As soon as he finished speaking, the man in suit he saw came in at the beginning. From the tone of his speaking, it was not difficult to see that he was the boss of the studio.

He seemed very afraid of offending He Shengting, so he called seven or eight stylists in one breath to choose from Jiang Wanwan.

It’s not the emperor’s choice of concubines!

Jiang Wanwan was very awkward, but He Shengting was at ease. At first glance, he was used to this supreme privilege.

She glanced at the stylist who was neglected next to her and felt a little embarrassed, "Just let him do it, it's not a difficult look."

This is actually a bit derogatory, but who makes He Shengting angry? He always has to follow his hair.

He Shengting glanced at her and finally said, "Just let him."

But then he said to the studio boss: "Come here again in the future and choose a female stylist for her."

Jiang Wanwan's heart moved. This old man was so self-indulgent. Who would come with him again!

Jiang Wanwan originally had soft and shiny hair, and never knotted it. It was either she had any long hair, or she was too lazy to go to the barber shop, thinking that the waiting time was too long.

Sure enough, she fell asleep on the back of the single sofa chair after half of her hair cut.

Later, she was startled by a pungent smell. She opened her eyes and saw He Shengting squatting beside her and rubbing her with her medicinal oil.

She pulled her hand back like a conditioned reflex.

He Shengting frowned, "It's all swollen."

This complaint is very natural, and those who don’t know think they are so close.

Jiang Wanwan quickly said, "I'll do it myself!"

He Shengting took over her "pig trotter", "Can you cut your hair?"

Only then did Jiang Wanwan notice that the barber stopped at some point and waited for her to straighten her head.

After He Shengting helped her with the medicinal oil, he massaged her for a while to promote absorption, and then washed his hands and sat on the velvet sofa next to him.

The remaining heat of his wrist was still there. Jiang Wanwan, a single dog, was treated so gently by a man, and his heartbeat was inevitably beaten for two beats.

But when she took her eyes and glanced at He Shengting, the other party's attention was on the screen of the phone and never raised his head.

His silhouette is cold and handsome, as if the man who cared for her just now was not him.

Jiang Wanwan woke up instantly. Not everyone can control a man like him who is full of distance.

Putting aside his messy thoughts, Jiang Wanwan took out his cell phone and played for a while, and his hair was finally cut.

The stylist's skills are indeed worthy of the studio's style.

After her hair was cut, the length was only to the collarbone, and the slightly curved curvature of the ends made her oval face look sweeter and more tender.

He Shengting took his cell phone and walked over. After looking at her in the mirror for a while, he was not very satisfied, "I look a little young."

Jiang Wanwan held her pink little face, "I just think you are praising me."

A smile flashed in He Shengting's eyes, "The main reason why you don't look at your age is your height."

Jiang Wanwan couldn't laugh anymore and glared at him.

The barber next to him watched the interaction between the two and naturally put Jiang Wanwan's account in He Shengting's name.

When Jiang Wanwan asked to pay the bill, he was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at He Shengting's face.

The latter lowered his eyes and turned his cell phone casually. It seemed to be indifferent.

The barber couldn't figure out his temperament, and couldn't stand Jiang Wanwan's attitude, so he could only accept the money.

Even if the Jiang family is a small wealthy family, Jiang Wanwan has to say that this consumption is definitely only aimed at the small group of people in the pyramid.
Chapter completed!