Zuo Mengeng walked out of the room and went to Miss Xu's place. Before he entered, he heard the girl chattering endlessly.

"Nong Xiaozhifa, I only wear Suzhou embroidery clothes. What's the matter? How can I wear a cotton jacket?"

I don’t know how long she had been nagging, and since she didn’t quite understand her, the man was so depressed that he couldn’t even lift his head.

Zuo Mengeng waved his hand, and the man ran very fast as if he had been granted amnesty.

Miss Xu was furious and approached him.

"Zuo Mengeng, can't you buy some better clothes? Look, how do you wear this?"

Miss Xu had just taken a bath, and her long, wet hair was spread out, covering half of her bare face. The fragrance of her virginity, coupled with her tall and exquisite figure, was constantly intruding on Zuo Mengeng's sense of sight and smell.

He had no choice but to turn half sideways and silently recite the Pure Heart Universal Good Mantra in his heart.

"What's wrong with these clothes? Look at Huang Er, he doesn't even have shoes. Have you forgotten those rioters? We just have to escape the disaster, so why not eat minced meat?"

These words were a bit serious, which made Miss Xu's heart tremble. She took a peek and realized that Zuo Mengeng seemed to be really angry.

"I...I'm just not used to it for the moment. Okay, I'll just wear it."

With frowning footsteps, the beautiful woman drifted into the inner room. After a while, she came out, and the room was full of elegance, as if pear blossoms were in full bloom.

It was obvious that it was the first time for Miss Xu to wear such cheap and plain clothes, and she was very uncomfortable. She opened her arms and turned around, then looked at Zuo Mengeng inquiringly.

Whether a woman is beautiful or not depends on a man's approval.

Seeing that she was subdued, Zuo Mengeng no longer looked cold as frost.

He gave a thumbs up and said: "You are naturally beautiful, but your fancy clothes and makeup are a burden. Today's sober elegance reminds me of Mr. Lianxi's talk about loving the lotus."

How pitiful God is, "Ai Lian Shuo" praises the noble character of a gentleman.

Zuo Menggeng used this word to describe Miss Xu, which immediately made the beauty's heart burst with joy, and the whole room was filled with joy.

"Nonsense."

This scolding was so outrageous that Miss Xu herself was a little surprised.

Afraid that Zuo Mengeng would notice something strange, she hurriedly ran to dress up.

But after sitting down, her hair was tied up several times but still not in place, so Miss Xu gradually became silent. After a while, her face was filled with tears and she broke down in sobs.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Zuo Mengeng thought he had offended this young lady somewhere, and couldn't help but become nervous.

Miss Xu shook her head silently, but she didn't blame him.

"Zhiliu has grown up with me since I was a child. This time she went to the capital with me, but she didn't want to be separated forever. The peony bun she wore was the most beautiful, and all the women in Songjiang Mansion were envious of it. Now that she is gone, there is no one else

Comb my hair."

Only then did Zuo Mengeng realize that Miss Xu missed the maid who was not among the chaos.

In ancient times, women did not go out or step outside the door, and had little social interaction. The only person who always accompanied them was their maids.

Therefore, many ladies have a very good relationship with their maids, and they share the same affection as sisters. Many maids even become concubines after the ladies get married, helping their own ladies to be favored.

Zuo Mengeng was unable to do such things.

"I am sorry for your loss."

Miss Xu didn't respond, she grabbed the comb and couldn't move.

Zuo Mengeng originally thought that she had not gotten over her heartache, but it took a long time to realize that something seemed wrong.

"The food should be ready. Hurry up. We are full and have to go on the road."

Miss Xu suddenly raised her head and glanced at him suddenly, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment.

"I...I don't know how to do my hair."

"Well……"

Zuo Mengeng never expected that it turned out to be this.

But think about it, Miss Xu was born into a wealthy family, so she must have been able to stretch out her hands when wearing clothes and open her mouth when eating. Things like combing hair have been attended to by maids since childhood, so how could she do it herself?

But what to do now?

There was no way Zuo Mengeng could turn into a maid for her.

"Otherwise, just tie it up casually."

Miss Xu had no choice but to try.

However, Zuo Mengeng thought too well of her that this rich young lady could not even do the most basic thing of combing her hair.

Watching her combing her hair more and more messily, Zuo Mengeng couldn't stand it anymore.

"Forget it, let me help you."

He walked behind Miss Xu, took the comb, and brushed the three thousand black hair like a waterfall with his big hand.

Miss Xu froze.

The feeling of the man's broad and thick hands stroking her hair was so real that it instantly aroused countless electric currents, making her heart almost beat out.

In the education he received from childhood, men only seek fame and serve as emperors, and should not let their love for children last forever.

There are many fathers and brothers in the family who are getting married, but I have never seen any of them dress up their wives.

Looking at the stalwart man behind her through the bronze mirror, she felt a tenderness she had never experienced before. For some reason, a boudoir poem she had learned suddenly flashed through Miss Xu's heart.

My eyebrows look forward to the warmth of the gauze lamp,

The clothes are swaying at the ink-scented waterfall.

Holding the comb in hand, I have been deeply passionate,
Chapter completed!