"Your uncle Fu, if you don't leave, I will do Murong Haitang now." Wu Yuan said viciously.

"You... are you still an individual?" Yan Fei was so angry that she wanted to take action.

"I am famous, don't you not know? Will you go or not?" Wu Yuan threatened.

Yan Fei was really afraid that Wu Yuan would do anything randomly, so she had to grit her teeth and leave.

Wu Yuan smiled proudly, "Little Secretary, I want to fight with me. Sooner or later, Black Silk will arrange it for you to let you know the secretary's part-time job content."

After scaring Yan Fei away, Wu Yuan sat next to Murong Haitang without hesitation.

Although Murong Haitang's head was exposed at this time, the top of his head was covered with a layer of white gauze. The tears on his face were less charming and more sad and beautiful, which made people feel distressed.

However, Wu Yuan still saw Murong Haitang's shaking eyelashes and felt Murong Haitang's tight body.

"Okay, don't pretend to be asleep, I know you're awake."

However, Murong Haitang still closed his eyes tightly and did not want to open them.

But this time, Wu Yuan was not polite and directly pinched Murong Haitang's nose.

Murong Haitang was about to cry, "How can this person be so bad? She is already so miserable, and she still wants to bully her?"

Finally, Murong Haitang could no longer hold it in, so she opened her mouth and breathed heavily, and slapped Wu Yuan's hand off at the same time.

He said angrily and aggrievedly: "How can you be so bad? If you do this, I will leave."

After hearing Murong Haitang's words, Wu Yuan knew that Murong Haitang had already developed the desire to retreat at this moment.

Before Wu Yuan could speak, Murong Haitang said again: "No need to comfort me. Actually, I have figured it out. My hair is not that I can't grow."

Murong Haitang forced a smile, and his eyes didn't dare to face Wu Yuan.

"Who said I'm here to comfort you?" Wu Yuan's words surprised Murong Haitang, and he felt even more aggrieved than before.

"Then you go quickly, I don't want to see you now." Murong Haitang said it was true, and he pushed Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan was unmoved, but he had a pair of scissors in his hand.

Seeing the scissors, Murong Haitang was extremely frightened.

Last night, her hair was cut off by such a pair of scissors.

This is her nightmare.

"Take it away quickly, don't come over..." Murong Haitang was so scared that she curled up in the quilt and kept retreating and avoiding it.

Although Wu Yuan felt distressed, he still stubbornly shook the scissors in front of Murong Haitang's eyes.

And he said a philosophical saying, "Some people say that the best way to overcome fear is to face fear."

Murong Haitang's delicate body trembled slightly, as if he was touched by Wu Yuan's words, but it was still difficult to force himself to take a look at the scissors.

Until a long braid was thrown in front of her, Murong Haitang's body stopped trembling.

Instead, shock is incredible.

The next second, Murong Haitang grabbed the long braid in front of him, and her tears were like a kite with a broken string, and she couldn't stop it.

"What are you doing? How can you do this?"

Murong Haitang grabbed Wu Yuan's hand and stopped Wu Yuan's next move.

Outside, Yan Fei, who had been waiting at the door, heard Murong Haitang's shouting and rushed in immediately.

"What do you think of Haitang..."

Yan Fei did not say the following words, but instead became petrified in place as if he was stunned.

Yan Fei looked at Wu Yuan's scattered short hair, body and skin, and was treated by his parents. The man's long braids could not move, otherwise it would be disrespect to his ancestors, let alone the prince, which was a great sin.

That's why Yan Fei was so shocked at this moment.

However, at this moment, Wu Yuan smiled and said to Murong Haitang: "There are people who say that they should not persuade others to be good without the hardships of others, let alone those comforting words that everyone knows."

"But now, I think I am qualified to talk to you."

"By the way, you wait first, it's still a little bit short, let me finish it."

After saying that, Wu Yuan was about to break free from Murong Haitang and continue to attack his hair.

However, the next second, Murong Haitang was hugged tightly.

"Please, enough, enough, woo..."

Yan Fei looked at him with her lips pursed, and finally she seemed to have put it down, she gently retreated and closed the door.

At this moment, she knew that she had lost to the prince and to Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan's words just now were like slapping her in the face. She was just waiting beside Murong Haitang and saying comforting words for the whole night.

Wiping off the tears from the corners of her eyes, she was convinced by the prince at this moment.

When Wu Yuan can do this for Murong Haitang, Yan Fei knew that she had no reason to interfere with Wu Yuan's attack on Murong Haitang.

Yan Fei even understood that from then on, Murong Haitang, who was already shaken, would completely accept Wu Yuan.

However, Yan Fei was not jealous or held grudges, but was more happy. Wu Yuan let her see, who could give Murong Haitang the best comfort?

Similarly, Wu Yuan deserves Murong Haitang’s response to this comfort.

Inside the house, Wu Yuan also patted Murong Haitang's back.

"I have cried enough. Have you ever thought about your eyes' feelings?" Wu Yuan still had a relaxed and casual tone.

Murong Haitang couldn't help but say, "How can it feel?"

"It's also uncomfortable. It's just your eyes. Why do you have to feel uncomfortable for your hair? It's unfair to your eyes."

Such strange, humorous rhetoric also made Murong Haitang burst into tears and laugh.

"I want to apologize to my eyes when you said it."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yuan smiled and said, "That's all about your hair. What does it have to do with you?"

Murong Haitang couldn't help laughing.

But for some reason, the word "hair" that almost became her taboo word. Now, it seems that there is no pressure at all, and it even seems to have nothing to do with her.

"Let me go first. I haven't finished cutting it yet, or you can cut it for me. I've long disliked it. If this old hair is washed once, I will be exhausted by my two cute little cuties."

After saying that, Wu Yuan handed the scissors to Murong Haitang.

After taking the scissors, Murong Haitang gently put it down. Now she is no longer afraid of scissors.

"The prince has done enough for Haitang. If the prince doesn't bother, please lie down."

"Ah?" Wu Yuan was a little confused.

But under Murong Haitang's tender gaze, he still lay down.

At this moment, Murong Haitang was willing to do so.

It’s not about repaying kindness, it’s just a simple and enthusiastic response to this cute and irritating man.

After a long time, Wu Yuan kissed the jade-like forehead and looked at it with appreciation.

"Don't look at it anymore, what's the best thing about a little nun?"

Although Murong Haitang was talking self-deprecatingly, his tone was obviously relaxed, and he had obviously opened his heart.

"I didn't expect that this prince would have such a blessing and actually got such a beautiful little nun." Wu Yuan teased.
Chapter completed!