Chapter Thirty-Eight: You're the Best
After all the things were explained, Chao Xu stroked his hair, a little disgusted.
"It's so long, it's time to cut it, otherwise the ID card will be discovered."
The original owner's hair is typical black and straight, fluttering, soft and smooth, with the characteristics of a good girl.
But for the order, it is very cumbersome.
Whether it's taking care of it or beating people, it's all troublesome.
The butler, who was about to clean up the cup, listened to this, and his hand shook, and he almost didn't throw the cup on the ground.
"Miss, don't!"
The housekeeper stood up and was the first not to agree.
"The hair and skin of the body, the parents of the body, if you cut your hair, Miss, how should I face the old lady, the young master!"
Chao Xu glanced at him, and said calmly: "Oh, if you don't cut your hair, if I am discovered, I may have to take this hair and meet my parents." ”
The housekeeper, the housekeeper was speechless.
He still cares more about the safety of the young lady herself than his hair.
But looking at the hair that the young lady has raised for so many years, he can't bear to cut it when he says to cut it.
The little heart couldn't stand it, and after the housekeeper arranged a hairstylist for Chaoxu, he covered his chest and walked away.
After waiting in the room for a long time, the famous hairstylist in the circle came to the door.
Sorting out his tools, the man didn't lift his head and said, "What hairstyle do you need me to fix for you?"
Chao Xu pondered for a moment, and gestured with his waist-length hair, "Just cut all these short, just cut them almost like him." ”
She gestured to the resignation beside her.
Hearing this, the hairstylist finally glanced up at Chao Xu, and then let out an exaggerated scream.
"O my God! Such beautiful hair, are you sure you're going to cut it off, this young lady? ”
I couldn't put it down and touched Chaoxu's hair, and the hairstylist's eyes were almost glued to it.
Long, smooth, and shiny hair like this looks like it has been carefully maintained for many years, and if it is really cut into a short haircut...... He himself was worried that he would not be able to forgive himself.
The hairstylist heard the sound of his own heart dripping blood.
But Chao Xu didn't care, nodded and said, "Yes, I'm sure I want to cut it, and besides, remember to cut it handsomely." ”
She looked left and right, pulled Ci Mo over, pointed to his face seriously, and said, "The kind that is even more handsome than him!" ”
Suddenly approached by the girl's whole person, feeling the faint fragrance between the noses, Ci Mo's face instantly turned red, but he didn't move his position, but looked at Chao Xu seriously:
"Don't worry, you're already better looking than me, you don't need to look good anymore, you're the best-looking."
He didn't seem to be very good at complimenting, so he tossed and turned for a long time, repeating his good looks three times, a little clumsy, and cautious.
"I have an eye, I think so too."
I didn't know how to write the word modesty at all, so Chao Xu nodded approvingly, "However, I feel like I can look a little better." ”
Glancing at the hairstylist, Chao Xu narrowed his eyes and threatened, "If it's not good-looking, I'll beat you." ”
The hairstylist, who was still pitying Chao Xu's long hair, broke out in an instant.
I don't know why, but he always felt that he was serious.
Tremblingly picking up the scissors, the hairstylist swallowed his saliva and said, "Then I'll start cutting." ”
"Click".
The knife fell, and the sprinkled green silk fell to the ground.