A woman from a treasure island once said that being the second generation rich is actually very happy.
To be honest, in today's world, if you have money, you have everything, and of course you are happy.
The same goes for Zhao Yazhi, whose high standard of living often leaves Li Jiacheng in awe.
Li Jiacheng's car parked in front of the largest hair salon in Haicheng City. According to Zhao Yazhi, many family members of rich and famous people and entertainers gathered here. It was like a place for celebrities to hang out, so the upper class people like to come here for haircuts and blowjobs.
, although the price is ridiculously expensive.
Zhao Yazhi hooked Li Jiacheng's arm, took off the sunglasses from his face, and said with a smile: "Let's go in."
"Okay." Li Jiacheng said, this was his first time in such a place.
In fact, he has long hair, so there is basically no need to cut it.
After the two of them entered, Li Jiacheng discovered that the size of this salon was no joke. It was several hundred square meters, and it was on two floors upstairs and downstairs. The various hair-making equipment were dazzling to see.
Of course, the problem is that he has no idea what those things are for.
"Miss Zhao, welcome." A woman wearing a manager badge stepped forward and smiled attentively to Zhao Yazhi, "You haven't been here for a while. When Mrs. Wang came to have her hair done a few days ago, she even mentioned you to me.
Already."
Zhao Yazhi smiled elegantly and said, "I've been a little busy at school recently. By the way, is Huang Xiaoming here? I want to give my boyfriend a haircut today."
"Here, he always talks about you! Follow me to the second floor."
Huang Xiaoming is not tall and looks very thin. He is wearing a small black vest, a yellow shirt underneath, a black bow on the collar, a pair of black pants, and a pair of black leather shoes. He looks a little funny.
As soon as he saw Zhao Yazhi, he immediately came up to him excitedly, and said enthusiastically with a sharp voice: "Yazhi, it's been how many days, and I finally see you here, but I miss you so much."
Li Jiacheng couldn't help but look at Zhao Yazhi, his eyes seemed to be asking her: Is this such a girly man Huang Xiaoming?
Then, Huang Xiaoming turned his eyes to Li Jiacheng and asked in a girly voice: "Oh, who is this handsome guy? He is so handsome! Look at his height and figure, he can't be
Which model?"
"My boyfriend! His surname is Li." Zhao Yazhi said proudly, "I'm here to let you style his hair today."
"No problem, Mr. Li is so handsome, how can I not try my best!" Huang Xiaoming said excitedly, "Come here, come here, I can't help but do it quickly."
After saying that, Huang Xiaoming immediately stepped forward and pulled Li Jiacheng to sit in front of a large mirror, then placed it on Li Jiacheng's shoulder and said in a womanly voice: "Mr. Li, you can take off the hat now."
Li Jiacheng was immediately given goosebumps by this transvestite and quickly turned his head away.
What is going on with Zhao Yazhi? How could he find such a person? And judging from their looks, they seem to have quite a good relationship!
I’m depressed. But I’m embarrassed to have an attack!
So Li Jiacheng had no choice but to take off his hat.
I'll bear with you! I won't come here a second time.
Zhao Yazhi was sitting next to him, looking at Li Jiacheng's embarrassed look with a smile, seeming to think that he looked even cuter like this.
Seeing Li Jiacheng's long hair slipping out of the hat, Huang Xiaoming immediately exclaimed: "Wow, Mr. Li's hair quality is really great! But what's going on with the part next to it? What color is it?"
yellow?"
"Burned by fire!" Li Jiacheng said angrily.
This person really talks too much, just like a quail, and he talks endlessly.
Huang Xiaoming walked around the chair where Li Jiacheng sat several times and looked at Li Jiacheng's head carefully, which made Li Jiacheng feel very awkward.
You feel even more uncomfortable than going to see the secretary of the provincial party committee! I couldn't help but cast an impatient look at Zhao Yazhi.
Zhao Yazhi shook his head and smiled: "Believe me, Huang Xiaoming is the best."
"Of course I am the best hairstylist." Huang Xiaoming said with a proud smile, "But Mr. Li is also one of the most handsome men I have ever seen, even more handsome than those artists!"
When Huang Xiaoming said this, the smile on Zhao Yazhi's face suddenly became brighter.
"Are you ready to start cutting your hair?" Li Jiacheng asked impatiently.
Obviously aware of Li Jiacheng's mood, Huang Xiaoming said quickly: "Okay, okay, are you anxious about waiting? Work slowly and carefully! I plan to shorten your hair, just to the cheekbones."
, which makes it easier to take care of on a daily basis.”
Li Jiacheng nodded in agreement.
In fact, his long hair is just a habit, a last tribute to the miserable life he used to live under an overpass.
Therefore, even if he is asked to have a crew cut now, he actually has no objection.
"Then, I will cut the hair on the burnt side very short. Believe me, you will look very handsome this way." Huang Xiaoming smiled proudly and girlishly at Li Jiacheng.
Li Jiacheng couldn't help but close his eyes, you damn bitch, your smile is so ugly!
Said: "Just cut it as you said!"
"Okay!" Huang Xiaoming said excitedly and picked up the scissors.
Li Jiacheng kept his eyes closed the whole time, too lazy to look at this damn fake girl. He just heard the scissors in his hand kept scratching and scratching, and Zhao Yazhi chatting with Huang Xiaoming nonstop.
After about half an hour, Li Jiacheng's arduous journey was finally over.
Huang Xiaoming put down the scissors in his hand, looked at his masterpiece excitedly, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, it's done, Mr. Li can open his eyes now!"
Li Jiacheng opened his eyes and was stunned.
What he saw in the mirror was a completely different version of himself.
The burnt hair on the right was completely cut off, leaving only the length reaching the ear;
The length of the hair on the top of the head, the back of the head and the most half of the head was also cut off a lot, forming broken hair, which was all combed to the left side of the face. But compared to the average man's hair, it is still very long, reaching the position of the cheekbones.
In this way, Li Jiacheng's original too mature look disappeared, and instead he looked like a bad little man.
The image has been completely subverted!
Zhao Yazhi stood up and stood behind Li Jiacheng, "Wow..." he exclaimed, "This looks much cuter!"
Have you watched too many silly Taiwanese idol dramas?
"Hey, now, give me a small gift for Mr. Li." Huang Xiaoming said proudly.
He took out a black headband from his trouser pocket and gathered most of Li Jiacheng's hair on the left side of his face and the back of his head to form a short ponytail, leaving a small handful in front, similar to bangs.
"With your hair tied up like this, you will look brighter and move more easily!" Huang Xiaoming said proudly.
"Xiaoming, you are really good. You are worthy of being the number one hairstylist. My dear looks even more handsome like this!" He couldn't help but hugged Li Jiacheng's neck from behind.
To be honest, Li Jiacheng really admired this transvestite's craftsmanship at this time, which made him feel quite satisfied.
