And it's also a vase with the aura of a 'loser'!

As soon as he heard that Murong finally brought the topic to the price, Zhang Xiaoxuan immediately smiled contemptuously at Murong, "What, are you still afraid that I, Zhang Xiaoxuan, can't afford to pay this account?" Ha, what a joke, there are still people in City A who dare to question their Zhang family's financial resources. It seems that this person named Murong is really shallow.

"Oh, I don't know what the price Miss Zhang can give me. "Hasn't this ignorant woman heard of her deeds? Hmm, if she really hasn't heard of it, then should she personally remind this Miss Zhang named Zhang Xiaoxuan?

"As long as you can afford the price, then I, Zhang Xiaoxuan, can afford to pay that money. ”

"Oh, yes? Miss Zhang is really courageous, since this is the case, then I will take Miss Zhang's cass. ”

"Hmph, you know the goods. Seeing that Murong finally relented and refused to fight with her any longer, Zhang Xiaoxuan finally showed her joy to the people in the room with a victorious attitude.

For Zhang Xiaoxuan's such a childish move, Murong just shook his head indifferently, "I don't know what kind of hairstyle Miss Zhang wants me to help design?"

"Of course, the best ones can be worthy of me. ”

In other words, how to get her as top as possible.

After listening to Zhang Xiaoxuan's request, which was not a request, Murong really had nothing to say, and the remaining few employees in the room looked at the ceiling speechlessly.

Seeing that Murong was about to start dressing Zhang Xiaoxuan, Zhai Mo on the side suddenly stood up and walked to Murong's side, held her arm, and held the injured left hand high in front of Murong's eyes, so that the white gauze was completely exposed in front of Murong's eyes, "Woman, are you sure you can comb her hair like this?" Don't think that he didn't see how hard she was working when she was putting on makeup for this Zhang Xiaoxuan, and now she actually didn't want to comb the hair of this unreasonable woman, so, is she crazy? For this little money, for the sake of the injuries of her employees, so she has to take matters into her own hands regardless of her body?

Looking at Zhai Mo who suddenly appeared, Murong was first surprised, and then angry, Nima, why is this man here? And damn it, she didn't notice it before.

"Let go!" Murong tried to pull his left hand away from Zhai Mo's hand, but after a few pushes, there was still no sign of letting go, he stepped forward and let his body get closer to Zhai Mo, and looked directly at Zhai Mo's inexplicable pupils with unconvinced eyes, and in the next second, the words of questioning were transmitted to Zhai Mo's ears with a stream of heat, "What do you want?" Is he tired from the hospital here, or how idle is he to waste time in the United States.

"What do you say?"

Murong blinked blankly, what did she say, what was she going to say?

"When you were in the hospital, you said you were going to be discharged, OK, I agreed (although the reluctant elements in this are the majority), come to your clubhouse, you help this young lady put on makeup, OK, I didn't stop it, but now you have to comb her hair regardless of your physical condition, about this, are you too confident?"

…… Turns out he said this. "I've always been confident in the beauty salon. "Except for this surprise today.