For some reasons, this book will be renamed "Rich Workers", please pay attention to the friends who collect and read, thank you!

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'Click', 'click' sound is endless, small hair clips and braided flowers hovering up and down, and falling black hair wisps fluttering.

The female hairstylist has always felt that she has always done hairstyling, but the materialism of S City soon made her realize that her idea was simply childish and ridiculous, just like a child once said ambitiously, I want to fly a space shuttle when I grow up, but when I grow up, I have to ride a beat-up bicycle 9 to 5.

The ideal is the ideal, the reality is the reality, if you persistently hold the ideal, do not know how to change, one day you will hit your head and break the blood!

The man who came here, the haircut is not the goal, just like the old man who drank in the drunken man's pavilion, drinking is not the goal, and dissipating depression is the main topic.

But she found out that Ye Feng was really here to get a haircut, he sat on a comfortable chair, and he had a nail on his buttocks, except for the necessary lowering of his head to cooperate with her hair clippers, in the face of his hot body, not only did he not rub oil, but he didn't even say a word!

The female hairstylist finally found the feeling of facing the ideal, her careful and swift light dancing hair clips, with Zhang Xu's wild grass splashing ink, mixed with the agility of Gongsun Auntie dancing with the wind, she is facing an excellent jade, she is confident, let this jade bloom with the most gorgeous light.

When designing the image of a hairstylist, it is usually based on your pocket and consumption standards to decide how to make your head, but today it will take more than an hour to cut it alone.

Other hairstylists are all busy, in order to take on one more job as soon as possible to end the one in hand and earn more, but she doesn't have this idea today, she just thinks that her cutting Ye Feng's hair is already a kind of income.

Although Ye Feng was indifferent on the surface, he was worried about the silver in his pocket, and finally waited for the female hairstylist to wave the scissors chicly, and the hair scissors were as accurate as a sleeve arrow, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"How much?" Ye Feng had already reached his pocket with one hand, only hoping that the other party would not slaughter too hard.

"Let's go wash first. The female hairstylist waved her hand, and a little girl was already pulling him to wash his hair with a smile on her face, Ye Feng didn't know that there was so much exquisiteness, and there seemed to be a kind of familiarity in the strange.

After shampooing, the female hairstylist returned to her skillful hands, and it was an understatement, or a toss with heavy makeup, and when Ye Feng silently read the eulogy for the silver that died in his pocket, he heard a crisp sound, like the sound of a bell chime.

Looking up, I saw the female hairstylist looking at him with admiration, as if he had a flower on his head, and the sound just now was just her slapping her palm.

Although no one was around, most of the eyes in the salon were already watching, and there was surprise, envy, jealousy, and even admiration.

A rich woman wearing a gold ring full of hands, eager to have a few more fingers and wear a few more, her head was full of white foam, and there was a little foam on her mouth but she didn't realize it, she was enjoying a handsome guy's massage, closed her eyes and recuperated, when she saw Ye Feng standing up, her eyes couldn't help but light up, and she almost wanted to ask, young man, how much is the monthly subscription?

In the past, it was my sister who loved money and didn't like to be pretty, but now women can finally hold up half the sky, and many characters must learn the style of men, and the means of finding flowers and asking willows are even more clever than men.

"How much?" Ye Feng was a little apprehensive.

"Don't want money. The female hairstylist replied very simply.

Ye Feng hadn't fallen yet, a male hairstylist trembled and almost cut off the guest's ears, Ye Feng was a little strange, and laughed for a while, "Are you kidding?"

"That's right, sir," said the female hairstylist, who looked inscrutable with her thick eyeshadow, "can we just take a picture of it, and then allow us to zoom in and post it on the door for an advertisement, and this cut will be considered a reward?"

"Is this okay?" Ye Feng looked at the guy in the mirror, full of vitality and standing there straight, but his eyes were blank, he suddenly had a strange feeling, I don't know why, he didn't like this shape!

It can even be said that there is a kind of hatred in the heart!

"Of course you can, I'm just afraid you don't agree. The female hairstylist saw Ye Feng nodding, grabbed his hand, and ran out as if no one was around, the rich woman who hated clenched her teeth and scolded secretly, vixen!

The female hairstylist took Ye Feng to the wedding photo studio next door, and whispered a few words like the photographer, the photographer looked up at Ye Feng, and actually praised it, what a handsome guy.

Ye Feng blushed a little, like a neuropathy who was used to others saying that he was abnormal, and suddenly there was a person who said that he was not sick, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

It's just that what I didn't expect was that the female hairstylist insisted on taking a photo with him, Ye Feng couldn't shirk it, but fortunately, there was no old man's way in his heart, taking a picture was like losing his soul once, and when he finished posing, he finished taking the photo, looked at his watch, and screamed badly.

Ignore the female hairstylist's unintentional greetings and inquiries, ask him what his name is, where he lives, whether he has a girlfriend, and if he has a girlfriend, do you mind if she is an alternate girlfriend?

Ye Feng finally got rid of this chewing gum, and sighed a little in his heart, saying that if handsome is also a mistake, then many people are willing to make mistakes again and again, but he really can't be wrong anymore, Xu Shuting is estimated to have become a wangfu stone on his side.

In fact, to be more precise, it should be looking at her boyfriend Shi, Ye Feng ran away in a cranky way, stretched out his hand to stop a taxi, and when he came to the downstairs of the company, it was already more than half an hour later than the agreed time.

Ye Feng then remembered that he didn't seem to have bought anything except clothes, and when he saw Xu Shuting's face was still normal, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a little like a mountain rain was about to come and the wind was full of buildings, and he was like a lonely boat in the sea, and he was very worried that he would suddenly shoot a wave and beat him to death.

"Mr. Xu, I, the order of the Immortal Pavilion is a little troublesome," Ye Feng was empty-handed, a little weak-hearted, and only then did he remember that he had calculated everything, why didn't he calculate to buy a riot helmet?

"Ye Feng, don't talk about work today."

For Ye Feng's tardiness, Xu Shuting had already prepared, if it weren't for the big one in the stalk and the general in the short man, she would rather choose another one to fill the number, but in her life circle, except for those bosses in the business field, who shouted at the five and six people, there was only a group of subordinates, Shenyang looked better than Ye Feng, but she didn't want to give him that kind of misunderstanding.

In the late autumn of S City, sometimes the night came early, and in the slightly dim night, Xu Shuting only noticed that Ye Feng's hands were empty and his clothes were bright!

Now Xu Shuting has given Ye Feng a hypocritical definition, and has an additional definition, selfishness, absolute selfishness.

"Mr. Xu, you see that I was so busy that I forgot to buy things for the old man." Ye Feng sincerely confessed, "Why don't we think about it when we pass by a store?"

"No need, I've already bought it." Xu Shuting unexpectedly took out some supplements common to the elderly from behind her, and reached out and handed them to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng took it curtly, "Mr. Xu, you are so beautiful, you really don't have a boyfriend......?"

"Ye Feng, what about the order in the Immortal Pavilion?" Xu Shuting reluctantly changed the topic, "Let's talk about work."

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