Shen Huanhuan saw Mingchen behind her in the mirror with a helpless look, sighed and said, "You still don't need to dismantle it, if you disassemble it, we won't be able to get it back." ”

At this time, her hair was just a little messy, and when Mingchen was all disassembled, Shen Huanhuan would have to wear the unkempt first-class lotus fragrance.

After all, judging from Mingchen's level, Shen Huanhuan would never think that he would be able to comb her hair back as it was after tearing it off.

"And how am I going to get all this hair?"

Mingchen combs his hair on weekdays, combing his hair, and then picking up the hairpin and pulling it casually, which is simple and convenient.

But Huanhuan's head was full of twisted and twisted small hair bags, and he didn't dare to start at all. Because if you are not careful, you will use a comb to hurt Huanhuan.

Although Mingchen didn't know where to start with these twisty hairstyles, if he didn't dismantle them, he didn't know how to start. I had to ask Shen Huanhuan.

Shen Huanhuan saw Mingchen in the mirror and didn't know what to do with her hair, and felt very funny. It's just that it's not funny too obviously, so as not to hurt Mingchen's face, so he had to hold back a smile and say: "You see that there is a particularly messy place on my head, just comb it again with a comb, and then press the broken hair with the hairpin on the table." That way it doesn't look messy. ”

When she used to watch Hexiang and Xiaolu comb her hair, she would just smooth out her hair and fix it with a hairpin. She doesn't know how to do it, but she sees it every day. You can also say anything.

"Well, okay," Mingchen took the comb and raised his hand to comb Shen Huanhuan's hair.

In Mingchen's opinion, the comb was just Shen Huanhuan's hair. I haven't tried it yet. Shen Huanhuan screamed: "Hey, it hurts"

Mingchen hurriedly put the comb on the dresser and nervously asked Shen Huanhuan what was going on.

Shen Huanhuan covered her hair and said with an aggrieved face: "Why are your hands so hard, they all hurt my scalp." ”

She still has some hair coiled on the top of her head, and Mingchen combs it directly with a comb like this, and it hurts so much that Shen Huanhuan's tears are about to fall.

Looking at Shen Huanhuan's reddened eyes with faint tears, Mingchen stood at the table a little helpless and didn't know what to do, so he had to ask tentatively, "Why don't you ...... I'll go outside and get you a girl over. ”

Mingchen is also unlucky today, just now he took the silver needle to carry the pot, and it was okay to offend Shen Huanhuan again, and now he wanted to help Shen Huanhuan comb his hair, but it was self-defeating, and it didn't matter if he couldn't comb it, and it hurt her.

If it goes on like this, Mingchen is afraid that Shen Huanhuan will quarrel and break off his friendship with him.

So Mingchen decided. Wittily go and ask for a foreign helper to come back. It's much safer if you don't do it yourself.

Shen Huanhuan glanced at Mingchen with disgust and said, "This is just a small town, where can you go to invite the right person for me." Besides, it's just a comb of hair, and you won't go out to invite someone, and when you invite someone back, I'm afraid it's time for dinner. Besides, I don't really like strangers touching me. ”

Although Mingchen was a little secretly happy because of Shen Huanhuan's last words, he still didn't dare to continue to do it, so he had to ask: "Then what should I do, otherwise you can go downstairs like this, anyway, there are only our people in the small hall downstairs." It's nothing. ”

This is the best method that Mingchen can think of, after accidentally hurting Shen Huanhuan just now, he was a little afraid to touch Shen Huanhuan's hair.

Shen Huanhuan looked at her hair in the mirror and said, "I don't want to go downstairs like this, it's not good-looking, you can continue to comb it, just be careful, it's okay." I put up with it when it hurts. ”

This messy hairstyle is simply sorry for her long face, not to mention that Brother Yunfan and Zichu are downstairs, Mingchen won't talk about it, anyway, he has seen his messy appearance now. Brother Yun Fan has long been accustomed to seeing his very unimage appearance, but Zi Chu can't see it.

Mingchen lowered his eyes, muttering in his heart that when she was taken away in the dark just now, she had been thrown on the ground in the firewood room, and several of them had seen it, but now her hair was just a little messy, compared to her appearance in the firewood room just now, it was really not worth mentioning.

But he still said, "Okay, I'll help you with your hair." ”

Shen Huanhuan nodded and sat quietly. Let Mingchen fiddle with her long hair unfamiliarly.

Mingchen saw that the people under his hands didn't move for a long time, neither shouting pain nor moving, so he asked, "Huanhuan, if I hurt you, just tell me." ”

Shen Huanhuan tugged at the corners of her lips and smiled: "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt at all, you can comb it with confidence, I'll tell you if it hurts." ”

In fact, Shen Huanhuan could feel it herself, Mingchen was already very careful, and the strength of her hands on her hair was so soft that it was not decent. I can't feel it anymore, if she screams in pain again, it is estimated that Mingchen's hand will not dare to touch her hair.

Mingchen held his breath, slowed down his movements extremely carefully, and slowly straightened out the messy place according to what Shen Huanhuan said, and then pressed the broken hair in one place. Finally helped her put on the first hairpin.

In fact, Mingchen's heart was still very excited, after all, this was the first time he helped Huanhuan wear a hairpin, and there was a strange feeling in his heart.

He forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and pretended to be calm and asked, "Huanhuan, is this okay?" ”

Shen Huanhuan looked at Mingchen's somewhat apprehensive expression in the mirror, and smiled slightly: "Well, that's it." Pretty good. ”

It's just a combing of his hair, and Mingchen is nervous as if he is facing a great enemy.

Before, when I saw him lifting a sword and slashing people, he was indifferent to him, but now he is just holding a hairpin, and his hands are shaking.

Mingchen, who received encouragement, was more confident, and continued to fix the hairpin while arranging the broken hair on her head according to the method he had just done.

Every time Mingchen made a hairpin, Shen Huanhuan praised it with a smile on his eyebrows.

Finally fixed all Shen Huanhuan's hair, Mingchen straightened up with satisfaction, only to find that his waist was already stiff.

Shen Huanhuan also felt that her waist was sore, and it took a lot more time than usual to comb her hair, and she couldn't move when she sat so straight and straight, and she couldn't lower her head and bend over to relax.

At this time, everything was completed, and Shen Huanhuan felt that sitting like this was even more tiring than going out for half an hour.

And because he said too much to encourage Mingchen just now, he still felt dry.

"Let's go, let's go downstairs."

She really wants to drink a full bowl of milk tea to moisten her mouth now.

Mingchen nodded, looking at his newly completed "work" with satisfaction. I can't wait to go downstairs and show off with Yun Fan and them.