"Go up first." Wuming helped Qiqi get out of the car, and then everyone walked towards the main house together.

When he returned to the room, Wuming still kept silent and poured a cup of warm water for Qiqi. After looking at her for a while, he suddenly said, "Since he is in the Nangong family, I might as well agree to the matter with the Nangong family first and find an excuse to go to their house first."

"Don't you hate Nangong Ya very much?" Qiqi looked back at him. Although he said nothing, she could see his resistance to Nangong Ya.

Seeing that he turned aside and didn't say anything, it was obvious that he was a little resistant to the topic. Qiqi stood up, looked at his long black hair, and said helplessly: "What happened? If you have something in your heart, you might as well tell me. Didn't you agree to share whatever secrets you have?"

Wuming turned around and looked at her side, still cold and hard, unwilling to say anything.

He was in a bad mood, and Qiqi knew in his heart that he said he wanted to go to the Nangong family to find her senior brother, but he felt wronged.

What did Nangong Ya do to him to make him do this? She won’t ask about this for the time being.

After looking at the long hair again, she suddenly said softly: "Is it really so resistant to letting you cut your hair short?"

"I don't resist." Wuming turned around and looked at her. When talking about this topic, the person became more clear: "I don't take these external objects seriously, so I will cut them off. As you said, it's easy to cut them."

Especially, if he really agreed to the Nangong family to escort the old man from the Nangong family, then this long hair is indeed inconvenient to keep, which is not only conspicuous, but also affects his actions.

In ancient times, I didn’t think there was anything, but in modern times, I couldn’t wear camouflage clothes or a serious suit and keep a pair of long hair.

However, he was still a little unwilling to accept it and couldn't help but mutter: "Why can that guy Chu Xuanchi have his hair openly?"

"That's because he is in the art industry. His long hair will not only not hinder his work, but will even fascinate more girls for him. Forget it, you don't understand if you say this." Qiqi smiled, but was still amused by his little temperament.

Opening the drawer, taking out scissors from it, and just about to say something, Wuming took over the scissors in her hand and said in a deep voice: "Tongtong said that pregnant women cannot hold a knife, which is unlucky."

"I never believe in these things, and you are always nervous." I believe in this kind of thing, but I didn't expect that his nameless hero would have any ideas. She said helplessly: "Do you want them to repair your long hair, or do you ask me to cut it for you?"

Wuming lowered his eyes, looked at the scissors in his hand, and said nothing.

Qiqi walked over, pried his five fingers apart one by one, took the scissors back into his hand, and flipped it up in the drawer.

After finally pulling out an eyebrow-cleaning knife, she looked at him and said softly: "The materials are limited, I will try to see if it can be made beautiful. Move the chair over and I will give you a haircut."

"Qiqi..." Wuming was a little hesitant because Tongtong said something, and he was always a little uneasy.

"Do you think about it today and continue to let people like Nangong Ya cut your hair?"

Wuming's eyes suddenly turned dark, and hesitated for a while and finally moved the chair over and sat down in front of her.

Qiqi took a comb, untied the simple headband tied to his long hair, combed his long hair smoothly, then picked up the scissors and trimmed it for him bit by bit.

She was really one of the few people who could make him trust him wholeheartedly. This made her feel a little more excited.

In fact, she understood why Wuming was so resistant to hair cutting, because he didn't trust the person holding the scissors.

He is a killer, and scissors are a sharp thing. When someone uses scissors and closes his neck, he will definitely subconsciously resist it.

It is also an instinct to hurt people. After all, the neck is the most vulnerable part of the human body. As long as the major artery is cut, it is hard to save people. Out of the instinct of a killer, it is already amazing that he will not directly kill the other party.

In fact, Wuming has changed a lot for everyone. She shouldn't blame him for hurting people at any time. If possible, he would definitely not want to.

Her long hair was cut off bit by bit, and then she used an eyebrow slimmer knife to fix her hair neatly. Fortunately, she was quite talented and could also give him a hairstyle based on her imagination.

But when the hair behind her was all taken away, the red mark on Wuming's neck still caught her eyes. With just a glance, she was pulled in her heart, paused her fingertips, and gently stroked the broken knife marks.

She frowned and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

Wuming didn't want to say anything at first, but she refused to let go, so he had to tell her truthfully: "When that woman cut me her hair, she accidentally got hurt."

"Did you break your wrist just because you hurt you? You are not like this, what happened?" she asked patiently, as if coaxing an awkward child.

Wuming was still hesitant, and after a while, his cheeks turned slightly red and he said coldly: "She... her annoying hand has been trying to touch my face."

Qiqi bit her lip, stood and blinked her eyes, almost unable to help but laugh.

Fortunately, she didn't laugh out loud. How aggrieved would he feel if the nameless hero would say such words? If she laughed at him at this time, he would never be willing to express too much to him in the future.

She just didn't expect that Nangong Ya was so crazy. No wonder he resisted so much. How could he withstand the touch of those strange women at him? It was enough to give her face without slapping her out with one palm. No, it should be said that he gave her enough face and the family.

For this family, the unknown hero was really wronged.

"Who made you look so charming?" After calming down, she couldn't help but tease her, and still removed the extra hair ends for him little by little.

Wuming pursed his lower lip and snorted coldly: "I am charming... why can't I fascinate you? Cousin... When did you become my cousin? You are my wife..."

"Shut up." Qiqi reached out and knocked on his forehead, saying helplessly: "It's already here, why are you talking about whether you are a lady or not..."

"That's an insider."

"I know it's fake."

"Who told you that it's fake?" The unknown hero is so persistent. How could the things he believes will change so easily?

An insider is an insider. No matter where he goes, he will introduce him to others. Only she can say such words to her cousin.

Qiqi ignored him and carefully repaired his hair, and still couldn't help but think of Chu Jiangnan again.

If someone needs to be helped into the door, senior brother...what happened to him?

In the evening, Tongtong brought Mu Fan and Baoer back. She was over eight years old and was now in the third grade of junior high school and was about to take the final exam.

Because he had never taken the previous studies, he joined the courses before the third grade. Half of the courses before the third grade were taught by Tongtong and half were taught by himself. It was much more difficult to learn than ordinary peers.

So after he came back, he greeted Qiqi and Wuming, then went back to the room and continued to review his homework.

As for Baoer, because she is still in kindergarten, she doesn’t have much to learn. In addition, she doesn’t know if her genes are too good, so Baoer’s learning ability is stronger than that of ordinary children. The little knowledge she taught in kindergarten is not enough for her to chew.

When I got home, I touched Qiqi's belly for a while before I ran to find Wuming.

Wuming had just come out of the bathroom, his short hair was still wet. Seeing him like this, Baoer was stunned and stared at him with blinking eyes, completely unable to come back to his senses.

"What? Isn't it just that I cut my hair short? I don't know your hero's daddy?" Wuming threw down the dry towel used to wipe his hair, squatted down and spread his arms to her.

Baoer then reacted and finally ran over. After being picked up by him, he grabbed his short hair that was still dripping with water, muttered and said, "Why did Daddy cut his hair short? Now that's how, Daddy is more handsome than you."

Wuming frowned and immediately said dissatisfiedly: "Is the influence of a handful of hair really so great? If you cut it, it won't be more handsome than your dad?"

"Not that." Baoer shook his head, thought carefully for a while before saying, "If you don't cut it, you're still not as handsome as Daddy."

"..." A man's face began to be covered with dark clouds from that moment on, and the black color on his head had not dissipated for a long time...

At dinner, a super handsome guy finally came home.

The door of the hall was opened, and from the beginning of his first step, all the women in the hall, whether big or small, were completely fascinated by the eyes.

A well-trimmed black T-shirt is not from a big brand, but after wearing it on him, his value suddenly increased by a hundred times. I believe that after today's press conference, this black T-shirt will definitely become popular in the streets and alleys.

There are also the jeans he wore. After the beauty consultant begged for a long time, he finally picked out a few holes on his knees as everyone wished, dark ripped jeans and black mid-sleeved T-shirts. There was no particular combination. At this time, no one dared to say that such a combination was imperfect.

A big name, I’m afraid it’s not as dazzling as him. How could this man be so handsome and charming?

Baoer had already taken the lead and walked over, stretched out his two broken arms and begged for a hug. As for the two women who were still sitting on the sofa, their eyes were still on him and they couldn't take them back.

"Is it very handsome?" I wonder which guy was disturbing.

Tongtong didn't even look at him, and her eyes were still on Chu Xuanchi who was entering the door, nodding repeatedly: "Handsome, so handsome. I've never seen such a handsome man in such a big age."

So, Qiqi, who woke up from her man's deceptive temperament, couldn't help but turn around and throw her a pity.
Chapter completed!