Chapter 87: Help her tie her hair
"You tried on a white balloon sleeve maxi dress yesterday, right? That's it. ”
Jiang Muye said casually while cleaning up the desktop mess after the flower arrangement.
"How do you know?" An Xiaoxiao looked surprised.
"Didn't I say that Huang Huang took your information to me yesterday......"
Jiang Muye looked up at her: "Pay attention to safety when shopping in the future, I don't know if I was secretly photographed." ”
"Oh." An Xiaoxiao puffed up her cheeks and looked like she had done something wrong: "Then I'll pay attention in the future." ”
"Go ahead." Jiang Muye nodded at her, and there was a pampering in his tone that he didn't even notice.
……
Half an hour later, Jiang Muye's mobile phone clicked, and he took a look at it, and the corners of his lips naturally hooked.
The news comes from An Xiaoxiao, it is a selfie after changing clothes, a white dress is beautiful and refined, pretty and extraordinary, and the delicate facial features are becoming more and more white and transparent.
The only thing that is wrong is that the long hair hangs down, which adds to the sense of burden.
"Roll up your hair, ......" Jiang Muye's six words had just been edited, and a car from the mansion appeared at the door outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
With a slight frown, Jiang Muye deleted the message and changed it to: "Very good, come down, my parents have arrived." ”
After a while, An Xiaoxiao hurriedly ran down with a panicked look: "Have your parents arrived?" ”
Jiang Muye was still sitting at the desk and beckoned to her: "Don't be nervous, come over first." ”
An Xiaoxiao walked over as she said, and Jiang Muye pointed to the low stool at his feet again: "Sit down, I'll help you fix your hair." ”
"Mom and Dad......"
"Sit down first." Jiang Muye's tone added a bit of seriousness: "Don't worry about them. ”
"Oh." An Xiaoxiao put the stool in front of his wheelchair and sat down obediently, and for a moment she felt that her hair had been picked up by Jiang Muye, and that feeling was wonderful, stirring a pool of spring water......
So Jiang Huaihai and Hu Mingyun saw such a scene when they entered the living room under the guidance of Zhou Yun.
Jiang Muye was seriously attached to An Xiaoxiao's hair, and An Xiaoxiao sat quietly with a shy face, under the sun, this picture was weird and beautiful.
Hu Mingyun chuckled in his heart, his own son is giving himself a horse, he is like this, where is he embarrassed to be embarrassed?
Seeing Jiang Huaihai and Hu Mingyun who suddenly entered the door, An Xiaoxiao's expression naturally became nervous instantly, she struggled to get up, Jiang Muye pressed her shoulder in time and whispered: "Don't move, it'll be fine soon." ”
Then, the long hair in his hand was easily curled into a bun on top of her head, the crystal hairpin was pinned to one side, and a beautiful ball head stood up to raise An Xiaoxiao's appearance by a degree.
"Alright."
As Jiang Muye finished saying these two words, An Xiaoxiao stood up, his face naturally burned red, and his hands and feet were a little at a loss.
"Mom and Dad, you're here." An Xiaoxiao's expression was a little cautious, and her tone was naturally very respectful.
"Hmm." Jiang Huaihai's gaze swept over Jiang Muye's calm face, and he bowed slightly.
The expression on Hu Mingyun's face was richer, but since Jiang Muye was still in front of him, he only nodded slightly.
"Sit down." Jiang Muye finally opened his mouth, and the two words were very formulaic.
Sitting down, the atmosphere was strangely quiet, and after glancing at the tea set on the table, An Xiaoxiao said: "Mom and Dad, I'll make you tea." ”
Jiang Huaihai and Hu Mingyun didn't respond, in fact, they didn't dare to squeak, after all, the scene just now was really shocking, and both of them had a feeling that they couldn't figure out the situation in front of them.
Jiang Muye smiled: "I'm drinking tea with my father, you can make some casually." ”
Then he said to Liu Yuan, who was waiting not far away: "Bring two other cups of hot drinks." ”
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