] to provide you with wonderful reading. Chapter 128: Don't force me to do it

He asked her where she was going back, but she didn't speak, which made him even more worried, and he didn't worry that she would go alone, so he could only follow along.

"......" Yan Xiaocheng didn't speak, and lowered his head.

"Yan Xiaocheng, what do you want, I'll buy it for you when I come back." The tip of Yun Haochen's nose also began to pantothenic, and his heart felt uncomfortable.

When Yan Xiaocheng, an idiot, doesn't speak, it's the most distressing.

He knew that she wanted to celebrate the New Year with him, so why didn't he want to celebrate the New Year with her!

They also said that they would go to the city during the winter vacation, go to the movies, take pictures, take a cruise on the Bund, and paint graffiti on the wall of No. 1 Middle School.

"You accompany Aunt Wen, I'm fine." Yan Xiaocheng finally spoke up, the tears in her eyes had disappeared, and her voice had returned to normal.

"Yan Xiaocheng, when I come back, we will go to the city, I will accompany you whatever you want." Yun Haochen turned her body and looked at her seriously.

Yan Xiaocheng touched his hand, it was cold and scary.

After another look, he came up in his pajamas, muttered depressedly, and directly covered his hands: "Why don't you come up without wearing more." ”

She divided half of the quilt she was wearing among him, and the two of them sat side by side watching the snow and whispering until it was almost dawn.

In the morning, Yan Wende deliberately drove back home and sent Yun Haochen and Wen Qianluo to the train station.

Yan Xiaocheng didn't follow along, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to hold back and would be found abnormal by her father.

Yang Yixing went home after playing at the age of 20, and he and Yang Fan generally did not return to their hometown until the year 29.

In the morning, before Yan Xiaocheng woke up, Jun Ze knocked on the door outside: "Yan Xiaocheng, you pig, get up quickly." ”

The slamming of the door, coupled with Junze's angry voice, was better than an alarm clock.

Yan Xiaocheng jumped off the bed with a swish, looked at the alarm clock on the table, and it turned off, no wonder it didn't ring, it hurt her to get up late.

The little face wilted, and she ran out barefoot, she didn't get up at the agreed time, and that stingy ghost of Junzawa Jiro couldn't kill her!

She opened the door, looked up at Jun Ze and smiled: "Brother Ze, I was wrong, the alarm clock didn't go off, I don't believe you go to my table to see!" ”

Jun Ze lowered his head, his face was full of anger, looking at Yan Xiaocheng's messy hair like a chicken nest, he pulled it twice angrily: "Yan Xiaocheng, if you go late, see how I clean you up." ”

Yan Xiaocheng whined and screamed in pain, but he didn't dare to fight back, so he grabbed his hair and threw him into the house.

Jun Ze looked down, and he could see her bare pair of little feet, because she was in a hurry, she didn't have time to put on her shoes, and her heart was slightly stagnant: "Hurry up and clean up, I'll give you ten minutes." ”

Yan Xiaocheng turned around and ran, hurried to clean himself up, and forgot that he was not wearing shoes, so he ran directly to the bathroom.

Jun Ze took two steps and grabbed the back collar of her pajamas, gritted his teeth and said, "Put on your shoes!" ”

"I see!" Yan Xiaocheng glared at him angrily.

She said that she felt so cold, because she had forgotten to put on her shoes.

Junze took his mobile phone to look at the time, was counting down, and reminded him from time to time to scare Yan Xiaocheng.

"Brother Ze, hurry up and help, I'm going to die!" Yan Xiaocheng shouted in the bathroom.

The comb was stuck in her hair, and she couldn't comb it off, and her scalp hurt when she pulled hard.

When Jun Ze came in, he saw Yan Xiaocheng grinning in the mirror and pulling his hair.

Helplessly, she was in a hurry, and the worse she became, her hair was all wrapped around the comb, and her anxious little face was red.

"Stupid, trouble." Jun Ze spoke out in disgust, but walked up to her for the first time.

Reached out and patted away her hand that was moving with the comb, and frowned: "Get out of the way, I'll take a look." ”

Yan Xiaocheng, a stinky girl, has had short hair since she was a child, and she didn't know what nerves she had this time, so she told them to keep long hair.

"You tap, tap...... I hurt! Yan Xiaocheng's painful little face was distorted, and tears fell out.

Stretched out his hand to pinch him, but he was controlled by one of his hands, and stared at her with full disdain: "You deserve it, who let you have long hair." ”

"It's not all because of you!" Yan Xiaocheng wants to cry without tears.

Her hair, it's all because of the damn Jun Ze Erlang, if he wasn't always counting down, she wouldn't be so flustered, causing her hair to become like this.

"Yan Xiaocheng, you don't have a conscience, you can get it yourself!" Jun Ze looked at the twisted hair, messy, and was very sure that he couldn't handle it.

"Don't, my own problem, it has nothing to do with you, Brother Ze, you help, there are a lot of adults, you help me get it right!" Yan Xiaocheng's voice was pitiful and crying, and she sniffled at the right time.

Junze has been doing it for a long time, but he still hasn't got it down.

He was short-tempered again, and when he saw a pair of scissors next to him, he directly picked up the scissors and cut off the messy hair.

When it was over, he looked at his masterpiece very calmly, handed his hair to Yan Xiaocheng to see, and shook it proudly in front of her eyes: "It's done, what a simple thing!" ”

Yan Xiaocheng kept his eyes closed in pain, and when he heard the voice, he opened his eyes and saw a messy pile of hair lying in front of him.

Anger raged in his eyes, and evil fire burned in his heart.

She screamed, turned around and pinched Jun Ze, her face was distorted, and she gritted her teeth and yelled: "Jun Ze Erlang, you bastard, give me back my hair...... You give me back my hair......"

Yan Xiaocheng is crazy, she finally grew her hair for so long, and he clicked it with a pair of scissors.

He didn't know how to win the master's opinion before cutting his hair!

Before Jun Ze could react, he was pounced on by Yan Xiaocheng and pinched his neck vigorously, like a little madman.

Yan Xiaocheng doesn't look at people as small, he has a lot of strength, and pinched his neck hard.

He felt that he was about to run out of breath: "Yan Xiaocheng, let go, don't force me to do it!" ”

He struggled to squeeze out a few words, a handsome face was suffocated, and his eyes were burning at Yan Xiaocheng.

"Who told you to cut my hair!" Yan Xiaocheng yelled again, stood up angrily, and quickly picked up the scissors from behind him and looked at him.

"Ahem......" Jun Ze coughed painfully, and retreated to the wall behind him while coughing, and saw Yan Xiaocheng glaring at him viciously with a pair of scissors.

"Yan Xiaocheng, isn't it just hair? What's the matter, if you lose it, you can grow it again, I'm not uprooting you! Jun Ze also had a bad temper, he was completely irritated by her, and looked at her angrily.

Is this stinky girl crazy today, it's just two hairs, and she still wants to kill someone!

Jun Ze was right, Yan Xiaocheng wanted to kill people, she had her hair for two months, and she finally grew so long, and he cut it off so much at once.

That piece is like being bald, how can she go out to meet people!

She also scared Jun Ze, saw that his face had changed, his anger had disappeared a little, he snorted from his nose, and turned his head to look at his hair.

The upper left side of his forehead was cut off, and compared to the long hair around him, it looked like he was bald.

Fortunately, he still left a little, five or six centimeters, if he was really bald, Yan Xiaocheng would definitely look for him desperately.

Jun Ze saw that she had calmed down, so he stood up and glared at her condescendingly: "Yan Xiaocheng, are you crazy, just a little hair, you want to murder!" ”

Yan Xiaocheng turned his head, and his cold eyes glared at him viciously: "You are embarrassed to say, I asked you to cut my hair!" ”

"It's my fault to cut your hair, and it's not you who asked me to help, and it's not good to repay your kindness." Jun Ze leaned over, angrily ripped off her hair, and turned around to leave as if he was angry.

Yan Xiaocheng looked through the mirror, he didn't stay in the living room, he went out directly, and he couldn't take care of his hair, so he ran to the bedroom and grabbed a hat and put it on his head and chased him out.

Junze was starting the car, and Yan Xiaocheng stood at the door and glared at him, not going forward or going home.

"Yan Xiaocheng, are you missing hair or brains, what time is it, Ah Xing should be at the airport now, hurry up." Jun Ze looked at her and sneered coldly and patted the car.

The motorcycle engine whined, Yan Xiaocheng pursed her lips and clenched her fists angrily.

Damn Jun Ze Erlang, when she sees Ah Xing, see if she doesn't let Ah Xing kill him.

The two of them delayed a little time, and there was a freezing ride on the road, and when they arrived at the airport, Yang Yixing had already gotten off the plane for nearly an hour.

Yan Xiaocheng saw the figure at the entrance of the airport at a glance, wearing a fat white down jacket, a hat, and a scarf to cover his face tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes.

Before the car stopped, Yan Xiaocheng jumped directly with her hands, regardless of Jun Ze's eyes when he looked at her.

"Ah Xing." Yan Xiaocheng ran over quickly.

Yang Yixing smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly in a good-looking arc, and the smile under his eyes was gentle and doting, but the next moment, he frowned again.

Orange's eyes were red, as if she had cried.

Yan Xiaocheng rushed to his side directly, picked up his hat and let him look at his hair, and pretended to cry: "Idiot, you see, Jun Ze Erlang bullied me, he cut my hair, woo woo......"

Yang Yixing's eyes darkened, and his distress gradually spread, looking at the missing part of his black hair, he frowned, and said distressedly: "What's the matter?" ”

The big hand gently touched her cut hair, and her dark eyebrows frowned slightly.

Yan Xiaocheng continued to cry: "It's the good thing he did, it's him, he cut my hair without saying anything." ”

Her iron-hearted complaint is to put all the responsibility on Junze, and naturally she will not say that she asked for help.

Junze was locking the car, and when he heard her straightforward voice, his angry face turned black, and he said that Xiaocheng, a stinky girl, was looking for death!

"Yan Xiaocheng, will you say what you just said again?" Jun Ze was about to be angry with her, so he directly pulled her hair and gritted his teeth at her.

This is obviously not his fault alone, this stinky girl has no face and no skin, so I have to blame him for all the faults, good!

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