A good night's sleep.

The next day, he was woken up by the sound of rustling in the house.

She yawned and sat up to look, and saw Mu Beiting blowing his hair in the mirror of the dresser.

Not to mention how stinky and beautiful.

"Ah Ci, are you awake?" Mu Beiting saw her get up and greeted her with a smile.

The words rubbed his eyes, and said angrily: "Why don't you blow your hair in the bathroom?" Instead ran here to blow? ”

The bathroom is the best place to dry your hair.

The words were suddenly a little worried, was she not in line with Mu Beiting's living habits? Will the two often have conflicts in the future, and then their relationship will fade, and then they will go their separate ways?

Forehead......

It shouldn't be, during the time when they lived in Yan's house in the future, the two of them were obviously very good.

Could it really be that Mu Beiting began to get up casually?

The words twitched the corners of his mouth: to be exact, he hadn't gotten himself yet!

Of course Mu Beiting didn't know, but because of a detail of blowing his hair, his words had already made up the entire emotional and ethical drama in the second half of their lives.

Hearing the verbal complaints, he squinted and smiled: "I'm not here to blow my hair, how can you wake up?" ”

When I heard the words, I became even more angry.

It turned out that Mu Beiting deliberately woke her up.

I don't know how fierce she is when she gets up!

Yan sat there, staring at Mu Beiting with a bitter face, exuding resentment.

"Hurry up, we've got to line up after dinner." As if he couldn't see her black face, Mu Beiting turned his head and glanced at the words urgically, and then sorted out his hairstyle again.

The words were stunned, and after glancing at Mu Beiting with uncertain eyes, he slowly went to the bathroom to wash.

When he finished washing up his words and sat down at the dining table downstairs, he saw Mu Beiting wearing a delicate pure black handmade suit, his hair was not messy, his leather shoes were shiny, and he looked like he was going to get married.

It's so handsome.

It's also too inexplicable.

They all stunned her.

And when Mu Beiting saw the words, he was wearing a half-new gray tracksuit, his hair was messy, and he was casually coiled behind his head.

He endured it with a plain face, after all, the appearance of his words was still online.

But can you trouble her to burn and comb her hair?

Mu Beiting didn't need to think about it, she knew that her hair was still the hairstyle before she went to bed last night, and it is estimated that this morning, she scratched it twice with her hand, but she didn't take it apart and tie it again.

He immediately frowned, looked at her disapprovingly and nagged: "I really didn't say you, Ah Ci, you can't wear some normal clothes, look at your gray body, and then look at your hair, if you don't wash it, forget it, can't you comb it seriously?" ”

Anyway, they're going to get the certificate.

Rhetoric is like going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and it is too unimportant.

I got up two hours early and started tidying up.

After hearing this, his face slowly darkened.

Old Man Mu watched with a smile as the lazy girl was reprimanded by his grandson, this scene was rare, and he was very excited to watch.

"You, you really don't look like a girl at all, it's a good thing to meet me, if it's ......"

Mu Beiting's nagging continued, just like Tang Seng, staring at her early in the morning, looking up and down unpleasantly, and finding faults was too obvious.

The words patiently closed his eyes, he couldn't help it, and of course he went back, "Why are you talking about me?" Isn't that what I do every day? Why don't you look good today, hum, you go to work by yourself, I'm full. ”