival has changed her mood differently.
"Thank you, Auntie." Xiao Yang looked at the small bowl with a sudden feeling in his heart.
He can't eat so much...
After dinner, Luo Qingjiu cleaned up the mess, and Shen Yue took Xiao Yang back to the house to practice calligraphy.
She and Luo Qingjiu both thought about sending Xiao Yang to a private school, but she didn't ask Xiao Yang what he thought.
Thinking of Xiao Yang's reaction when she saw the group of children today, Shen Yue's eyes darkened.
She didn't know what kind of life Shen Yang lived there, but from the scars on his body and his cowardly temper, Shen Yue knew that the Shen family didn't treat him well.
"Brother Gouwa will go to school tomorrow, does Xiao Yang want to go?" Shen Yue asked directly.
Shen Yang's hand holding the brush paused, and the ink dripped onto the rice paper, creating a black shadow.
Shen Yang's eyes flashed slightly and he raised his signature smile, "Xiao Yang has a sister, Xiao Yang doesn't need to go to private school."
Private school is very expensive, and he has already troubled his sister a lot. He can no longer let her worry about him.
"After attending a private school, Xiao Yang will be able to obtain academic status, do many things he wants to do, and can also protect his sister."
Shen Yang lowered his head.
Yes, the private school is very good, but is he worthy?
The piercing scoldings of my aunt and his father suddenly sounded in my mind, "You are such a troublemaker! You can't do anything at home, and you still have the nerve to come back and cry? It's my kindness to give you a meal at home. I look so pitiful to you!"
"Xiao Yang, it's not that dad doesn't care about you. You are the elder brother. You should endure more hardships and work more for the family. Only in this way can you be useful and take care of your younger brother. What's the use of a private school? Look at that loser. The family allows her to study. She Have you ever thought about your family? My married daughter threw water away, and now I don’t even care about my biological brother."
"Why are you talking to him so much? Private school? I don't want to see if he is worthy!"
…
Shen Yang remembered that he went to a private school, and those people called him a nemesis for killing his own mother...
"Wang Mazi came to see me today. Although the troublemaker is a little thinner, he still looks good and can be sold for a good price."
"Wang Mazi, who is that!"
"Wang Mazi said, as long as you trouble Jingjing with him, I guarantee that the delivery of medicine will be taken care of for you."