He Mengjie rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen to do it. As long as he stopped mentioning Chen Yuwei's affairs.
Wenxuan turned around and was about to leave. After taking a step, he remembered something and stopped: "By the way, you should still take more care of the rain in the future. You can't do anything at noon today!"
He Mengjie nodded quickly, and it was inevitable that she would not be able to do it once.
Wenxuan seemed very satisfied when he saw her so quickly, and turned around to go to the study.
He Mengjie looked at his back and felt a little moved. She couldn't help but say something more: "That... what you mean is that you still have to date Chen Yuwei, right?"
Wenxuan stopped, raised his eyebrows and looked at her without saying a word.
He Mengjie suddenly felt embarrassed and frustrated. Why did she ask this question? It seemed like she had so much...
After a while, when He Mengjie thought Wenxuan was about to see her to death, he suddenly spoke: "Her hair is good." Then he turned around and left.
He Mengjie was stunned. This is the answer? Because her hair is good, she should continue dating?
Didn’t he say that the woman Tingyu didn’t like would break up decisively? This time it was because of good hair?
So weird!
That night, when He Mengjie was taking a shower at home, she washed her hair carefully. After washing, she stood in front of the mirror and combed it.
Isn’t this also black and straight, and the hair is very good? He Mengjie looked at it again and again, and she became a little narcissistic. It’s true that other people’s hair is also very good? It’s free to fall when putting the comb on it.
The next day, He Mengjie opened the door of Wen's house with her hair loose, sweating profusely.
She regretted it very much. She shouldn’t have gotten up late, and she shouldn’t have gotten braided when she got up late. She squeezed the bus over there, and I don’t know how many times her long hair was pulled. Now she was sweating even more!
She turned around and saw that there was no one in the living room. She was secretly grateful and hurried into the bathroom to tidy up.
After washing her face, she took out the braid rope and was about to tie her hair up, she hesitated again. She was not going to use her hair to teach Wenxuan today, telling him that a woman's hair is long and good and doesn't mean anything
, you must never leave the question of whether to intercourse or not to decide to hair.
When she thought about this, her heart was filled with a sense of mission to save the world. She nodded to herself in the mirror, secretly encouraged: "You can do it!" Then she made a V-shaped gesture and left the bathroom.
As soon as I left the bathroom, I met Wenxuan who was going downstairs.
Wenxuan was dressed neatly, with shirts and trousers, which was the rhythm of going to work. Seeing her, he was stunned.
He Mengjie's face turned red for no reason, and she turned around and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
I made a vegetable salad this morning, and He Mengjie brought the plate to the table. Wenxuan had been waiting for a long time. He looked up and stared at her hair.
He Mengjie put down the plate and called Tingyu on the excuse of going upstairs, and ran away in a hurry. When Wen Tingyu came down, she saw Wenxuan sitting at the table, and the salad on the plate did not move.
"What's wrong? Not delicious?" He Mengjie couldn't help but approached with a little strangeness, and stretched his head to look at his plate.
Wenxuan pinched his index finger and thumb together, as if he was pinching something, and waved to her.
He Mengjie was curious and looked closer, and couldn't help but blush when she saw it.
It turned out that Wenxuan was pinching a shiny black hair on his fingers! This length was definitely not something he could have...