Waking up from a hangover, Jiang Chuan woke up from the bed, and she looked at her surroundings.

Outside the window, the night was in full swing, and the girl's consciousness returned, and she took out her mobile phone and saw the message from her father.

A photo of the family.

Jiang Chuan looked at the small picture for a long time and didn't dare to click on it, hesitated for a long time, and finally stretched out his finger. When I saw the person in the picture clearly, my alcohol-obsessed head suddenly woke up.

The sweat on her forehead crept out, and she felt extremely hot. then jumped up from the bed and quietly slipped out of Xu Mo's house in the night.

It was only 5 o'clock in the morning, and the morning fog had disappeared and she was isolated. Jiang Chuan held his chin and stared at the road with his head down. She thinks about what she plans for the future, and then makes an important decision.

"Uncle, I'm going to cut my hair."

Lao Zhang of the barber shop went out to buy breakfast and ran into the sneaky Jiang Chuan, with a pancake in his mouth, and took out the key to open the door of the shop. He expertly unfolded his tools and looked at the photos on the girl's phone.

"Are you sure you want to see this hair?"

Jiang Chuan nodded vigorously, "I've been studying hard lately, and short hair is easier to take care of." ”

Lao Zhang glanced at his mobile phone and then at Jiang Chuan, this hair can't be cut, but it shouldn't be cut. If such a watery little girl cuts such a mushroom head, she will definitely not show her own temperament, but will feel more nerdy.

"Then think about it carefully, this knife is all gone." Lao Zhang advised again and again and sighed.

After 1 hour, Jiang Chuan happily prepared to pay, and the barber only collected 10 yuan with a wave of his hand, "Ah Chuan, I will be cheap to you this time, if others ask about this hair, don't say that it was cut here." ”

Xu Mo made breakfast and knocked on Jiang Chuan's door, and the sunlight outside the window filled the room. The quilt was neatly arranged, but the man was gone.

The phone couldn't get through and the message didn't reply, the man felt upset for no reason, and a fawn hit his heart hard and then ran away quietly.

After the same day, Xu Mo received a call from the courier.

Looking at the boxes of unnamed couriers, he didn't know who sent them, but when he opened the package, he saw clothes and bags that had not even been opened.

Xu Mo panicked for no reason, these things seemed familiar, and he tried not to think about the worst until the phone rang.

A text message rushed straight into his brain, and Xu Mo's heart seemed to be blocked by a big stone. He frantically made the call, and the voice of the mechanical girl sounded in his ears.

Once or twice until the phone runs out of battery.

He leaned on the edge of the bed and the beer was put into his mouth one after another, his eyelids drooped and he was not energetic, and his tears were falling down one by one.

He had never felt this way before, and he wanted to vent but didn't know where to start. He was too calm for anyone to dare to play tricks under his nose. This time the situation was a little trickier, and he didn't even know why Jiang Chuan did this.

Thinking carefully about the situation of getting along during this time, at the beginning, Xu Mo used the old-fashioned method of agitation to lure her into the bait, in his eyes, Jiang Chuan was like a little white rabbit, and he could be ashamed of himself with a casual tease.

Jiang Chuan is in a complex environment, but his heart is much purer, and occasionally one or two behaviors only give him a little headache, as long as he cultivates slowly, everything will be on the right track.

But this time Jiang Chuan ran away directly, leaving a breakup text message and a few boxes of clothes, and she wanted to cut off Xu Mo in two. The girl's behavior was not logical, and Xu Mo did not find any problem points.

The man's decadence lasted only one night, and a great war was poised to take place.