Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife

This is really not modest. Ning Xuemo groaned in his heart, but looking at his appearance didn't give him room to refuse at all.

Well, just comb!

Ning Xuemo took the comb and stood behind him and started to comb his hair.

His hair was as black as splashing ink and cool as water. The wooden comb can slide directly to the top of his head. It feels very good in my hand.

Ning Xuemo touched his hair and thought about his own hair again.

Damn, her hair is not as good as this man!

She is a slick person, and pulls his hair up three times, five times two, and puts off a cold jade on the table, even if it is taken care of.

She stepped back and looked around, her expression was a bit distorted, and she was a little bit empty ...

Han Shanyue also seemed to see something from her expression. I didn't know where to turn into a quaint mirror. I shot it at will, and my forehead jumped!

His hair was indeed pulled into a puppet by her, but the puppet was a bit big, lying on top of him like a ball. She also gave him a round of hair ingeniously, loosely spreading from the east to the west.

This hairstyle-it's simply unbearable!

Han Shanyue has not been so ugly in this life!

Is this girl intentional? !! She is obviously not ordinary ingenuity!

He removed the bun from the top of his head, and let the ball fall down again: "Re-comb! If you don't comb well, you can shave your head directly!"

This is really an ingenious threat, but this threat is very useful for Ning Xuemo.

She is beautiful, and if her head becomes a bald, she might as well hit the wall!

"I really don't. I never combed my hair. Why don't I help you call a handy maid?" She believes that many women are willing to do this.

Han Shanyue glanced at her lightly: "Only the waiter is allowed to comb her hair. The maid is not allowed."

Really hairy!

Ning Xuemo blurted out: "Why don't you marry a hairmaid?"

"There are no lonely stars among them, and this one can't bear it." Han Shanyue's voice remained faint.

"..."

In other words, he just wanted to harm her? Kill himself, he is less guilty?

This **** has never been comfortable with her!

Ning Xuemo was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and re-hair him.

This time he put a mirror in front of him, and every move of Ning Xuemo behind him fell into his eyes.

He spoke from time to time to point her, and finally couldn't see it. He simply held her wrist back and taught her step by step ...

The palm of his palm was warm and dry, and her little hand was completely wrapped. The heat seemed to pass directly to her with his palm. Ning Xuemo suddenly felt a little hot, and her heartbeat leaked for several beats.

Finally, under the instruction of his hands, she fixed his hair for him.

He looked in the mirror himself and nodded: "It's almost this time. In order to exercise your skills, you will have to comb your hair for this seat every day."

Ning Xuemo smiled and said nothing.

In the future, there will be no future.

This time she will choose Yi Rong, and all the retreats have been arranged.

She looked at the gourd-shaped hot spring, and wondered: "This hot spring is born?"

Han Shanyue did not answer her question, but asked: "Are you going to the rooftop festival with this seat? Or are you waiting in the hot spring here?"

Ning Xuemo was worried that he would always pull himself away, and when he heard that he had a choice, of course, he chose the latter one-hot spring!