Ye Jue rushed downstairs in one go, walked to the car, opened the door, and put Song Yan in the car.

Song Yan sat in the car, breathed a sigh of relief, and then glared at him: "Don't carry me still, I'm not your sandbag." ”

"If you were a punching bag, I wouldn't carry you like that." Ye Jue raised his eyebrows, bent down, approached her, and blew lightly in her ear and said, "I'm not gentle with sandbags at all. ”

Her ears were sensitive, and he blew a few cool breaths before she pushed him away.

It's not the first time he's carrying her, just as it's not the first time he's carrying her.

The monkey was in a hurry to carry it.

Angry and carried it.

I was happy to carry it.

The anti-carrying order was also carried.

In her previous life, she was the reincarnation of a sandbag.

Is there something he's happy about today?

She raised an eyebrow and looked at him: "Did you encounter something happy?" ”

Ye Jue stood in front of her, one hand on the car door, the other hand on the waist pole, squinted his eyes and said, "Song Yan, who released the news report this afternoon?" ”

He held a meeting in the province, and after the meeting, he turned on the TV and watched the overwhelming gossip news, broadcasting the news of Patriarch Feng's sister-in-law, as well as the news of his niece's promiscuity.

Ye Jue never told Song Yan that Shen Zhenggang was summoned by the military court because of the Zhao family's backbite, and he never found evidence that could defend himself, Ye Jue dealt with them a few times, and this afternoon's report can be regarded as a slap in the face of the Zhao family.

There was a crackling sound.

Do you think he can be upset.

The most important thing is that he can't think of anyone who hates Zhao Xiaoli more, he thinks that he must be a little woman, and she is going to stretch out her cat paws.

Song Yan tilted her head slightly, and her red lips hooked up a smug smile: "I did it." ”

"Shen Zheng just came out." Ye Jue said.

Song Yan was puzzled: "What do you mean?" ”

"It's nothing, you don't understand, go, brother will take you to cut your hair." Ye Jue closed the car door, went around to the main driver, and drove the car to the barber shop on the street.

When she arrived at the barber shop, after Song Yan put on her apron, Ye Jue was wrong.

He stared at the scissors in the boss's hand with two eyes, and the already good-looking face made the proprietress feel a little infiltrated.

She looked back at Ye Jue and said, "Brother Xiaobing, don't be nervous, I'll repair next to here, and I will never cut your hair again, my barbershop has been open for twenty years, and the technique is absolutely hard." ”

Song Yan looked at Ye Jue through the mirror and found that he was sitting upright on the bench, with his hands on his thighs, with a straight face, frowning, and ...... Angry.

He shouldn't be nervous that the scissors in the boss's hand will cut her hair, but he was thinking about how to kill Zhao Xiaoli.

"Boss, it's okay, you can help me cut a student's head."

With a "whoosh", Ye Jue suddenly stood up, and the long bench he was sitting on collapsed.

The proprietress was taken aback by his actions.

The soldier's rough skin, hard fists, and this expression that she owes him the whole world, she didn't dare to cut this scissors, and the proprietress handed him the scissors: "Or...... You cut it, cut it to the length you are satisfied with, and I will help you fix it. ”

"Ah, don't!" Song Yan hurriedly protected her hair......