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"Brother, you came just in time, help me get her hair."

Nan Anjun twisted her eyebrows irritably, looking unhappy.

"What's wrong with the hair?"

Qingyin felt a warmth on her head, and was rubbed on the top of her head by Ye Yucang's broad palm.

"Her hair is so knotted that I can't comb it no matter how I comb it, I'm out of line, if I comb it again, I can't help but cut it off with scissors."

Nan Anyun said in a domineering tone.

Ye Maocang's expression was faint, and imperceptible dark waves flowed under his eyes.

"You're still so impatient."

The slightly impatient tone made Nan Anyun smile.

"Brother, hurry up and comb her hair, I have to take her to see grandpa."

"Now I know I'm in a hurry."

Ye Mao glanced sideways, and his gaze swept over the soft pink cheeks.

deliberately slowed down the tone and led her towards the sofa.

Nan Anyun casually threw the comb at him, and Ye Haocang held it firmly with one hand, without even turning his eyes sideways.

Unhurriedly picked up a long section of hair, and the movements were extremely elegant.

Compared with Nan Anyun's impatient and shoddy methods, Ye Haocang is much more gentle.

Qingyin didn't feel the pain of being dragged on her scalp, nor did she feel her hair being combed off one after another.

On the contrary, when Ye Maocang carefully parted her hair, the feeling of caring in the palm of her hand made Qingyin's heart feel a warm current.

"Forget it, I'll go downstairs first."

Nan Anjun is really not a patient person.

She couldn't stand the action of Ye Haocang, who was almost about to part the knotted hair one by one.

The sound of closing the door sounded, and Nan Anjun was really gone.

In the room, there were only two people left, Ye Mao Cang and Qingyin.

The room was too quiet, and the shallow breathing of the two could be heard.

Qingyin didn't know what to say, the sight behind her was too hot, and she had the illusion of being seen through by the night.

"The ......"

The soft meow of a cat is a little muffled.

The man raised his eyebrows, "What?" ”

Didn't he hear that? The tone is soft and muffled.

There are some things that she only dares to say once.

If she hadn't heard it, she wouldn't have repeated it a second time.

"Nothing." The tone is detached.

The man's dark eyes were smiling.

The tone was unhurried, "So you want to hug me." ”

“…… No! Whisper's cheeks turned red, and he was a little panicked, didn't he hear it?

How did you say it again! "I'm just explaining, I'm afraid you misunderstood what happened before, don't take it seriously."

"It's been taken seriously." Ye Mao Cang said.

The voice of emotion cannot be heard, and the soft tone is automatically understood as indifference.

As everyone knows, the man's lips pursed slightly, and he hooked a trace of arc evilly.

Men rarely laugh, and her always cold expression has been repeatedly broken by her today.

Letting go of the last strand of combed hair, Ye Hao Cang pulled her whole body towards herself.

Flicked her broken bangs and said, "Go downstairs, everyone is waiting for you." ”

In fact, the people below have been waiting for almost two hours, and they are not in a hurry at this moment.

The light voice was a little cramped, "I still don't want to go." ”

She didn't understand why someone had come to see her, and it was better to do less and make fewer mistakes here.

"Reason."

The eyes of the night are as dark as paint, reflecting the shadow of a light sound.

After hesitating for a while, he replied in a light voice, "I don't know anyone." ”

"Just know me."

Ye Haocang grabbed her hand, pulled her up, and gave her a reassuring look.

The nervous mood of the light voice seemed to be appeased for a moment, and even the eyes no longer retreated.