Zhuo Jian checked his eyes again and again, and when she found out that he wanted to kiss her, she immediately wanted to push him, but her wrist was still held by him, and the scissors fell to the side, and happened to scratch the back of his hand.
Fu Yanye didn't feel any pain, but he just didn't want her to hurt him.
"Boss, you're bleeding."
Suddenly Wang Rui broke the stalemate between them.
Fu Yanye glanced at Wang Rui, and Zhuo Jian glanced at the back of his hand. Just now she felt the finger let go of the scissors, and the scissors fell quickly, and then were firmly blocked by something.
When she saw the back of his hand, she turned pale in shock and said, "Let me go quickly, you're bleeding."
He didn't let go, just looked at her ordinary low voice: "Do you still want me to shave my head?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian was furious and raised his eyes to look at him.
"Actually, I'm more afraid of scaring you and my daughter."
It didn't matter to the boy, but if the girl was frightened, he would be guilty.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and said, "You really don't care about priorities. Let go."
"You also have scars on your body, so I can accompany you."
On the contrary, he was happy.
"Let me go quickly, do you want to piss me off?"
She was really anxious, he was bleeding, and even if he wasn't afraid of pain, he would have hated being dirty in the past. If he had a mysophobia, he would have to go disinfect and sterilize it immediately, but why is he like this now?
Fu Yanye had to let go of her, seeing how angry she was.
Zhuo Jian took his hand and waited for the barber to bring their medicine kit. Fu Yanye sat on the sofa and looked at it, frowning.
"Who asked you to come here? You still want to touch me."
The implication is that you brought the injury on yourself.
Fu Yanye stared at her face, and he couldn't tell clearly. He actually felt that she was particularly distressed and anxious about him, but she didn't express any concern in what she said.
"I don't want you to cut your hair short again. It's almost late autumn and it's so cold."
Fu Yanye stared at her and said.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him unconsciously while wrapping gauze on him.
Ouyang Ping who was standing by could not help but laugh after hearing this. The couple had the same reason for not cutting their hair short.
"If you really want to cut it short, wait until the weather warms up next summer."
"Shut up now."
Zhuo Jian murmured, feeling that his face was getting hot.
"puff."
Ouyang Ping couldn't help but laugh.
Fu Yanye glanced at Ouyang Ping and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with Lawyer Ouyang?"
"it's okay no problem."
Ouyang Ping quickly said it was okay, thinking, I can't let you know that you and your husband are so similar.
Fu Yanye heard her say that it was okay, and then looked at Zhuo Jian eagerly, "How about someone trim your edges?"
"Lawyer Ouyang, someone lied about divorce. Can this be a conviction?"
"You decide."
Ouyang Ping lay on the back of the chair and watched the fun.
Zhuo Jian turned around and glared at her. As her good sister, how could she not stand on her side.
Her hand was suddenly wrapped, and the warm feeling made her turn around, only to find that Fu Yanye's hand was wrapped around hers, "Do you like today's rose?"
"Rose? Did you give it to me?"
"Well, the clerk said that yellow roses represent apology, but I think it's too ugly. Champagne is better."
"..."
Zhuo Jian actually suspected for a moment or two that it was from him.
But later I thought it was impossible. He turned his back on the book much faster than turning over the book.
