Chapter 163

Qingyuan glanced in and walked in.

The handsome young barber came to receive her and boasted to her that she would have a more suitable hairstyle.

Qingyao took the model in their store and turned it to the end. Finally, his eyes were fixed on a short hair picture on the back cover. His fingers must say, "get this for me!"

"Ah?" the barber opened his mouth in surprise. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"What? You're not skilled? Can't you do it?"

"Of course, I just think the two I just recommended are better than this one for your face."

Qingyao lazily handed the book back to him: "no, forget it, I'll find the next one."

"OK! Of course! The customer is God. I'll cut it for you as you say, OK?" he hurriedly pressed her back.

Qingyuan rolled his eyes, sat back and began to let him toss on her head.

For more than two hours, my ass was numb before I finished.

Qingyao sat asleep and was awakened by the barber.

I looked left and right in the mirror. I was very satisfied. I swiped my card to check out and left.

With a new hairstyle, the originally idle road of shopping has become busy.

Go to the cosmetics store to buy cosmetics.

Then go to the clothing store to match clothes.

When LAN Siyi called, Qingyao looked at the time. It was already more than 6 p.m. and she wandered alone from more than 12 p.m. to now.

Carrying bags of clothes, shoes and cosmetics, take a taxi back to Xihai garden.

Press the fingerprint lock, open the door and go in.

LAN Siyi heard the door ring and stepped out quickly.

At the same second of seeing Qingyao, people are stupid.

It took several seconds to ask carefully, "are you... Miss Qingyao?"

Qingyao calmly and freely changed his Martin boots and put on cotton slippers, "who do you want to be?"

After hearing the familiar voice, LAN Siyi was sure that it was Qingyao.

Came forward, looked at Qingyao's dress and whispered, "miss Qingyao, how did you make yourself like this?"

Qingyao smiled indifferently: "what's the matter? It's inconvenient to have my hair cut. In addition, I bought some clothes and cosmetics. I don't believe I'm really rich if I don't spend a little now."

LAN Siyi looked at Qingyao, who was completely strange in front of her. Her heart was twitching. She took her hand and leaned closer to her and said in a lower voice, "Mr. Lu is back and waiting for you to have dinner in the restaurant."

"This is his house. What's his fuss?" Qingyao went to the restaurant.

LAN Siyi stamped her feet behind her. She wanted to tell her what Qingyao meant. It was not about who the house was. The key was Qingyao's current appearance. Mr. Lu didn't dare to think about the consequences after seeing it.

Anyway, she made up her mind that she would never enter the restaurant again from this moment until tomorrow morning.

She is timid, but she can't help the scene of Mr. Lu getting angry.

The quiet restaurant, because of Qingyao's coming in, was clanging.

She wore a set of red leather clothes and trousers in hip-hop style. Countless metal chains on her coat clanked as she walked. There were countless silver Mao ding on her pants. When she collided with the metal chain of her coat, there were constant sounds of various iron tools.

There are four delicate dishes and one soup on the table. Lu Shaoqiu sits in the front position, with a black shirt and black trousers. He is strong and has a good figure. He looks good in everything.

Qingyao walked straight in with a smile on his face.

He looked straight at her when she came in, but he didn't make any comments.

Qingyao disdains it in his heart. Just try to install it.

"Mr. Lu, you're off work? It's hard to wait for me to eat so late." Qing Yao smiled at him, hummed, walked over, pulled a chair at his hand and sat down.

Dangling his legs and shaking rhythmically.

Lu Shaoqiu's face was expressionless.

Both of them took their jobs and began to eat.

Lu Shaoqiu ate elegantly and silently.

Qingyao took a mouthful, chewed it wantonly, picked up the spoon, pulled the soup bowl to him, took a mouthful, sucked it into his mouth, and kept smashing it.

Lu Shaoqiu didn't seem to hear it and continued to eat his own meal politely.

He finished a bowl, and Qingyao was still struggling with Ziliu and soup.

Lu Shaoqiu put down the bowl, drank water and wiped his lips.

Sit there, clean and tidy as if you had never eaten.

Buy a non fading lipstick, drink a whole bowl of soup, and the color is still as new.

Sure enough, it's better to be expensive.

Qingyao was very satisfied and began to eat again.

Two chopsticks in the dish.

Fish flavored diced chicken is specially selected for diced chicken. The others are picked, thrown, turned over and dug again. The scallion leaves on the chopsticks can't be thrown away, so they knock next to the dish until they are knocked off.

The sound made me crazy.

She quietly touched her eyes and glanced at the man next to her, but she saw that he still had no change in his face, and her eyes had been staring at her indifferently.

Qingyao lifted his lower palate indifferently and continued his journey of picking vegetables.

After picking the diced chicken, pick the fungus in the mustard meat. No meat, no others. As long as the fungus, pick it and continue to throw it.

A slight arc.

When Qingyao chopsticks were thrown up, a piece of garlic flew out and landed on the black shirt on Lu Shaoqiu's right shoulder.

Excellent pure black shirt, white garlic slices.

He looked down at the garlic in silence.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I didn't mean to." Qingyao was secretly happy. On the surface, he smiled. He threw away his chopsticks and took down the garlic slice for him with his claws. The oil stain left behind left an insignificant mark on the black shirt.

Lu Shaoqiu slowly removed his eyes from the small oil stain and nailed them to Qingyao's face with a cold feeling.

Qingyao pretended not to see it and continued to dig around in the dish.

Hearing Lu Shaoqiu sneer, "do you know how naive your behavior is now?"

Qingyao blinked innocently: "where is childish?"

"What do you think?" he stared at her for a moment.

Qingyao was a little flustered by his sharp eyes, but she still said, "I don't see where I'm childish."

Lu Shaoqiu stood up, grabbed the tissue box from the table with his big hand, pulled several paper towels from the inside, walked up to her, grabbed her petite lower palate with a tiger's mouth, and looked cold and handsome "Who do you show such an old monster's face to? What do you look like when you eat or sit? Are you threatening me? Unfortunately, the means are too clumsy and childish for me!"

He wiped the black eye shadow on her eyes with a paper towel, black lipstick on her mouth, and pulled the black and heavy eyelashes that she covered with glue.

When he wiped, she struggled fiercely: "labor and capital are like this. It used to be like this. It's also like this in Hong Kong. If you want to see it, don't look at it. Who wants to see it? You let go of labor and capital -"

Until the black and red pigments were wiped off, Qingyao's face was also rubbed red, swollen and painful. Because of some residual colors, it looked black and funny, which was more terrible and funny than the black mountain old demon makeup just now.

She kicked away the chair behind her and left the table angrily.

"Stop!" Lu Shaoqiu said in a cold voice behind her.

Qingyao doesn't care and continues to go out.

"Well, I don't care what you like to do in the future. You can do whatever you like. I won't let you go. I'll die early!"

His tall and high body strode past him.

Qingyuan's shoulder was hit and she stumbled. She hit the wall.

She thought he would leave at least for a while in a rage.

Who knows, he went into the master bedroom again.

Qingyao originally wanted to go in and have a rest. Her face hurts, her heart hurts, her ankle hurts, and she hurts everywhere. She really wants to find a big bed and sleep upside down. She doesn't want anything and doesn't care about anything.

He's in her bedroom. Of course she won't go in again.

In this duplex room, upstairs is the study and audio-visual room, and below is the master bedroom and guest room.

The guest room is for LAN Siyi, and there is only the master bedroom left.

Qingyuan looks at the door of the master bedroom.

Sit down at the table again, take the tissue box he threw on the table, take out a few, wet it with tea, and wipe the makeup on his face a little.

After wiping, pick up your backpack again.

Ding Ding went out of the restaurant, changed into silver Mao Ding riding boots at the porch, opened the door, walked out smartly, and slammed the door hard.

Lu Shaoqiu heard the sound of slamming the door on the sofa in his bedroom. His heart also hurt, and his ink eyes contracted.

He knew she was making trouble with him on purpose.

Also know what to do, will let her stop these mischief, for her own disgusting behavior.

However, he was cruel.

In recent months, he has tried hard and continued to return to his previous days alone.

But can thought be controlled.

From one person to two people, it seems easy for one person to fall in love with others, but it's really not easy to get out of this love again.

He also finally understood why some of the company's subordinates made all kinds of incredible behaviors because of lovelorn.

He has always considered himself the most self-contained and rational one.

However, when it comes to relying on one person, all reason and self-reliance have become the weakest thing, which will be broken as soon as you poke it.

He is greedy for the dependence brought to him by this brave and arrogant but righteous little Mustang.

He likes the excitement when she is around him. As soon as she leaves, no matter how big the conference room, no matter how big the party, no matter how many people surround, she is still lonely to the bone.

It is the loneliness and desolation he has never felt in 31 years.

He felt like an old man. He needed the power given to him by her brilliant flower full of positive and upward life. It also lit up his boring life, so that he could occasionally feel that the world was not always so cold.

With her, he doesn't have to meditate, calculate, guess people's hearts, and use all means to deal with this dark world.

Therefore, even if the consequences are unexpected, he can't let go!

I don't know how long I've been sitting on the sofa.