It's a bit incredible just to think about it.

Zhao Cheng glanced at Song Qing, who was standing not far behind him, from the mirror.

As long as his wife and children are there, it means that changing time and space is nothing for him.

……

Cutting hair is very fast, especially cutting a man's short hair, which really doesn't take much time to get done.

Under the hairstylist's scissor trimming, Zhao Cheng and Zhao Yu's hair was cut quickly.

After cutting their hair, the two of them lay down stiffly and let the barber wash their hair, and then sat in front of the mirror and let the other party blow their hair.

Zhao Cheng looked in the mirror, the face was still the same face, but the shape had changed.

can only say that he is really uncomfortable with the current dress.

The barber blew his hair and put the hair dryer down, then looked at Zhao Cheng in the mirror and said with a smile: "Okay, are you satisfied with it?"

Anyway, he was quite satisfied.

I didn't think my craftsmanship could be so good before, but now an ordinary short broken hair can look so good.

Sure enough, this is a world of faces, as long as people are handsome enough, any hairstyle is a trend.

Zhao Yu looked at his current appearance, and couldn't help but tilt his head to look at his father, seeing that the other party was similar to himself, and his mentality was balanced in an instant.

He didn't seem to feel anything too bad right now, except that he was a little distressed about his hair.

Zhao Yu stood up and patted his clothes, and glanced at himself in the mirror.

Looking at the hair that had been cut short, he couldn't help but subconsciously touch his head, not to mention that his expression was a little indescribable.

Hair, so short.

Reached out and touched it again.

It still feels weird.

Zhao Yu stood up and walked in front of Song Qing, glanced up at his mother, and couldn't help but say, "That, aunt, is it okay for me to do this?"

It really feels weird.

Song Qing didn't speak, just looked the little boy in front of her up and down, she only felt that her little heart was about to melt now.

Sure enough, she has fallen and is gone on the road to the strange aunt.

"Kawaii."

"Zhao Yu, you are so handsome and cute." Song said lightly, stepped forward, and directly reached out to pick up Zhao Yu, approached his cheek, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Baby, you're so handsome."

Zhao Yu was dumbfounded, and raised his hand to touch his face.

He, is he being kissed by his mother?

Zhao Yu stiffly stretched out his hand to wrap around Song Qing's neck.

The mother hugged him and said that he was her baby.

Looking at such a scene, Zhao Cheng was a little sour.

That's her wife, and she hasn't taken the initiative to kiss him until now.

"Ahem, this kid is heavy, you better let him down!" Zhao Cheng said and glanced at his son.

He definitely didn't admit that he was jealous.

"It's okay, I'm in good shape." Song said softly and put down the child in his arms.

He looked at the handsome little boy standing in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out and rub his head.

After admiring Zhao Yu's little friend, Song Qing looked up at Zhao Cheng.

At this time, Zhao Cheng's short hair was black and shiny, and his skin was healthy and slightly fair.

White T-shirt, gray trousers, a pair of simple and cheap canvas shoes, he is tall and has long legs so simple to wear. was dressed like this and dressed as if she couldn't afford it.

This bastard, it's really three hundred and sixty-five degrees, no matter how you look at it, he's so handsome.

is worthy of the legendary Prime Minister Zhao Cheng with his own background, the most beautiful man at home and abroad in ancient and modern times.

Feeling Zhao Cheng's gaze falling on him, Song Qing couldn't help but look away, coughed and said, "You are very suitable for you now, you look good."