Women and men have different aesthetics, although Caijia has good taste, the clothes he chose for He Guaner are very fashionable and suitable for her, but in Mo Chunshan's eyes, it is too plain after all.

You can't always get rid of black, white and gray, and occasionally there is a hint of bright color, which is also low-key to smoke pink, fog blue or matte purple. So he thought it was good to have this suit in the wardrobe, so he brought it with him.

As Mo Chunshan expected, the fresh and bright skirt was particularly suitable for He Wan'er, making her skin as white as frost and her appearance beautiful.

He Guaner can always surprise him, he originally just wanted her to change the color of the festive, but he didn't expect that the gorgeous dress that ordinary people can hardly hold down actually gave her a kind of natural extravagance.

It seems that the title of Queen He Guaner has not been called for so many years in vain.

It's just that in front of him, this queen has not much normal time left, except for the moments when she makes two mistakes, makes stupid mistakes, and makes stubborn mistakes.

Mo Chunshan raised his hand to cover the corners of his lips that couldn't help but rise, but he still couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

He Wan'er felt his eyes blazing, his face was a little hot, and he lowered his head and reminded again: "Let's go." ”

"Okay?" Mo Chunshan raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to pull up a strand of her hair.

He Wan'er still had his burning gaze in his mind, and he almost jumped back in shock, and subconsciously shouted: "What are you doing?"

"Your hair is as wet as a QR code, do you want to catch a cold?" he said, with a hint of disgust, "Go blow dry." ”

He Wan'er was half angry by the metaphor of the QR code, and glared at Mo Chunshan angrily, but in less than half a second, he was poured into his neck by the wind in the hall, and he shivered.

She washed her hair and wiped it with a towel, which was still half dry and half wet.

Thinking about the cold that was about to kill her half of her life in the first winter, He Wan'er didn't dare to be careless, obediently returned to the room, took out the hair dryer from under the cabinet in the bathroom, and then opened a disposable comb, wanting to comb her hair first before drying it.

Mo Chunshan didn't leave, standing by the door from a distance, his eyes were on He Wan'er, and he didn't move for a moment.

The sound of the door closing knocked on his heart, recalling that a momentary negligence almost made her lose track again, and he couldn't help but be afraid for a while.

Until I saw her just now, the stone in my heart fell to the ground.

Thinking of her embarrassment just now, I couldn't help but feel a headache in my heart.

He Wan'er has a hot temper and is impulsive, what kind of mood will he repeatedly give in and look angry when he sees it?

She must have taken all the responsibility for Feng Xi's car accident on herself, and carried the weight of Feng Xi's lifelong crippled and reversed life on herself. If there was no Wu Yumeng, let her take care of her childhood sweetheart for the rest of her life, maybe she would be willing.

Thankfully, there are people who are willing to take it on their behalf, but there is another piece of news that I don't know if it's good or bad - perhaps, the authenticity of the word "bamboo horse" that he didn't pay attention to before has been put in question.

Mo Chunshan squinted slightly, silently combing through what he had seen and heard today in his mind, and still couldn't come up with an answer of yes or no.

At this time, He Wan'er combed his hair extremely painfully.

The shampoo in the hotel is naturally of inferior quality, without conditioner, and she has been rinsing under hot water for too long, and her hair is very knotted.

She wrestled with her hair, and before she could comb it, she heard a click - the comb broke.

Before she could complain about this touching quality, she had already heard someone behind her laugh.

"You shouldn't use a comb, you should use a bristle brush. ”

He Wan'er turned his head angrily and shouted to Mo Chunshan: "You shouldn't use nail clippers, you should use hoof picks!"

Mo Chunshan squinted, and a hint of a smile in his voice disappeared: "How do you know about the hoof?"

She was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Mo Chunshan looked at her deeply a few times and replied, "It's nothing." ”

Then, he stopped talking.

He Wan'er turned his head inexplicably, flipped through the table and found that he couldn't find the comb.

There was Mo Chunshan watching the joke behind her, and the two words of the hoof sign he mentioned extra made her panic for no reason.

Isn't the hoof pick just a tool used to clean up the clutter in the horse's shoes? Does she know it's weird? But when she thinks about it, it does seem strange again.

I remember that I rarely rode a horse at all, and I didn't pay special attention to horses as an animal, so where did I learn the name of this tool?

He Wan'er frowned and thought about it, thinking that the biggest possibility was that he heard about it from Guiwang, but he still couldn't remember any relevant memories.

Her emotions became more and more disturbed, and the three thousand troubles became more and more messy, and several dry hair ends were entangled, which was difficult to distinguish.

Mo Chunshan looked at it for a while, shook his head and walked behind her, and said, "Stupid big man, you can be so stupid even if you blow your hair?"

Silly big ???

He Wan'er was dumbfounded, and just wanted to refute this extremely ugly nickname, but Mo Chunshan couldn't help but take the blow from his hand and said, "I'll help you." ”

The voice is clean and the expression is unmistakable.

He Wan'er was stunned, and before he could react, he already felt his fingers fall on the ends of her hair, and the sound of a hair dryer buzzing followed.

Mo Chunshan stood behind her, holding a hair dryer in one hand and smoothing her hair with the other instead of a comb, with light and meticulous movements.

It is also strange to say, the hair that was cut and unfinished in He Wan'er's hand before was unexpectedly obedient, as if he was obedient a lot, with his gentle movements, strands of entangled messy hair gradually spread out, and hung down softly along his shoulders, and after a few minutes, only the last tightly wrapped hair was difficult to untie, and it seemed that the ends of the hair had been tied into a dead knot.

He Wan'er was a little afraid to look at his focused expression in the mirror, and his cheeks were slightly red and a little awkward: "Okay, it's okay." ”

Mo Chunshan turned a deaf ear and found that he couldn't handle it with one hand, so he turned off the blowing wind and bent down, seriously dealing with the knotted strand of hair.

His careful breath sprayed through the gap in his hair on the back of her neck, and the warm breath was distinct, tickling the skin on the back of her neck.

Her heartbeat gradually accelerated, and she twisted her body uncomfortably: "It's really not okay to cut it." ”

"Don't move. Mo Chunshan's steady voice came from behind her, and in the next second, she felt her scalp tugging slightly, and then heard him ask, "Untie it, does it hurt?"

He Wan'er hurriedly shook his head, and his voice was like a gnat: "I don't feel it." ”

This remark was like a pun, and Mo Chunshan pursed his lips and smiled, and couldn't help but ridicule: "Should you say that you don't have the right words, or do you deceive yourself?"

Then watching her little earlobes dyed with the color of smoke, a soft corner of her heart quickly collapsed.