"Han Yao, your aunt doesn't mean to shirk responsibility, you see that this place is not very close to the funeral home, and your aunt has also thought about what you should do to cremate your grandmother's body first, and then go home, and there will be no less. ”

"Look......" Yang Guozhong's mouth 'Isn't that very good' before he could say it, but he was interrupted by Han Yao's sneer,

"Uncle means that he will be cremated first, and then send his grandmother on the last ride, do you think this is interesting?"

"In front of a pile of ashes, do you miss her again? Uncle, don't you think it's ridiculous to say this in your heart?

Sighing, Han Yao didn't want to talk to Yang Guozhong's family,

"Forget it, don't interfere, I'll come alone, let's go, anyway, grandma has nothing to do with you. ”

Turning around, looking at Fu Shaoli, who had been holding him, Han Yao pulled his clothes, Fu Shaoli bowed his head,

"You say. ”

"I'll go out with Mu Mu, you can help me take a look here. ”

Han Yao said, his gaze stayed on the faces of the family opposite, and his guard was undisguised,

Fu Shaoli naturally understood her thoughts, and nodded down,

"Wang Ling and I are watching here, you go and come back quickly. ”

Han Yao hurriedly took Chai Kemu away, Chai Kemu had a car and drove her to a more famous styling shop.

The car stopped at the door, this is the most famous styling shop in the south city, many successful people, celebrities, celebrities and rich people almost come here,

Business is naturally good.

As soon as I entered the door, there were super high-quality staff who came to entertain me.

"Miss Chai, do you need help?"

Chai Kemu is also a frequent visitor here, and he is also familiar with his face.

Stretched out his hand and pointed at Han Yao next to him,

"Just meet her needs. ”

"Okay, may I ask this ...... What does Miss need?"

Han Yao's short hair, and now he looks like this, so that the staff almost don't know what to call it, but her good quality makes her calm quickly,

Politely spoke towards Han Yao,

"Give me a wig. ”

"Wait a minute, please rest for a while. ”

took Han Yao and Chai Kemu to sit down in the rest area on the side, and the staff turned around and left.

After a while, the staff directly took a few wigs that were in line with the modern trend, and the corners of Han Yao's eyes twitched,

"That's not for me, please take a wig that a seventy-something old lady can use, the black one. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm going to help you change. ”

Mistakenly thinking that Han Yao needed a wig, the staff hurriedly helped her get a new one.

Chai Kemu held Han Yao's hand, which was still cold on such a hot day, and looked at her with distress in her eyes,

"Yaoyao. ”

They didn't think of buying a wig for the old man, but she was so sad, but she still thought of it, and her intentions can be imagined.

The staff appeared again, and the formal wig on his hand was black and age-appropriate.

into her hands,

"You look at it and you're not satisfied. ”

Han Yao took a closer look and touched the wig that was almost the same as real hair, Han Yao nodded,

"Thanks, that's it. ”

"Yes, Miss. Before the staff could take Han Yao towards the cashier's place, Chai Kemu interrupted directly.

"It's directly on my account. ”