At half past six the next morning, An Guyue got up on time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I have to say that although my basement is a little dilapidated, where to sleep is not sleeping, and waking up is also alive.

He jumped up from the bed with a carp, but suddenly felt a little damp in his crotch.

His face turned cold, and when he looked down, he saw an extra cloud of filth on his underwear......

An Guyue slapped her forehead in pain, damn, Song Ningqian, you goblin, you must have run into my spring dream yesterday to seduce me, it's really stinky and shameless!

The original Anchen is actually not a good person, probably the feeling of the so-called "hippie", that is, a hooligan who pretends to be very skilled.

But our An Guyue classmates are different! An Guyue's classmate is noble and cold, with an excellent temperament, he was an iceberg male god when he was in school, and he was responsible for his appearance when he worked, if he was still alive, he would never allow himself to do such a thing as a spring dream.

An Guyue smiled helplessly, it seems that she still needs to hone her skills, at least when it comes to treating women, there is still a big gap between herself.

He searched for a long time from An Guyue's mind, except for a memorable first love, there was no more information about women, of course, work-related did not count.

Even if she had a girlfriend, An Guyue and her didn't even hold hands. What's wrong with the girl is also a flower-level figure of Yunhang University, and she has been in love with An Guyue for four years, and she doesn't even know if An Guyue's chest has hair. On the day of graduation, people's lips were covered with lipstick, and they wanted to contribute their first kiss with tears, but they were actually held by An Guyue with that bit of rouge.

No, the lipstick you wear doesn't match your temperament! Your lipstick skills are not right and uneven! When the girl heard this, she was heartbroken, wiped her tears, and never contacted An Guyue again.

Tut-tut, An Guyue shook her head, is every handsome guy puzzled in his heart? He used to be mediocre in appearance, so he was thinking about beautiful women every day?

In any case, I am so handsome now, I can't waste my talent! Like the famous English expressionist painter Lucian Freud, when he was young, he was as handsome as An Guyue, and his personality was also withdrawn and closed, but looking at other people's private lives, the number of girlfriends is innumerable, and there are more than a dozen children with names and surnames, not counting the rumored illegitimate children.

Ahem, An Guyue admitted that it was not good for him to think so, after all, he was also a person who pursued art, and women and everything were just passing by.

However, these words can only be ridicule after all. Whether it is An Chen or An Guyue, it must be regarded as an out-and-out infatuation seed, An Chen never forgets Chu Zhuoqing, so he insists on guarding himself like jade for four years; An Guyue has no feelings for her ex-girlfriend, and she can't help but burst into tears every lonely night.

Maybe for people who choose art, love is a luxury, An Guyue, who has two memories, now wants to open a little, perhaps, he should try to forget the past in order to meet the new future.

He picked out a pale gray linen shirt from his closet, a material that was comfortable, soft and sweat-wicking, but easily wrinkled, deformed or stained. Although the design of the shirt is mediocre in An Guyue's eyes, the fact that a shirt with a light gray color can be placed in the wardrobe has proved the taste of An Guyue before.

Now An Guyue is a newcomer after all, and she can't be in a hurry if she wants to make trendy clothes, so she can only barely wear these "outdated" things first.

According to the usual practice, he should now go to the gate of the community courtyard to eat a bowl of tofu brain, plus a tea egg and two fried dough sticks.

He had just walked to the side of the street, intending to cross the street after waiting for the green light to come on. Suddenly, I found a sexy girl standing opposite, with a tight dropped-shoulder top on top, revealing a pair of delicate collarbones, and pure white high-waisted wide-leg pants on the lower body, which stretched the proportions of the whole body more slender.

An Guyue pursed her lips helplessly, why is it Song Ningqian again......

He couldn't hide, and he couldn't escape, so he had to raise his left hand and say hello weakly.

Song Ningqian, who was opposite, seemed to see An Guyue, her white cheeks bloomed with a beautiful smile, and her big red lips were still hot, forcing people to dare not look directly.

An Guyue frowned, Song Ningqian's reaction was too radical, isn't it just that she met a subordinate, is it necessary to be so happy?

That's not all, Song Ningqian actually opened her legs and walked towards An Guyue, her proud chest curves rose and fell.

An Guyue shook her head dejectedly and straightened her collar, he didn't want to deal with this female goblin, but after all, he was his boss, and he couldn't offend too much, unless she really took a fancy to herself and wanted to do some unspoken rules.

If you want to sleep on yourself, it is absolutely not okay, An Guyue is very disciplined. This shell of his own body has not even held the girl's hand, how can he allow a woman who looks debauched and bewitching to blaspheme?

……

No way? Do you want to hug?

No, you really open your arms, you're not kidding me, are you?

An Guyue was embarrassed, did she want to hug Song Ningqian, if she hugged, she was unwilling and felt that she was taken advantage of; If you don't hug it, it's not fun to snub the leader.

An Guyue was undecided, but she saw the girl passing by with a clever smile, and she didn't even look at it.

An Guyue was stunned and turned her head suddenly.

My day!

A BMW 730Li stopped at some point, and a man wearing an Armani navy blue new wool jacket hugged Song Ningqian tightly into his arms, and the foreheads of the two touched each other gently.

An Guyue only felt that a nameless dark fire was ignited, but after thinking about it, people couldn't see themselves and could only see their lover, and it didn't seem to be excessive.

An Guyue walked across the road with her head down, and a strange feeling faintly appeared in her heart. In her memory, Song Ningqian seems to have two lovers, one is a middle-aged fat man who drives a Mercedes-Benz, and the other is the son-in-law who drove a BMW just now.

Alas, it's too debauched, it's okay to be a lover, and to be a lover to two people at the same time. From a rational point of view, An Guyue doesn't know the specific relationship between a woman and two men, so she shouldn't speculate too much......

He thought compassionately that as long as Song Ningqian had no end in the sea of suffering and turned back, it would be good to be the deputy manager of a barber shop with peace of mind!

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At eight o'clock, the Doctor's s_Hair_Studio opened on time, about an hour earlier than other similar barbershops.

Generally speaking, customers will come after 9 a.m., so the time before 9 a.m. is mainly used to clean up the hall and deploy work.

An Guyue stepped into the barber shop and found that the three female receptionists at the front desk had arrived.

Li Miaomiao, Xu Li and Gu Yunlu.

Among the three, An Guyue has a slight impression of Xu Li, this coquettish and charming, always low-cut woman, seems to have tried to seduce herself, and then was ruthlessly rejected by herself.

The other two, An Guyue just knew the name, and usually said hello when she commuted to and from work, and there was no extra communication.

As usual, An Guyue nodded slightly at the three of them, and without speaking, she walked towards the lounge.

"Teacher An!" A tactful and beautiful voice sounded in her ears, and An Guyue couldn't help but turn her head in confusion.

"Teacher" is a high-level title for stylists, and often when the front desk receptionist introduces the stylist to customers, they will use the surname + teacher.

I saw a fresh and lovely young girl with a slight freckle on her cheeks waving her hand at An Guyue, her face was a little pale: "Teacher An, it's your turn to clean the hall today, it's your turn to clean the hall......"

An Guyue frowned, staring at the girl named Li Miaomiao in front of her. If it was placed on a college campus, she would have to attract the pursuit of four or five boys, after all, if she can be the front desk receptionist of a high-end barber shop, she must be better at dressing up.

He smiled coldly, and memories of the past flooded back like a tidal wave.

"Cheng Wei told you this!" An Guyue's eyes narrowed into a slit, and the Ling Yan in her eyes made Li Miaomiao dare not look at him.

Li Miaomiao's lips were not bloody, her green jade fingers were stirred together, and even her knuckles turned pale: "Viagra, Viagra didn't talk to me......"

"Humph!" An Guyue smiled playfully, calling herself on duty six times in a month, could it be that the other employees of the barbershop were dead?

He looked at Li Miaomiao lightly, and found that the little girl's eyes were red and she was about to cry, and An Guyue really didn't want to be too embarrassed.

He can also guess the general situation, presumably Cheng Wei, a sworn enemy, said some threatening words to Li Miaomiao, forcing the girl to be his own gunman.

An Guyue couldn't bear it, after all, it was very difficult for a weak girl to come out to work alone.

He smiled and asked softly, "Where are the brooms and dustpans?" ”

Li Miaomiao was slightly stunned, looking at An Guyue's soft and kind eyes, she couldn't help shedding two tears anymore. She turned her head, suppressed the crying in her voice and said, "Teacher An, I'm ...... I'll clean up with you! ”

In the following half an hour, Li Miaomiao was responsible for sweeping the filth into a mess, and An Guyue was responsible for collecting it into a dustpan and dumping it into the garbage basket.

Xu Li, who had been sitting at the front desk, had a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her long, narrow eyes were particularly charming.

An Guyue, as expected, is just a coward, at the mercy of others, and does not even have the courage to resist, fortunately she did not have any dewy love affair with him at the beginning.

If he continues like this, he will still be a barber, and he will simply be a full-time cleaner at the Doctor's_Hair_Studio, and if he works hard, his monthly salary will not be much worse than now......

Xu Li has always admired the strong, and An Guyue is too far away.