There is a breakfast shop at the entrance of the community, it is meal time at this time, it is overcrowded, Zhuang Yiman queued for a while to buy breakfast.

After eating and leaving the breakfast shop, she flagged down a taxi and headed to the studio.

When the taxi arrived at Wo'an Street with 10 minutes to go, it stopped at the traffic light, and Zhuang Yiman looked sideways at the scenery outside the window and noticed a hairdresser on the side of the street.

She pursed her lips and stared at the hairdresser for a while before she said to the taxi driver, "Master, please stop at the intersection ahead." ”

"Okay."

The traffic light turned green, the driver drove to the intersection and stopped, Zhuang Yiman paid the money and walked back to the hairdresser he had just seen.

In the four years she has been married to Xiao Jinxuan, she has been obsessed with material consumption because of the emptiness of her heart.

As a result, she pays attention to the details of everything in her life, and for four years she has been going to the same hairdresser, assigning the same hairdresser to style her, and going every three weeks.

Now that she's decided to make a change, those habits need to be broken.

After taking a deep breath, she raised the corners of her mouth and walked into the hair salon with her legs raised.

She cut her long, beautiful hair short to shoulder length, and the ends of her hair were curled inward, looking pretty and elegant.

And when she walked into the studio with her new hairstyle, the faces of the employees in the studio showed surprise.

Zhou Bowen stepped forward, first greeted him warmly, and then asked curiously, "Why did you cut your hair short on a whim?" ”

Zhuang Yiman didn't answer, and asked rhetorically: "Is it good-looking?" ”

While asking, he didn't forget to wink at him playfully with his right eye and put off an electric charge.

Zhou Bowen couldn't help laughing, and replied in a sincere tone: "It's good-looking, it's very good-looking." ”

Song Lei, a designer on the side, heard the conversation between the two, and then praised: "The main thing is that she looks beautiful, so she looks good in any haircut." ”

Zhuang Yiman's eyes were smiling, and there seemed to be autumn waves rippling in her clear eyes, and she said softly and sweetly: "Thank you." ”

Song Lei then asked, "Boss, is it still the same hairdresser who helped you do the styling?" ”

Zhuang Yiman smiled and shook his head indifferently: "No, it's just that I happened to pass by a hairdresser and went in to cut my hair." ”

As her words fell, Song Lei and Zhou Bowen glanced at each other very tacitly, and saw a trace of surprise in each other's eyes.

Although the two have not known Zhuang Yiman for a long time, they still know her a little bit after this period of contact.

Like other ladies in high society, Zhuang Yiman is very concerned about her image, regularly exercising every week, going to beauty salons, going to spas or massages, and going to hairdressers every few weeks, and almost all the places she goes to are fixed, and even the people who serve them may be fixed.

The two knew the hairdresser that Zhuang Yiman frequented, and they also knew that the hairdresser she appointed was quite famous in the hairdressing industry.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Yiman would change his normal behavior and go to an unknown hairdresser to get a new haircut.

Zhuang Yiman noticed their surprised gazes, but he didn't explain, but said with a smile: "I'll go upstairs first." ”

Then he turned and went upstairs to his office.

Due to illness, Zhuang Yiman did not have the opportunity to log in to social software to view information in the past two days.

After arriving at the office, she turned on the phone and logged in to Weibo, only to find that the topic that had made netizens talk about it in the past two days turned out to be ...... Jiang Yuezhe carried the woman to the hospital in the evening, suspected to be his girlfriend.