The situation here is a little weird, that is, between the three people, they should all come down on the twelfth floor.

As a result, Zhang Yan took the elevator again because of what she was afraid of.

This made Su Musha a little strange, why did the hairstylist he hired slip away so quickly?

Could it be that her tools are not ready?

However, Su Musha remembered that on the twelfth floor of the Homeinn Hotel, all the facilities were placed here, and there was absolutely no need to prepare it yourself.

"Maybe it's the chief barber who has his own unique skills or something." Su Musha thought about it, and he didn't think about it anymore.

Looking at Zhang Lang, who was standing firmly on the side, as if he didn't want to move, Su Musha couldn't help crying and laughing.

"It's all off the elevator, you should go, hurry up and go to my room." Su Musha said angrily.

"Uh, that, I'm nervous." Zhang Lang was a little apprehensive.

This time, he really wasn't calm.

He thought that Su Musha wanted to scare him, so he brought himself to the Homeinn.

Later, I thought that Su Musha was going to show a few of his roommates.

Now it seems that things are going in a bad direction.

When the time comes to enter the room, will you be obedient or obedient?

Zhang Lang feels that this question is like the three major philosophical problems, which are worth studying.

However, these are obviously some very simple questions, and Zhang Lang just can't think about it.

No way, in his impression, he has never seen a girl so active.

No, it should be said that I have never seen Su Musha take such initiative with a person.

There are not no girls who take the initiative by Zhang Lang's side, there is still one, and that person is Angel.

This girl can be said to be quite proactive.

"You...... What are you nervous about? Su Musha felt funny, but also a little puzzled.

Coming to get a haircut, getting a haircut, still nervous?

What kind of truth is that?

Of course, here, Su Musha made a big mistake.

That is, as a child of a family, when she gets a haircut, of course, she finds a special designer, and she can go anywhere she can go with her family business.

Instead of being like Zhang Lang, just find a barber shop on the street, or a barber shop in a small alley to start getting a haircut.

There are no professional hairstylists, or barbers, or stylists or anything like that.

If Zhang Lang is asked to distinguish, he may not know how to distinguish between the hairstylist, the hairdresser, and the stylist.

In his opinion, what hairstylist, what barber, what stylist, isn't it simply a "haircut"?

How can there be such a detailed distinction?

Well, if you let Su Musha, a child of the family, say it, the matter of haircuts is not just as simple as having three "divisions".

There are also hair therapists, hair nutritionists, pre-release stylists, and some post-styling, or post-care masters.

But for Zhang Lang, a dirt bun, these are completely things that he has never seen before.

This time, Zhang Lang can be said to have really never seen "pork", nor has he seen "pig running".

In this place on the twelfth floor of Homeinn Hotel, which specializes in hair care, Zhang Lang is actually a little white.

"Of course I'm nervous, you know, I've never done anything before." Zhang Lang is still shouting in his heart, especially with a woman.

Of course, Zhang Lang dared to admit 100% that he had never done anything like that to a man, after all, he was a straight man, not a or anything.

"Huh?" Su Musha was surprised.

She never imagined that Zhang Lang would answer like this.

"It's impossible, you're fifteen or sixteen years old, you should have done this kind of thing many times, at least once a month, at least twelve times a year, even if you've only done it for ten years, it's one hundred and twenty times." Su Musha said in a daze.

"I'm in a big groove!" In Zhang Lang's heart, 10,000 grass and mud horses galloped by.

Could it be that in a big family, everyone is very open?

Starting at the age of ten?

No, doesn't that mean it starts at the age of five?

I must have thought wrong.

Zhang Lang is now covered by Su Mu's words, and he is scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

He felt like his worldview was collapsing, not collapsing, rebuilding, rebooting.

Then the virus crashed directly, and the motherboard was directly burned.

"Ahh......hh

He really couldn't believe that the pure Su Musha had done such a thing.

"It must be me who is mistaken, I must be mistaken, I must be ......" Zhang Lang muttered to himself in his mouth, as if he was stunned.

"Hey, as for it? Did I say something wrong? How do you feel weird. Now Su Musha suppressed the phone call to the neurological hospital in his heart.

She had never seen anyone so "timid as a mouse".

Could it be that Zhang Lang has never had a haircut, or has he done hair or something?

What kind of thing is this?

It's been more than ten years, and your hair is not as long as mine, so your age has been eaten by dogs?

Su Musha is a little inexplicable now.

"Well, you're right, it's the world that's wrong." Zhang Lang didn't know how to explain to Su Musha.

Listening to Su Musha's words, it seems that she is a girl in this family, and her life style is quite open.

But that's a crime, bastard, which bastard of the Su family is covering up with Su Mu......

"Uh, I can't even understand you, we don't have a philosophy class, that class will only be opened when we have a philosophy life next semester, hey." Su Musha's hand shook in front of Zhang Lang, hoping to bring the boy who seemed to be possessed by the demon back to life.

If this boy were to go to the ball tonight in this state and by himself, then the plan would be in ruins.

She thinks that Zhang Lang should be the kind of boy who is more calm.

But now Su Musha wondered if he had seen the wrong person.

It's so surprising to get a haircut.

Is this a bun from my hometown?

No, the buns are not so dirty.

It's a piece of mud that can't hold up to the wall.

"I just wanted to give you some hair, as for it?" Su Musha can't bear to play Zhang Lang anymore, and it seems that many things have to be explained to Zhang Lang.

"Huh? Haircut? Zhang Lang's eyes gradually became focused.

"How is that possible, a haircut?" Zhang Lang's head recalled the previous events.

The conversation between himself and Su Musha doesn't seem to have any flaws.

Those conversations flowed smoothly.

Yes, many things are forcibly added in my mind, and many things are imaginary, or even non-existent.

God, I didn't expect such a big misunderstanding.

Su Musha just let himself get a haircut, but what about himself?

What did he think, he was an impure person, and he actually thought about becoming Su Musha to open a room with him.

Pit daddy, the other party is a goddess on top.

And what about yourself?

I'm just a sling.

Between the sling and the goddess, will there be results?

No, unless the ability of this sling can be equal to the power of the goddess's family.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Lang put his hands on Su Musha's shoulders and said solemnly: "Thank you!" ”

"Huh?" Su Musha was confused by Zhang Lang's inexplicable actions.

She couldn't figure out why Zhang Lang was babbling, and then thanked herself.

But I don't seem to have done anything.

Could it be that Zhang Lang wanted to thank himself because he brought him to get a haircut.

God, could it be that Zhang Lang really hasn't had a haircut for more than ten years?

That's not right, wait......

Su Musha suddenly remembered, it seems that from the beginning of school to the present, Zhang Lang's hair has been growing, and he has not been haircut.

Could it be that this kid is really ......

Thinking of this, Su Mu put down Zhang Lang's hands without a trace, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed: "It's not easy for you, don't thank me." ”

"Uh......" Zhang Lang didn't understand what Su Musha meant by saying this to himself.

But when he thought of the time when he had abducted He Qing and fooled a few roommates, it seemed that it was really not easy to listen.

At the moment, he thought that Su Musha was very smart, and through his previous explanation, he understood that he didn't have much money in his pocket, and even went to an embarrassing place where he couldn't eat, and he was very emotional at the moment.

"It's okay, it's right to endure hardship, boys, they should be poor, even if they don't have the money to do other things, but I will never give up this kind of life." Zhang Lang nodded solemnly.

“……”

I really haven't had a haircut in more than ten years!

Su Musha found that his common sense seemed to be about to change.

It seems that the boy hasn't had a haircut for more than ten years, and his hair is not too long, just like a chicken nest.

In this way, although the two people have different topics and think differently, they both think that what the other party says is what they understand.

But who knows, the topic between the two people is actually just incompatible.

The reason why it can be connected without any gaps is purely because when two people talk, the topic changes too naturally.

This delay has passed for more than ten minutes.

And Zhang Yan hasn't come yet.

Su Musha is a little strange, what did Zhang Yan do?

It stands to reason that taking the elevator is a matter of a few minutes, or even less than a minute.

Even if he went downstairs to get something, Zhang Yan should have come now, why didn't he come?

Su Musha didn't know that Zhang Yan did come just now, but he saw Zhang Lang's hands on Su Musha's shoulders, as if he was going to "wall knock" her.

Seeing the privacy of the master, can he still live as a slave?

The answer, of course, is no.

So frightened, Zhang Yan took the elevator directly to the first floor, and then climbed up the stairs directly!