In the early morning, the mirror in the bedroom is lined with morning light, and what is reflected is a bright and clean face.
Today happens to be the weekend, so it's time to go to the old people's apartment with Huai Ru to read the essays of father-in-law Shi. Wan Qing deliberately chose a dark blue velvet cheongsam, and put a silk scarf the color of the West Lake around her neck. The temperature difference between day and night is large, so wearing a circle around her neck will not make her feel cold.
Huai Ruben was sitting on the bedside reading a book. Seeing Wan Qing pick up the comb and put her hair in a bun, his eyes gradually turned to the dressing table: "Do you feel that your hand is not easy to hold? The angle of shaping is not enough. good?"
Wan Qing held the lock of hair, and held it on her wrist weakly: "It's been a long time since I put my hair up in a bun, but I feel a little rusty."
Huai Ru smiled, took off his slippers, and walked over: "I remember the last time I combed your hair, it seemed to be when we were just married, right? Or, try my skills?"
"Aren't you trying to perfuse me with braids again?" Wan Qing turned her head to look at him, and couldn't help laughing.
"Hey, don't look down on people. How old are you, how come you should make some progress?" Huai Ru said, picked up the sandalwood comb on the table, and murmured: "Yeah , you still look good with a low bun, the so-called cloud is a fancy dress. The hanging cloud temples are just right for your cheongsam."
"That's pretty good." Wan Qing elongated the tone at the end, and there was a bit of coquettishness in her words.
Huairu hooked his hair with a comb in a serious manner, and then made a draft in his heart, dividing the back of his head into several areas for planning. But watching him swaying from side to side and grabbing a few handfuls, a few hairpins fixed, the fluffy cloud temples were revealed.
"Teacher Shi, let me tell you, if you retire in the future, I think there is still a way out in a hair salon as Teacher Tony." Wan Qing stared at her hair in the mirror and joked.
Hearing this, Huai Ru let out a "chi" laugh: "Thanks to Mr. Su for not disliking it, Shi is very honored. After we retire in the future, we can be a pair of legends in the hairdressing industry together. You are responsible for designing hairstyles. I'm in charge of the pan, what do you think?"
"Spoof, it's already eight o'clock, hurry up and change your clothes, at least you can hurry to have breakfast with Dad and the others." Wan Qing said softly.
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"Shameless! When it rains, are you a coward? This is a dare to do it!"
When Wan Qing and Huai Ru arrived at the door, they heard a "boom", and a handbag fell directly to their feet. But I saw a woman wearing high heels who looked like she was walking on stilts, sitting on the sofa, spitting hard at Yu Shi.
Looking inside, Shi Zhiwen was holding an infant baby in his hands, crying with his mouth open. And what about when it rains? He only dared to face the wall, trembling with a look of helplessness.
"Dad, what happened in the rain?" Huai Ru couldn't help asking in surprise.
The woman turned around, looked at Huai Ru and Wan Qing fiercely, and said coldly: "Oh, you really should ask Shi Yushi to see what good things he has done!"
Seeing that the situation was not right, Wan Qing hurriedly found a chair for her father-in-law Shi Zhiwen to sit in, and she also pulled Huai Ru to sit on the opposite side of the sofa, and said with a smile, "I don't know how lucky my second brother is, knowing him Such a young and beautiful friend.¡± (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel.com