Jiang Tang ran back to the bathroom to close the lid of the washing machine, cleaned the bathroom again, and when he came out, Brother Meng had already stood up and was ready to go back to the room.

"Is Brother Meng going to sleep? Good night then. ”

With a wave of his hand, he prepared to go back to his room.

"Why doesn't the hair dryer blow your hair in the bathroom."

Meng Hetang looked at Jiang Tang's hair that was still dripping.

How do you sleep with such wet hair? Definitely going to have a headache the next day.

Ginger sugar nunu mouth.

"It's very tiring to blow my hair, I don't like it, I will dry it myself after sleeping."

Meng Hetang glared at her and walked into the bathroom.

"Come in."

Jiang Tang saw Brother Meng enter the bathroom and thought that he was going to go to the toilet, so he was going to go back to his room to formulate a strategy to tempt Meng Hetang, and as soon as he took a step, he heard Meng Hetang call her.

Turning around and entering the bathroom, Meng Hetang plugged in the hair dryer and glanced at Jiang Tang.

"Come here, I'll blow it for you."

Jiang Tang was stunned for a moment, then pinched his clothes and pretended to be reserved and walked over to stand in front of the mirror.

I didn't dare to laugh for fear that Brother Meng saw it in the mirror, his adrenaline was soaring, his face was flushed, Brother Meng was standing behind her, Jiang Tang even heard Meng Hetang's heartbeat, the hot wind of the hair dryer blew on his face, his hair rose and fell with Meng Hetang's plucking, and his head shook twice from time to time.

His eyes stared at Brother Meng from the mirror in a daze.

Meng Hetang took care of a half-grown girl for the first time, which was different from when he took care of Zhou Jiuliang, all details had to be taken into account, Zhou Jiuliang didn't like to blow his hair at that time, but his hair was short, even if he didn't blow it twice, he would dry it, ginger candy was different, she was a girl, her hair was long, and it was not comfortable to sleep without blow-drying.

In the mirror, I saw that the little girl was blushing, standing in her arms, and the fragrance in her hair spread with the heat of the hair dryer and wafted into her nose.

It smells good, it's a little familiar, it seems to be your own shampoo.

I've never noticed that my shampoo smells so good.

The soft and fragrant hair is wrapped around his fingertips, three thousand green silks are wrapped around his fingertips, and the heat of the scalp is also wrapped around his fingertips, looking at the girl in the mirror with her head down and smiling and her cheeks red, Meng Hetang's heart suddenly agitated violently, and then it stabilized, the body driven by the heat of the fingertips became a little hot, and the wind of the hair dryer brought a heat wave, Meng Hetang turned off the hair dryer with a snap, and took a deep breath before feeling that the heat on his body had dissipated a lot.

"It's late, go to bed."

Meng Hetang pulled out the plug, put away the hair dryer slowly, and left Jiang Tang with a side face.

Jiang Tang stared at Meng Hetang's side face for a few seconds.

"Good night that night, Brother Meng."

The little girl's soft voice came, and Meng Hetang paused and then nodded.

Seeing the little girl leave the bathroom completely, Meng Hetang put the hair dryer and looked at himself in the mirror.

At the age of thirty, standing at the age of thirty, even if fans say that he is tender, he can't be compared with those little fresh meat, and ginger candy, damn it, what is he thinking? She was just a little girl, not yet an adult, and he actually felt that there was some temptation in the ginger candy just now.

Meng Hetang turned on the faucet, and the cold water poured on his face, and finally stabilized his thoughts.

Ginger Candy was lying on the bed, his dry hair rubbing against the clean pillow, and Ginger Candy actually felt that it was a good habit to not like blowing his head.

The next morning, Meng Hetang knocked on the door and asked Jiang Tang to get up, Jiang Tang leaned on the door frame, his eyes couldn't open, his hair that was dried yesterday was messy, Meng Hetang looked at her with his hands on his lips and smiled.