"You know what you're doing and you still put on a bad face?"
"I wonder what that little girl is up to. I really want to meet the owner of Cuiyuyun Tower." Jing Shengze also understood Yu Wushuang's temperament.
Although the rumors were unpalatable, they were not groundless. The little girl had some issues with that person.
Jing Xuuge's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Are you going to the Marquis' Mansion? I'll go too."
Marquis Mansion. Tianqingyuan.
Yesterday's explosion destroyed the main house, but the rooms on both sides were not affected at all, so Yu Wushuang and Di Yan occupied one room each.
Early in the morning, Yu Wushuang came out staring at a chicken coop. Her hair was burnt and she couldn't take care of it unless she cut it off.
"Miss, let me comb your hair." Qiu Shuang sniffed, her eyes red.
"It looks even uglier when combed, so forget it." Yu Wushuang also gave up the treatment.
With her hair blown up like this, she can't afford to comb her hair in a classic style. In fact, her hair looks pretty good with her little face.
"..."
While talking, Yu Wushuang saw Di Yan coming out of the room.
He is still dressed in white, and his hair is not combed. Although his dark hair is not as explosive as Yu Wushuang's, it is not much better.
His hair was curled and raised, and his face was still a little hazy in the morning. He didn't feel ugly at all, but exuded a unique and handsome look.
The more Yu Wushuang looked at it, the more she regretted it. If she hadn't blocked him, how could her hair be like this?
"Qiu Shuang, go find some scissors."
"Miss, the old lady has told me that the lady is not allowed to cut her hair."
"It's not me who cuts it, it's him who cuts it."
"Ah?" Qiu Shuang was stunned.
"Go quickly."
"Miss..."
Jade Wushuang glanced.
Qiu Shuang closed her mouth, wondering in her heart, didn't the eldest lady dislike him, why would she want to cut his hair?
"Want to cut my hair?" Di Yan came over.
"It's so ugly. Let me trim it for you." She smiled.
"kindness."
Di Yan responded and sat on the stone bench.
Yu Wushuang was a little curious. Didn't it say that the body's hair and skin were affected by its parents?
Why didn't he react at all?
Qiu Shuang took the scissors and held them heavily in her hands.
"Miss, you have to think carefully."
Yu Wushuang stretched out his hand: "Bring it here."
Qiu Shuang handed over the scissors tremblingly.
Yu Wushuang reached out and brushed Di Yan's hair. The quality of the hair was really not that good. Although the surface was slightly fried, people still didn't know where to start.
Di Yan was very calm.
"Did I cut it?" Yu Wushuang said.
"kindness."
"..."
So calm?
"Do you know what cutting your hair means?" he asked.
Yu Wu had just grabbed a strand of hair in her hands and put the scissors on when she heard him ask. She smiled and said, "Of course I know."
"That's good."
Yu Wushuang paused, no matter how strange it sounded, she turned to look at Qiu Shuang, with a slight questioning look in her eyes.
Don’t you have to be a mother to cut it?
Qiu Shuang immediately understood what she meant and opened her mouth and said: "In Dongyue, if a woman cuts a man's hair, it means that the woman will love him till death."
"..."
Yu Wushuang is shocked, love him? Until death?
Let me go, there is such a meaning in getting a haircut.
She thought that her body, hair and skin were inherited from her parents, and only her parents could cut her body...
Looking at the hair that has been placed in the middle of the scissors, my face looks ugly. Why should I cut it?
"Don't you want to cut it?"
"That's all, that's all, no..."
Di Yan and Yu Wushuang spoke at the same time.
Before Yu Wushuang finished speaking, the hair she was holding fell off...
Di Yan: I want to marry you as my wife, but you want to be my mother