Zhao Cheng's gaze was too sharp, and he could see the cold air in his eyes through the mirror.

The look in his eyes made the barbershop owner standing behind him feel so stressed that he was about to cut their hair.

Why is this feeling like meeting a superior leader?

He also has a bit of eyesight, and his intuition tells him that this man must not be simple.

"Ahem, okay, I don't know what kind of haircut this gentleman wants to cut."

After listening to the barber's words, Song Qing, who was sitting on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone, raised his head and glanced at Zhao Cheng

"Just cut their hair short."

After all, he is handsome, and he should look good no matter how he cuts.

"His hair ......," Song said lightly, glancing at Zhao Cheng's hair with a rubber band, and couldn't help frowning after a pause.

Although hair may not seem to her to be nothing, it may be placed on Zhao Cheng, who has passed through 1,400 years ago, it may be tantamount to a slash on him.

Although this description is a bit excessive, it also shows that the ancients valued hair.

Thinking of this, Song Qing turned off his mobile phone and put it in his pants pocket, then he stood up and walked behind Zhao Cheng.

Picking up his long hair, he couldn't help but look up at the expressionless man in the mirror.

He didn't say anything, but she saw discomfort in his eyes.

Song glanced at him lightly, and couldn't help but say, "Otherwise, we won't cut it." ”

Zhao Cheng's gaze fell on Song Qing's face through the mirror.

Does she care about him?

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and held Song Qing's hand with his backhand, "It's okay, cut it!" ”

He really didn't want people to stare at his hair when he walked out.

Song Qing still couldn't help but lean over to him and tilt his head to look at him, "Are you sure?" ”

Don't cut it, suddenly regret it, and then slap the barbershop owner to death.

It's not that she thinks about it, but it's really possible, after all, this is no one else but the famous Zhao traitor.

Zhao Cheng tilted his head and glanced at her, the two of them were a little close at this time, and as soon as he turned his head, the peerless face of elegance was clearly reflected in Song Qing's eyes.

Looking at his close-up face, Song Qing was stunned and subconsciously stood up.

Knock Knock......

The heartbeat was suddenly a little fast, and Song took a step back with a warm face.

Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, "Well, sure." ”

Song nodded lightly, "Okay, then cut it!" ”

Looking at Zhao Cheng's long inky hair, Song Qing suddenly thought of something, she stretched out her hand and gestured on Zhao Cheng's hair, then turned her head and said to the barber: "This hair is cut off from here for me first, and he will keep it as a souvenir, how can I keep such long hair, I have feelings."

Song Qing said lightly and did not forget to turn his head and explain to the barbershop proprietress on the other side, "By the way, my nephew's hair will be cut off first, and I will be given it first." ”

"Okay, yes, it's a pity to cut and lose such good hair like this, maybe you can make a wig or something in the future."

The words fell, and the barber's scissors finally shot at the hair of Zhao Cheng and his son.

Click......

Click......

The hair of Zhao Cheng's father and son was quickly cut off, and their long hair, which was cut off in unison, was also tied up by Song Qing neatly with a leather band.

Song Qing looked down at the hair tied in his hands.

This is the hair of Emperor Dongyue and his father Zhao Chengxiang.

Speaking of which, this is also an antique, right?

Who can believe that she is an ordinary citizen with the hair of two bigwigs from 1,400 years ago.