Chapter 39 Cash or WeChat?
Suddenly, the hairstylist took a step back, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and said, "Okay, you turn around and let me take a look." β
Squinted his eyes, Chao Xu's eyes hurt from the broken hair that had been cut off, and he turned his head and said, "Is it already okay?" Then I can go wash my face, it hurts to death. β
She rubbed her eyes roughly, and in a short time, her eyes had turned red.
The hairstylist on the side saw it, but couldn't help but breathe, and didn't say a word.
It's, it's so handsome!
Before he moved the scissors, he never thought about it, just cut it a few times, and a person could see this kind of situation!
Before, at the first glance of Chaoxu, he defined the girl in front of him as a well-behaved and delicate porcelain doll, and cutting her hair short may look very feminine and peaceful.
But when the finished product came out, he understood what it meant to be a real experience!
The fine black hair has a few restless curls, and the fluffy and slightly curly hair is on the porcelain-like texture, which is delicate and compelling.
An innate nobility, combined with the eyes that squinted unconsciously because of the stinging eyes, and a slightly impatient expression, he is like a proud noble son who came out of the comics!
"How do you speak?"
Suddenly dumb?
The hairstylist stammered, "That, that, Iβcanβ"
For the rest of the words, the hairstylist's face turned red, but he didn't hold it back.
Order: ......
Oh, it turned out to be a stammer.
"Can I take a few pictures of you?!"
The hairstylist finally got the word out.
But I didn't control my emotions, and the voice was amazing.
Chao Xuan was puzzled, "My photo? What are you going to do with it?"
Clenching his fingers, the hairstylist laughed twice, "After a while, I may want to make a portfolio and want to register your photos on it." β
When he made this request, he was actually a little nervous, although the person in front of him, although he didn't know his identity when he was called, but at a glance, he knew that he was absolutely unusual.
I don't know if people with such conditions will surrender their status.
But even if he can't include the Dao album, he must beg for a few photos with a dead face.
For no reason, this face is too superior.
The face is okay, but this body doesn't know what kind of family it is, what kind of experience it has cultivated, and it can't be imitated by others.
Raising her eyes uneasily, seeing Chao Xu frowning slightly, the hairstylist chuckled violently in her heart, worried about whether she would agree.
Just as he was about to tell the result first, Chaoxu spoke.
Touching the flat pocket, she looked serious, "Will you give money?" β
"Huh?" The hairstylist looked confused, and subconsciously said, "I will definitely give it!" β
"That's fine."
Chao Xu skillfully took out his mobile phone, entered the password, and said without raising his head: "Cash or WeChat?" Or Alipay, I can too. ββ
While speaking, the hairstylist made a trance, and the mobile phone with the QR code reached under his nose.
The person who looked as noble as a noble son urged him with his eyes.
The ghost made a miracle, the hairstylist really turned on the phone, typed a number at random, and scanned the code to call it.
Listening to the arrival prompt, Chao Xu nodded with satisfaction and patted the hairstylist on the shoulder, "Looking forward to the next cooperation." β
After speaking, she put her mobile phone in her pocket, she happily went over to stop the resignation, and said proudly: "Go!" Today I have a treat! β
Hairstylist: ......
In the blink of an eye, he suddenly began to doubt life.
Is there something wrong with the world, or is there something wrong with his eyes?