"Uncle Fu, if you don't leave, I will kill Murong Haitang now." Wu Yuan said fiercely.
"You...are you still a human being?" Yan Fei was so angry that she wanted to take action.
"My prince has a good reputation. You don't know that, right? Are you going to leave or not?" Wu Yuan threatened.
Yan Fei was really a little afraid of Wu Yuan's chaos, so she had no choice but to grit her teeth and leave.
Wu Yuan smiled proudly, "Little secretary, you still want to fight with me. Sooner or later, Heisi will arrange it for you and let you know the contents of the secretary's part-time job."
After scaring away Yan Fei, Wu Yuan also sat down next to Murong Haitang unceremoniously.
Although Murong Haitang's head was exposed at this time, it was wrapped in a layer of white gauze. The wet tears on her face made her look less charming and more poignant, which made people feel distressed.
However, Wu Yuan still saw Murong Haitang's fluttering eyelashes and felt Murong Haitang's tight body.
"Okay, no need to pretend to be asleep, I know you are awake."
However, Murong Haitang still closed his eyes tightly and refused to open them.
But this time, Wu Yuan was not polite and directly pinched Murong Haitang's nose.
Murong Haitang was about to cry, "How can this person be so bad? She is already in such a miserable condition, and he still wants to bully her?"
Finally, Murong Haitang couldn't hold it in any longer, opened her mouth and took a deep breath, while slapping Wu Yuan's hand away.
He said angrily and aggrieved: "How can you be so bad? If you do this again, I will leave."
After hearing Murong Haitang's words, Wu Yuan knew that Murong Haitang had already begun to think about quitting.
Before Wu Yuan could speak, Murong Haitang said again: "No need to comfort me. In fact, I have already figured it out. It's not like my hair won't grow back."
Murong Haitang forced a smile and did not dare to meet Wu Yuan's eyes.
"Who said I came to comfort you?" Wu Yuan's words made Murong Haitang surprised and at the same time felt even more aggrieved than before.
"Then go quickly, I don't want to see you now." Murong Haitang said it true, and pushed Wu Yuan.
Wu Yuan was unmoved, but he had an extra pair of scissors in his hand.
Murong Haitang was horrified when she saw the scissors.
Last night, her hair was cut off with such a pair of scissors.
This is her nightmare.
"Take it quickly, don't come over..." Murong Haitang was so frightened that she huddled up in the quilt and kept retreating to avoid it.
Although Wu Yuan felt distressed, he still stubbornly waved the scissors in front of Murong Haitang's eyes.
And he said something quite philosophical, "Some people say that the best way to overcome fear is to face it."
Murong Haitang's delicate body trembled slightly, as if she was touched by Wu Yuan's words, but she still couldn't force herself to take another look at the scissors.
Murong Haitang's body stopped trembling until a strand of long braid was thrown in front of her.
Instead, there was shock and disbelief.
The next second, Murong Haitang grabbed the long braid in front of her, her tears were like a kite with its string broken, and she couldn't stop it at all.
"What are you doing? How could you do this?"
Murong Haitang grabbed Wu Yuan's hand and prevented Wu Yuan's next move.
Outside, Yan Fei, who had been guarding the door anxiously, heard Murong Haitang's shouts and rushed in immediately.
"What did you do to Haitang..."
Yan Fei did not say the next words, but she was stunned and petrified on the spot.
Yan Fei looked at Wu Yuan's short hair in disbelief, and his body and skin were inherited from his parents. Men's long braids cannot be touched, otherwise it would be disrespectful to their ancestors, not to mention the dignified prince. This
But it's a big sin.
That's why Yan Fei was so shocked at this moment.
However, at this time, Wu Yuan was heard saying to Murong Haitang with a smile: "Some people say that you should not persuade others to do good unless they have suffered, let alone those words of comfort that everyone understands."
"But now, I think I am qualified to talk to you."
"By the way, wait a minute, there's still a little bit left, let me finish cutting it."
After saying that, Wu Yuan broke away from Murong Haitang and continued to attack his hair.
However, the next second, she was hugged tightly by Murong Haitang.
Yan Fei pursed her lips and looked at it, and finally she seemed to let it go, and gently backed out, closing the door.
At this moment, she knew that she had lost to the prince and Wu Yuan.
Wu Yuan's words just now were like a slap in her face. She just stayed by Murong Haitang's side and said comforting words all night.
Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, at this moment, she was sincerely convinced by the prince.
Wu Yuan could do this for Murong Haitang, and Yan Fei knew that she had no reason to interfere with Wu Yuan's attack on Murong Haitang.
Even Yan Fei understood that from now on, Murong Haitang, who was already wavering, would completely accept Wu Yuan.
However, Yan Fei was not jealous or held a grudge. Instead, she was more happy. Wu Yuan showed her who could give Murong Haitang the best comfort.
Similarly, Wu Yuan also deserves Murong Haitang's response to this consolation.
Inside the room, Wu Yuan also patted Murong Haitang on the back.
"I've cried enough, have you ever considered how your eyes feel?" Wu Yuan still had a casual and slightly teasing tone.
Murong Haitang couldn't help but said: "How can it feel?"
"It feels uncomfortable too. It's just your eyes. Why should you feel uncomfortable about your hair? It's not fair to your eyes."
Such strange and humorous remarks made Murong Haitang burst into tears and laugh.
"I want to apologize for what you said to my eyes."
Hearing this, Wu Yuan smiled and said: "That's all about your hair, what does it have to do with you?"
Murong Haitang couldn't help laughing.
But for some reason, the word "hair", which had almost become a taboo word for her, now seems to feel no pressure at all when talking about it, and it even seems to have nothing to do with her.
"Let me go first. I haven't finished cutting it yet, or you can cut it for me. I've long disliked it. This long hair will make me tired even after washing it."
Just a little cute."
After that, Wu Yuan handed the scissors to Murong Haitang's hand.
After taking the scissors, Murong Haitang gently put them down. Now she is no longer afraid of scissors.
"The prince has done enough for Haitang. If the prince doesn't mind, please lie down."
"Ah?" Wu Yuan was a little confused.
But under Murong Haitang's tender gaze, she still lay down.
At this moment, Murong Haitang was willing.
It's not a repayment of gratitude, it's just a simple and enthusiastic response to this lovely and irritating man.
For a long time, Wu Yuan kissed the smooth jade forehead and looked at it with admiration.
"Stop looking, what's so interesting about a little nun?"
Although Murong Haitang's words were self-deprecating, his tone was obviously relaxed and he had obviously opened his heart.
"I didn't expect that this prince would be so lucky to find such a beautiful little nun." Wu Yuan joked.
The next second, Murong Haitang's exclamation came, "Come again..."