In the simple and tidy lounge, An Guyue's body sank deep into the sofa, and her forehead still ached. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

designed a new hairstyle for Su Yiyao in one go, and his hands didn't tremble for half a minute during the whole process, but the moment he put down the scissors, he felt an indescribable tiredness.

That's how I became, I became An Guyue......

The college student who was obsessed with art, the teenager who silently hid his love in his heart and didn't dare to confess, the troublemaker who had no parents but had a bunch of bad friends, from the moment he picked up Su Yiyao's green silk with both hands, it was completely wiped out......

He didn't even struggle for a moment, because the pressing reality ensued, and he had to face a new life.

I once thought that the person who crossed should at least scold a few words at the sky, or choke in pain. But as for himself, sitting on the sofa, no one doubts his identity, no one suspects that he is being substituted, he just sits in a daze, and he can't cry.

An Guyue, or the skilled and proud young barber, as for what bullshit Anchen?

Death is death, and no one attends his funeral......

An Guyue's eyes were finally moist. He thought of Radio, the wild and perverse "bad student", the extremely smart painting genius who didn't score more than 70 points in all his homework but just didn't fail the course, is he now frantically lifting the pen to depict Anchen in his impression?

He thought of the curly hair, the man who spends twelve hours a day fixing his hair, another twelve hours of stinky beauty, the school grass who dreams of becoming the world's top stylist, is now holding his posthumous photo and spraying thousands of men's perfume on it?

He thought of the old shadow, this girl as beautiful as the moon, this girl who sang "Always Quiet" to herself on the eve of graduation, and now, can she still cry and laugh?

An Guyue spread her hands weakly, how would she face them in the future? They are not dead, they are still in this new world, but they are still them, but they are no longer Anchen.

There was a soft sound at the door, and a rich and intoxicating fragrant wind came to her nose, and An Guyue couldn't help but open her eyes.

It's Song Ningqian.

Song Ningqian had been busy entertaining customers in the hall, but in a blink of an eye, An Guyue was gone, she couldn't help but walk to the lounge in confusion, and sure enough, she found the man who was slumped on the sofa.

"Guyue, are you really sick, if you feel well, go back and rest first."

Song Ningqian's eyes are bright and clear, but they are so complicated that it is difficult to distinguish the true feelings from the fake.

In An Guyue's memory, Song Ningqian is considerate and affinity. But when someone affects her position as the assistant manager, she will become the most ruthless woman, and will use all means to push the provocateur into the abyss from which she will never recover.

Everyone except An Guyue likes Song Ningqian very much, because she not only cares for her subordinates, but also is full of charm, and the man who pursues her can stand around the barbershop of hundreds of square meters.

However, the only thing that can really make her put down her body and smile is the big fat man who drives a Mercedes-Benz car, or the rich boy who drives a Porsche.

An Guyue sat up and touched the corners of her eyes quietly, not wanting Song Ningqian to notice her gaffe. He said softly: "Thank you Sister Ning Qian for your concern, I really don't have anything to do, it's just that I've been a little tired lately, just rest for a while." What's the matter, are there any new customers coming? ”

Song Ningqian frowned suspiciously, but finally did not continue to ask. The corners of her mouth curled up in a seductive arc, and her flaming red lips were full of breathtaking style: "There are no new customers." I heard that you just gave Ms. Su Yiyao a new look and braided her, as if she was very beautiful. ”

An Guyue nodded, and said in a deep voice: "I watched the Paris fashion show in March this year two days ago, and I accidentally found that kind of look, so I tried to test it on Su Yiyao, and the result was not bad." ”

He didn't want to say that this hairstyle was created by himself, not that he was ashamed of the dove occupying the magpie's nest, but the woman in front of him didn't know the roots, so it was better for him to be careful.

Song Ningqian nodded noncommittally, bowed down slightly, and the collar of her shirt opened openly, revealing the astonishing snow white inside.

An Guyue's eyes shrank suddenly! Song Ningqian was only wearing a transparent erotic underwear under her shirt. How interesting is it? It's so funny that as soon as you see it, you know it's not ordinary underwear......

He tried his best to put aside the charming thoughts in his mind, he didn't know if Song Ningqian was just leaking the spring light simply or unintentionally, or if she was deliberately teasing. Although An Guyue didn't see the key part, for a young man who was in full swing, the scene just now was enough to keep him awake all night.

This is not over, Song Ningqian actually put her ruddy lips close to An Guyue's ear, wet and vaguely hot: "Guyue, if you braid your guests or something in the future, you must remember to charge more, my sister can't always cover you, right?" ”

An Guyue was taken aback, there are indeed such rules in the store, different grades of modeling design, corresponding to different prices, and she was indeed an illegal operation just now.

But what surprised An Guyue was not this, but Song Ningqian's attitude at the moment!

As the assistant store manager of the Doctor's_Hair_Studio, she has every right to deduct her salary according to the regulations, even if she wants to favor herself for some strange reason, it should not be such a seductive posture as she is now.

An Guyue smiled bitterly and said apologetically: "It's troublesome Sister Ning Qian again, I will definitely charge according to the rules of our store in the future!" ”

Song Ningqian's eyes as deep as the starry sky stared at An Guyue, and after a while, she covered her mouth and said with a smile: "My good brother, it's okay, if you know your mistakes, you will be a good boy if you change your mistakes, you look so frightened and scared, so that my sister still feels a little guilty......"

An Guyue clenched her fists, and the wood moss-type perfume on Song Ningqian's body smelled deep and strange, full of mature temptation, making it difficult for her to concentrate.

He shook his head violently, not daring to look directly into Song Ningqian's eyes, and said softly: "Sister Ning Qian, I am indeed a little uncomfortable today, or I will leave first......"

Song Ningqian snorted out laughing, and scraped the tip of An Guyue's nose with her slender index finger: "You are really cute, you look like a handsome iceberg on weekdays, I didn't expect to be so cute when you were embarrassed!" ”

"Tell you, my sister was happy just now, so you were allowed to leave work early; But now my sister is even happier, so you are not allowed to mention leaving work, so you can stay in the store until 8 o'clock in the evening! ”

After speaking, Song Ningqian twisted her plump peach-shaped buttocks and walked out, leaving An Guyue alone in the house.

He only felt that cold sweat was running down his back, in his memory, Song Ningqian had never been so full of charm as today, is this her state of full firepower? Or is this just her eight successes?

An Guyue bit her lip helplessly: he can't do it alone now, firstly, he has no principal, secondly, he has no connections and customer sources, and he must first accumulate enough capital in the Doctor's s_Hair_Studio before he can consider the matter of jumping ship and flying solo.

It seems that I still need to face the sexy and charming store manager Song Ningqian for a long time......

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Doctor's s_Hair_Studio, located on the west side of Manhattan Fashion Plaza, the most prosperous in the southern district of Yunhang City, is not a top-notch, but at least positioned more than the mid-range chain barbershop.

Here, the cheapest haircut is the "washing, cutting and blowing" among the general population, and the price is more than 50 yuan, while a high-end designer of the level of An Guyue basically costs at least eighty or ninety yuan every time he makes a move.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun is neatly sprinkled on the smooth stone pavement of Manhattan Square, bright and slightly dazzling, mild and slightly scorching, it is the warmest time of early spring.

In addition to towering office buildings, there is no shortage of exquisite hotels in the central business circle of a city like this.

In a hot pot restaurant, three young people are sitting around a round table, eating and chatting.

The yellow-haired Housheng picked up a piece of hot duck blood, grinned and ate it, and said vaguely: "Viagra, how did you come up with the pigtail shape designed by An Guyue today, it's really a bit of a doorway......

Viagra's full name is Cheng Wei, and he is the senior stylist of Doctor's s_Hair_Studio, I saw him take a sip of beer with a pale face, and snorted coldly: "What bullshit, don't do porcelain work without that diamond diamond!" This haircut business, after all, still depends on scissors and hair clippers, what is the side door to braid people! ”

A girl with heavy makeup and barely a little bit of posture next to her grabbed Cheng Wei's arm, and gently rubbed her huge bust on Cheng Wei's body: "Viagra, don't be angry, then An Guyue is a weirdo who has no ability, and he doesn't follow the right path all day long......"

The girl also had a faint resentment in her heart, when she saw An Guyue for the first time in the store, she wanted to flirt with this handsome guy, but she didn't expect An Guyue to turn her head and leave unceremoniously, without even saying a polite word.

With her bewitching figure and still beautiful face, she is not the focus of the crowd wherever she goes?

Only An Guyue, a thing that doesn't know how to lift, is shameless to face!

Huangmao Housheng frowned, and his duck-like voice sounded again: "But when we reported An Guyue's illegal operation this afternoon, why didn't Store Manager Song even say a word, so I have to give some punishment, it stands to reason, this has affected the store's income!" ”

Cheng Wei's expression froze and he was silent.

The yellow-haired young man seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes widened suddenly: "Viagra, Sister Li, Store Manager Song won't ...... I like An Guyue's little white face, right? ”