Shi Dingfeng didn't talk nonsense with her, put aside the two sets of clothes he had prepared, pulled Hong Ningxiang to sit down, and put a razor in her hand, "Shave first! Don't let your master wait for a long time!"

Hong Ningxiang thought that today was the day of marriage, and the master definitely hoped that he and the ninth master would clean up decently, and he couldn't live up to the master's wishes, even if he didn't want to serve this bastard anymore, he couldn't help himself.

"But I don't know how to shave! I haven't shaved either!" Hong Ningxiang held the razor, a little stunned in his heart. Isn't this bastard afraid that her hand will shake and poke him in the chin?

"I'll teach you!" Shi Dingfeng put the bronze mirror on the table, then put her on his lap, grabbed her small hand with his big hand, and pressed it to his own chin.

Under his guidance, Hong Ningxiang began to shave him, and his fingers touched the circle of stubble, which was hard and a little prickly.

She subconsciously dodged it, and the razor stabbed him in the chin.

Shi Dingfeng didn't say anything, but she inexplicably took a breath, as if it hurt more than him.

"Clumsy! I wasn't very good at it before!" Shi Dingfeng frowned, fortunately he only scratched the skin, if he poked it in the throat, did this woman want to murder her husband.

"I said I wouldn't. It was before, and now is now. I don't remember how I used to serve you. Hong Ningxiang held the razor, a little at a loss, where to start shaving?

Hearing her last sentence, Shi Dingfeng's heart ached, and his deep eyes stared at her, "No one taught you this kind of thing before." You're doing a great job too. I believe you, no problem. ”

Didn't this bastard mention that he would die before?

Hong Ningxiang just wanted to finish his work quickly and stop talking. Fortunately, it's all stubble, and with spiritual power, it will be scraped quickly.

One glance at his chin, well, clean.

The more this man looks at it, the more handsome he becomes, and he deserves to be his son's father.

She just wanted to use the dust purifier to clean the stubble on his body. Shi Dingfeng brought a handkerchief, "Wipe it with this!"

“……”

Hong Ningxiang wiped him with a reluctant face, "Why do you have to grow a beard? What a hassle. ”

"No hassle. Shi Dingfeng handed her the comb, "Shave, comb your hair, and get dressed." Wait for me to wash up. It's all the duty of being a personal maid. If you forget, I can teach you. What I have is time. ”

Hong Ningxiang shook off his hand: "I'm about to get married, I'm no longer a maid, I'm no longer a concubine, I'll be a quasi-lady in the future." Can't you be nicer to me?!"

"Comb my hair!" Shi Dingfeng stuffed the comb into her hand and snorted coldly, "Mrs. Prospective is still a long way from the real lady." You'd better learn it first. How to serve your husband. So that when I get married in the future, I won't know how to take care of me. It's scrambling, and it's a joke. ”

Hong Ningxiang's fist clenched and loosened.

A smile tugged at the corner of Shi Dingfeng's mouth, "Okay, hurry up and comb your husband's hair!"

Hong Ningxiang gritted his teeth and picked up the comb and untied the jade belt that bound his hair.

I don't know what kind of maintenance this man used, the hair was dense, thick and long, and it hung down to his waist.

Fortunately, it is soft and smooth, and the fingers run through the hair, which is cool and warm.

She kept her head down and combed his hair seriously.

In her previous life, did she comb his hair like this every morning?

Although she doesn't want to love this bastard anymore, but he is Shi Ming's father, the child is hers, and the child's father is naturally hers, so shouldn't these hairs also be hers?

Well, for Shi Ming's sake, she will comb him a handsome bun!

Shi Dingfeng stared at the bronze mirror, and there was a throbbing pain in his heart.

At this moment, she looks and behaves exactly the same as her in the house back then, and she is still so serious and cautious.

How nice it would be if she regained her memory at this moment?

He would tell her that every morning when she came to serve him was his happiest.

Hong Ningxiang wanted to tie his hair with a jade belt as he liked, but Shi Dingfeng pointed to the white jade crown on the table, "Use this to pull your hair." ”

Seeing that he regarded this marriage ceremony as so important, Hong Ningxiang had to cheer up no matter how resistant he was, and according to his wishes, he gave him a formal bun.

Shi Dingfeng looked at the hairstyle in the bronze mirror, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, this girl was born to comb her hair.

He gestured to the folded clothes on the table, "Now change your clothes." ”

It is a dark purple brocade robe with a sapphire ink-patterned belt.

After changing his clothes, Hong Ningxiang's two arms were so sore that he couldn't do it, and he blamed this man for being tall and big, and it took a lot of effort to tie a belt, so it was really troublesome to wear.

It's been half an hour, and I have to wash up, comb my hair, and change my clothes.

Hong Ningxiang brought water, brought a handkerchief, and after serving the uncle to wash his hands and face, he pushed him outside, "Go out, I'm going to get dressed." ”

Shi Dingfeng pressed her on the chair, "Sit!"

Hong Ningxiang didn't understand what he was going to do at first, but when he saw him pick up the comb, his eyes widened suddenly.

Shi Dingfeng stood behind her, unwrapped the jade belt that bound her hair, picked up the comb and combed it for her seriously.

Hong Ningxiang stared at his actions and felt a little dazzled.

Is this person really Shi Dingfeng?

Does he know what he's doing?

"What are you laughing at?!" Shi Dingfeng stared at the bronze mirror.

Hong Ningxiang regarded him as a rare animal, and couldn't help laughing, "Ninth Master, today is the day of marriage, Master said, you want me to dress up better." Hairstyles are important, don't let me down. ”

She wanted to see what he was going to do for her.

I thought he was a big man, where would he comb his complicated hair.

To her surprise, Shi Dingfeng gave her a Lingyun bun, and at the end, he took out a six-sided jade lily and shook it and inserted it into the cloud sideburns.

Watching his fingers deftly weave between her hair, Hong Ningxiang was dumbfounded.

"How?" Shi Dingfeng held the bronze mirror in front of her, "Isn't it much better looking than your usual monopoly?"

"The step is so heavy, not light at all. Hong Ningxiang deliberately held his head, but he didn't praise him.

"I comb your hair, how dare you dislike it?!" life is impatient!

"If you have the ability, you comb it for me every day!" Hong Ningxiang blurted out, why did she always serve him!

Shi Dingfeng said in her ear, "When you are willing to give yourself to me, I will not only comb your hair every day, but I will also let you taste the taste of true happiness." ”

"Shameless—"

Shi Dingfeng lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely.

If it weren't for the fact that she was going to eat the marriage banquet, Hong Ningxiang felt that this man would be able to swallow her into his stomach.

After tossing for half an hour, Hong Ningxiang used the excuse of going to Shi Ming and Chong Liuli, and finally escaped from the clutches of this bastard. (To be continued......)