Tian Junhao didn't even open his eyelids, and a deep voice sounded:
"If it's not straightened out within three hours, the store will be closed."
What an arrogant tone!
The barber shop owner looked at his posture and then looked at the eleven pure black Ferraris outside the door. He was not worried about whether An Ying would damage his hair.
The barber who had been serious just now immediately changed his stance: "Actually, as long as the potion is good, it's not impossible."[
As he said this, several other barbers came over and started working immediately.
Three hours is actually a bit tight. Their store has just opened less than a month ago, so how dare they mess with unknown big shots.
One of the boys looked at Tian Junhao's appearance and suddenly remembered the video that went viral recently. His face changed dramatically, he lowered his head and said to several others:
"That person seems to be some kind of charming king who bowed down to even the mayor a few days ago."
Oh my god!
At first glance, it turned out to be him. Even the mayor didn't dare to raise his eyes in front of him. How could they afford to offend him?
So, sadly, I have no choice but to sacrifice An Ying.
An Ying looked at the barber who changed his attitude with great sadness, and snorted in an extremely unhappy voice: Humph, you have to adapt to the wind!
As a result, she could only watch helplessly as her beautiful princess hairstyle was ruthlessly destroyed.
An hour later, An Ying was manipulated like a puppet by several barbers.
Out of boredom, he secretly raised his eyes and looked at Tian Junhao through the mirror in front of him.
I saw him with his feet propped up, a business notebook on his thigh, and his fingers typing on the keyboard with a serious and majestic look.
The barber shop was very quiet. Occasionally, a few people wanted to come in to get a haircut, but were stopped by the sentry at the door.
The reserved barber shop never saw a single customer again.
However, something happened midway.
A girl wearing suspenders and a bobbed hair, about the same age as An Ying, insisted on barging in.
He yelled at the sentry with a bad tone: "Get out of the way, why don't you let me in? Alai, Alai, come out quickly, they are my way."
The barber who was putting on the hair mask on An Ying, probably the Alai the girl called, quickly looked at Tian Junhao pleadingly: "That's my wife."