Han Ting was so stubborn that he put his hand back on the top of Wallen's head, this time not to make trouble, but to fix Warlene's hair.

He took off the rubber band of Wallen's ponytail, and carefully smoothed Warlene's hair with his nimble five fingers, and did not help Wallen tie up her hair, leaving Wallen's hair loose: "It's time to sleep, let your scalp rest in advance, and you will sleep better." ”

Warleen joked: "I remember the first time you straightened my hair, you were very skillful, did you often fix your girlfriend's hair before, did you get used to it?"

Warren felt that Han Ting was tall and handsome, full of talent, and he would definitely not have fallen in love at this age.

Han Ting smiled: "Do you want to hear the truth, or do you want to hear a lie?"

"Of course, I want to hear the truth. Wallen turned off her computer and tidied up her desktop.

"The truth is, I haven't groomed my girlfriend's hair before, and the truth is, I really haven't groomed my girlfriend's hair before. Han Ting's words sounded so loud that he almost raised his hand and swore an oath.

He was once young, proud, conceited, disdainful of serving his girlfriend, accepting more than giving.

After experiencing many emotional setbacks, he is indifferent, paranoid, inconsistent, and difficult to pay for his true feelings.

After meeting Warlene, he opened his heart again and was willing to do everything for Wallen.

"So, your ability to fix a girl's hair is innate?"

She remembered when she was a child, her father tied her hair: "When I was young, my dad worked outside, and only stayed at home on Sunday for one day, sometimes my mother was too busy, so she sent me to my dad's unit and asked my dad to take care of me temporarily, my dad doted on me, but when I stayed with my dad, there were times when I couldn't stand it, do you know when?"

Han Ting didn't think about it, and opened his mouth to come: "Shouldn't it be when your father tied your hair?"

Warlene nodded: "That's right, although I didn't look good when I was a child, but in the eyes of my mother, my daughter is always the most beautiful, my mother changes my hair every day, for fear of messing up my hair, my mother doesn't allow others to touch my hair, including my dad and my brother, so every time my dad ties my hair, it's very nervous, and it's tight, and my scalp hurts." ”

Han Tingle: "Haha, you can imagine that scene." ”

"So here's the problem," Warleen abruptly changed the subject, "how did you learn to fix a girl's hair?"

"This," Han Ting hesitated a little, "I still don't want to say it, I'm afraid you'll be upset." ”

"Why do I have a diaphragm in my heart?" Warlene frowned, "Half of the words are left in half, aren't you afraid that my heart will be more responsive?"

"Well, I'll tell you, then. Han Ting's expression returned to calm, "You know, before neurosurgery, the patient's hair is shaved off, and some female patients will be very reluctant to give up their beautiful hair before shaving their head. ”

Han Ting said this, sorted out his emotions, and continued: "They will beg their families or medical staff to take a photo of them, and because of the risk of surgery and their own cause, this commemorative photo is likely to be the last photo they left in the world, so every time a patient begs, I will weave various hairstyles for them according to their requirements." ”

"So, over time, you've developed this craft of braiding hair?" said Wallen for Han Ting.

"Yes, because it is a craft that has been practiced on the patient's head, I am afraid that you will be afraid of it, after all, you are not a medical student, and you may be taboo. Han Ting spoke, carefully looking into Vorin's eyes.

"Poof-" Warlene was amused by Han Ting's cautious eyes, "If I really have so many taboos, I guess I won't be able to live so much, I am sick when I am a child, what else is there to taboo, my mother said, there are no taboos, and you will live a long life!"

"Your mother is so open-minded!" Han Ting gave a thumbs up to Volin.

Wallen pulled the topic back: "Do all the neurosurgeons replace the female patients with their hair, or are you the only one?"

What can my mother do if she is not enlightened, when she was young, her family had tried all kinds of methods, and she still got sick from time to time, and if she still had all kinds of taboos, I was afraid that she would have died a long time ago.