Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife Chapter 438: A ball of ball lies on top of his head

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This is really not modest. Ning Xuemo groaned in his heart, but there was no room for him to refuse to look at him.

Okay, just comb!

Ning Xuemo took the comb and stood behind him and began to comb his hair.

His hair is as black as splashing ink and cool as water. The wooden comb can slide directly to the top of his head. It feels extremely good in my hand.

Ning Xuemo touched his hair and thought about his own hair again.

Mom, her hair is not as good as this man!

She is a good person, so he pulls his hair up three times, five times two, and then puts away a cold jade on the table, even if it is taken care of.

She stepped back and looked around, her expression was a bit distorted, and she had a little bit of imagination ...

Han Shanyue also seems to see something from her expression. I don't know where to turn into a quaint mirror again, and I can take a random shot, and my forehead jumps blue!

His hair was indeed pulled into a puppet by her, but the puppet was a bit big, lying on top of him like a ball. She also gave him a ring of hair ingeniously, loosely spreading from east to west.

This hairstyle-it's simply unbearable!

Han Shanyue has not been so ugly in this life!

Was this **** purpose? !! She is obviously not ordinary ingenuity!

He took off the bun on the top of his head and let the ball fall down again: "Re-comb! If you can't comb well, shave your head into a bald head!"

This is an ingenious threat, but this threat is very useful for Ning Xuemo.

She is beautiful, if the head becomes bald, she might as well hit the wall!

"I really don't. I never combed my hair. Why don't I help you call a handy maid?" She believes that many women are willing to do this.

Han Shanyue glanced at her lightly: "Only the waiter is allowed to comb her hair, the maid is not allowed."

True hair!

Ning Xuemo blurted out: "Why don't you marry a hairmaid?"

"There are no Lone Stars among them, and this one can't bear it." Han Shanyue's voice remained faint.

"..."

In other words, he just wants to harm her? Kill himself, he is less guilty?

This **** has never been kind to her!

Ning Xuemo was too lazy to talk to him again, and re-haired him.

This time he put a mirror in front of him, and every move of Ning Xuemo behind him fell into his eyes.

He spoke from time to time to point her, but he couldn't stand it anymore. He just held her wrist and taught her step by step ...

The palm of his palm was warm and dry, and her little hand was completely wrapped. The heat seemed to pass directly to her with his palm. Ning Xuemo suddenly felt a little hot, and her heartbeat skipped several beats.

Finally, under the instruction of his hands, she fixed his hair.

He looked in the mirror himself and nodded: "It's almost this time. In order to train your skills, you will have to comb your hair every day in the future."

Ning Xuemo smiled and said nothing.

There will be no future.

She will choose Yirong Run this time, and she has arranged all the retreats.

She looked at the gourd-shaped hot spring, and wondered, "This hot spring is born?"

Han Shanyue didn't answer her question, but asked back: "Are you going to the rooftop festival with this seat? Or are you waiting in the hot spring here?"

Ning Xuemo is worried that he will keep pulling himself away. At this moment, when he hears that he has a choice, of course, he chooses the latter one--soaking in hot springs!