Entertainment, a very advanced word, people who can use this word are basically above the middle class, with certain resources and wealth in their hands, and the essential meaning of the word entertainment is to let them have more resources and wealth in their hands.

Zhang Yifei lives so big, he didn't know what entertainment was since he was a child, when he was a killer, Zhang Yifei was rich, and he could be called a rich party, but excuse me, who would invite a killer to socialize, this is not equivalent to installing a time bomb.

Shao Ningdie sat in the office and frowned, the evening entertainment made Shao Ningdie have a little headache, what kind of person is Luo Luomei, she knows very well, this guy is okay when he is serious, if he is a hanger, then no one can guarantee what will happen.

Now Shao Ningdie only hopes that when she sees Zhang Yifei, she can make his eyes shine.

Lijiang City's central commercial plaza.

Zhang Yifei put on a casual suit, and the collar of the shirt was loosened by two buttons, sweeping away the image of the prodigal son with a scruffy beard and messy hair just now. In the blink of an eye, he became a successful person with good manners.

It's just a natural clothes rack, with a height of about one meter seven or eight, his figure looks a little thin, his cheeks are delicate, and his eyes are as deep as the sea. Although the pale beige casual suit is not as solemn as the dark suit, it is a little more casual and chic, and the slightly warm tone can neutralize the slightly dark skin tone a lot. With such a look, if you drive another convertible sports car, Sister Pao will definitely look first-class.

"Wow!" The ladies shopping in the mall, as well as the female saleswoman, almost all of them felt that their eyes lit up, and their eyes were rolling around on Zhang Yifei, and they were reluctant to move away.

Han Xinyi didn't expect that Zhang Yifei was still such a handsome and handsome guy, it was really difficult to associate him with the previous ruffian-smelling Zhang Yifei.

With such a person by his side, Bei'er has face.

"Miss, your boyfriend is really handsome. A shopping guide next to him praised sincerely.

After Han Xinyi heard the words of the shopping guide, her face instantly became hot.

"It's just that he has a girlfriend?" Han Xinyi thought crankily.

"Phew!" Han Xinyi was startled by her thoughts, and hurriedly woke up and said, "Thank you, it's just this suit." ”

Zhang Yifei looked at the look on his body and really couldn't understand, why did he have to dress up like a successful person, but this was the company's order, Zhang Yifei had to obey, and he didn't spend his own money anyway.

Walking out of the mall, Han Xinyi pulled Luo Luomei to a high-end image design center: "Go!

Han Xinyi sat on the side and looked at Zhang Yifei, not to mention that although Zhang Yifei is not a handsome guy at first glance, he is definitely a handsome guy who looks more and more attractive.

Zhang Yifei didn't pay attention to Han Xinyi, who was in a daze, he pulled a clerk of an image store by himself, hooked his shoulders and smiled: "Brother, discuss something......"

"What do you need, sir?"

"You know how to do hair, right?"

The clerk smiled: "Of course, we have professional hair stylists, no matter what hairstyle you want, our hairstylists can make it perfectly." ”

"Okay, you get me a hairstylist, I'm going to make a Japanese hairstyle. ”

The clerk looked up at Zhang Yifei's messy hair, and said in a deep voice: "Sir, your head shape is not suitable for Japanese ......."

Zhang Yifei looked around a little embarrassed, then straightened his waist, pointed at his second brother and said shyly: "...... I want to make a Japanese-style hairstyle for my second brother, don't you know, the last time I took a bath, I always felt that the following was too messy and too unimaged, so I took scissors and repaired it myself, but I didn't expect it, I might as well not repair it, now it's even more messy, you help me find a hairstylist to repair it again, so that the second brother becomes a little more handsome, a little more spiritual, and a little more connotative, so that when we are with women in the future, aren't we more confident?"

The clerk's face turned green: "............"

"No, then you can give him the whole bald head, it's a big deal, let's start all over again. ”

"Hey, speak, what's your attitude?"

Clerk: "............"

Han Xinyi, who had already come back to her senses, stroked her forehead, sighed helplessly, and walked to Zhang Yifei's side with a flushed face and said, "You give your aunt and grandmother a little rest." ”

"Mr. Han, you misunderstood, I just wanted to start from scratch and feel the good times of my childhood, but this guy didn't care about me. Zhang Yifei pointed at the clerk angrily and said.

"You bastard, sit down for the old lady. "Han Xinyi really couldn't stand it.

A gangster is always a gangster, and no matter how good you dress him, you can't hide his peerless demeanor.

called a senior designer and asked him to give Zhang Yifei a good hairstyle.

The designer was very professional, and he held his chin and studied for a while before picking up the scissors and starting to cut Zhang Yifei's hair.

Strands of black hair slowly fell off his shoulders, Zhang Yifei looked at his hair in the mirror and cut less and less, but his face became more and more ugly, and after a while, his eyes were filled with tears, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his expression looked very sad.

Han Xinyi was very puzzled when she saw Zhang Yifei's expression, and couldn't help but wonder: "You are not a child, why are you crying when you cut your hair?"

Zhang Yifei pursed his mouth, the expression on his face became even more sad, and his eyes were red and he said, "Mr. Han, can you ask the staff in the store to change the song?"

"Why do you want to change songs?"

"Why don't you sit and try it, while listening to the Buddhist scriptures, while watching the black hair on your head slowly decrease, it feels like shaving in the temple, Mr. Han, you don't want me to become a monk, right?"

A black line suddenly rose on Han Xinyi's face, what was in the mind of the person in front of her?

can even associate everything together, and he doesn't look in the mirror, it's strange that people like him are willing to ask for it.

Looking at Zhang Yifei's sad expression, thinking of what Zhang Yifei just said, Han Xinyi felt really like that.

"I'm sorry, just bear with it, how can there be a barbershop that doesn't play music. A treacherous smile appeared on Han Xinyi's face.