Shen Jiaojiao couldn't help frowning.

What hair? What exactly is the same?

Fu Yan replied, what kind of madness is this?

poked a small hole in the window, Shen Jiaojiao peeked in, and was startled when she saw Fu Yanhui's appearance of being a ghost or a ghost.

What happened to her hair? What did it look like?

Ghost shaved head?

Shen Jiaojiao thought about it for a while, and could only think of this kind of supernatural direction.

Because she knew in her heart that with Fu Yanhui's arrogance, it was impossible for her to allow her head to raise questions.

And with her true identity, I'm afraid few people have the ability to make her like this.

It's not a hell of a thing, what other explanation can there be?

Deserve!

Shen Jiaojiao secretly snickered in her heart, she had done so many bad things, and she was finally retributed, right?

What's the use of just knowing that it's hard to be a maid? Where is the maid going to get her real hair?

The parents of the body shall not be damaged.

Whether it is a peddler or a dignitary, they all cherish their hair very much.

For many people, hair is no different from life.

Even if you give more money, who will want to give you their life?

Although the handful of hair in Fu Yanhui's hand was indeed a little cold, it must have taken a lot of effort to get that handful of hair.

Where can I get her good black and shiny hair?

"Miss, I really can't buy it." The maids trembled and explained to Fu Yan, "No matter how much money you give, no one will sell it." ”

"We can't help it."

"Humph!" Fu Yan sneered back, "There's no way? ”

She pointed to the crumpled black hair on the table next to her, "Then you guys get my hair done for me!" ”

"This ......" the maids looked at the mess of dusty and grassy hair, and their hearts were furious.

When the hair was first shaved, it was very casual and fell directly to the ground.

Later, Fu Yan hugged her hair and cried, cursed and abused, and she had already rubbed it unpresently.

Now letting them unravel a thousand threads one by one is tantamount to a fool's dream.

How is that possible?

Anxious and afraid, the maids had no choice but to kneel down and ask for guilt, "The slave is incompetent, please forgive the young lady!" ”

Listening to the maids calling themselves Miss again and again, Fu Yanhui was even more panicked in his heart, but he couldn't say it, so he could only continue to vent with his hair.

"Incompetent? You are indeed incompetent! ”

"I can't find a single hair, what do you want?!"

"I'm telling you, if you can't find the hair I want before this month's annual convention, give me your own hair!"

Fu Yan finished speaking, no matter what the maids thought, he directly waved them away, "Get out, get out, a bunch of useless waste!" ”

Driving everyone away, Fu Yanhui reached out and tore up the letter that Mrs. Xu gave her, gritting her teeth with hatred.

This Mrs. Xu, who doesn't know where she got the news, seems to know that she was cut off, and deliberately wrote a letter to stimulate her!

even invited her to take the white frost with her to participate in the annual meeting of Nalaoshzi.

She wasn't interested in that conference, but if she didn't participate, wouldn't it make Mrs. Xu's guy see the joke? Confirmed that your hair was cut?

If so, how can she have the face to go out in the future?

Clenched his fists, Fu Yanhui secretly gritted his teeth, he must not let that Mrs. Xu succeed!

Looking at Fu Yanhui's angry appearance, Shen Jiaojiao felt very comfortable in her heart.

The person who shaved Fu Yanhui's hair really wanted to get to know him.

No matter who he is, it's really nice to be able to do such a thing.

Leaving Fu Yan and returning here, Shen Jiaojiao and Tang He were looking for their grandfather's figure while secretly thinking in their hearts.

That year-end meeting, since Fu Yanhui cares so much, of course she has to join in the fun......

After looking for a while, Shen Jiaojiao suddenly heard a noise not far away.

Quietly walked over to take a look, and sure enough, it was hoarfrost.

"Let me in!" Holding his latest painting in his hand, Bai Shuang tried to enter the Ink Pavilion Garden, but was stopped by a guard who didn't know where it came from.

I was inexplicable, "I am the master of the Bai family, the granddaughter of Bai Moting, is there still a place in this Bai family that I can't enter?" ”

But if she said anything, the guards just ignored her, like a stone, motionless.

But when she tried to break in, the guards would stop her with their cold, sharp swords.

The meaning is also very obvious, roll or die.

Of course, Bai Shuang didn't want to die, so he said two more cruel words, and finally left helplessly.

Shen Jiaojiao frowned, not understanding what these guards were about.

Why is my grandfather still locked up by the guards in his own house?

Is this Fu Yanhui's handiwork?

With a cold air in her heart, Shen Jiaojiao let Tang He lure the guards away, and she entered the Moting Garden.

As soon as she entered, a wave of anger rose in Shen Jiaojiao's heart.

There are two kinds of scenes, inside and outside the garden.

Outside the garden, pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, everything is in order.

Although it is not very luxurious, it is also the appearance of a scholarly family.

But in this garden, the grass is barren, the leaves fall and no one cleans the ground, and the houses not far away look like they haven't been repaired for a long time, and they look dilapidated everywhere.

The dove occupies the magpie's nest, and even drove the old finch to the most dilapidated and inconspicuous corner of this white mansion.

Fu Yan replied that she was waiting for her grandfather to die.

Yes, if Grandpa died, there might be no one to look at her angrily and remind her of the good things she had done!

Holding back the monstrous anger in her heart, Shen Jiaojiao came to the room.

The room is shabby, but it's clean.

There is no subordinate.

That's right, the former subordinates of Baifu should have "disappeared" long ago.

After all, Bai Yueqiu's appearance, others may not know, and it is impossible for the descendants of Bai Mansion not to know.

For the sake of the royal family's face, those who know will never exist.

And his grandfather should not be willing to accept the subordinates found by the Fu family.

Although people may not know anything, if she is a grandfather, she will never accept it.

Because the diaphragm should be.

Walking in slowly, Shen Jiaojiao couldn't help pinching the corners of her clothes with excitement.

She had never been so excited, never so apprehensive.

Not when you got married, not when you were in the cave room, not when you were leaving, not when you stabbed the enemy, not when you ascended the throne, and not even when you found your father.

The person in front of her is her mother's father.

Will he like her?

Would he be able to recognize her?

Is she like her mother?

Shen Jiaojiao was still nervous and not ready, but Bai Moting suddenly turned around as if she sensed something.

At that glance, the indescribable emotions made Shen Jiaojiao want to cry.

It is waiting, it is anticipation, it is surprise, it is love.

For the first time, Shen Jiaojiao felt that she could cry.

You can be like a child, without scruples, without patience to cry......