Qin Muhan said with a pale face, "You know, my company still has a lot of work to deal with waiting for me, and I can't be by your side twenty-four hours a day." ”

Besides, he still has a wife.

In the future, he will have children with Wushuang.

He can't ignore his wife and children because of Lin Muxue, right?

Lin Muxue noticed Qin Muhan's impatience and coldness, and apologized in a choked voice:

"I'm sorry, Brother Mu Han, it's me who is not good, as soon as I think of Chu Feng's departure, my depression will have an uncontrollable attack."

"As soon as I got sick, I suddenly felt bored living again, and my stomach hurt when I was in a bad mood."

"I can't trust anyone when I'm uncomfortable, I can only think of Chu Feng telling you that you are the most reliable, no one can believe it, I can only trust you."

"That's why I'm desperate to stick to you."

She sobbed and said, "I know I'm a burden to live." ”

"In the future, I will control my own condition and try to try not to disturb you."

"Go get busy! Good bye. ”

Lin Muxue finished her words in a choked voice, and without waiting for Qin Muhan to reply, she hung up the phone conveniently.

Qin Muhan heard Lin Muxue's crying words, and suddenly thought of Chu Feng's entrustment before his death, and he was a little unbearable.

He called back again.

After a while, Qin Muhan hung up the phone and turned around and walked to the bathroom.

Now.

Mo Wushuang had just finished brushing his teeth and washing his face, and he was combing his waist-length black hair with a comb that was as beautiful as silk.

As soon as Qin Muhan walked into the bathroom, he saw a stunning picture that seemed to be a beauty in a painting scroll entering reality.

At this moment, Mo Wushuang's little face is red in the white, delicate and pink like a lotus flower in bloom, beautiful and indescribable.

The action of combing her long hair is obviously so ordinary and natural, but her every move of combing her hair is full of indescribable style, which is particularly moving.

"I'll help you comb your hair!"

Qin Muhan couldn't help but walk behind Mo Wushuang and take the comb from Mo Wushuang's hands.

Mo Wushuang turned his head to look at Qin Muhan suspiciously: "Do you know how to comb your hair?" ”

Qin Muhan coughed and replied seriously: "I will, I comb my own hair." ”

Mo Wushuang: "......"

After the corners of her mouth twitched, she reached out to take back the comb in Qin Muhan's hand:

"How short is your hair? You better give me back the comb and let me comb my own hair!" ”

"I've lost a lot of hair lately, and if you do another second injury, I can't afford to hurt it."

She doesn't want to be a bald girl yet.

Qin Muhan heard Mo Wushuang's words full of suspicion, and hurriedly promised:

"I've combed my mommy's hair, and I promise I won't let your hair hurt."

As he spoke, Qin Muhan couldn't put it down, touching Mo Wushuang's long black hair like satin:

"Your hair is so thick to the touch, it's not bald at all, you don't have to worry."

"Who said I was worried I'd go bald?" Mo Wushuang subconsciously retorted.

As soon as the words fell, she immediately covered her mouth in annoyance.

Annoying! She accidentally said what was in her heart.

Mo Wushuang coughed:

"Ahem...... I mean, then bother you to comb your hair, I'm not worried about going bald at all, my hair is very thick and thick. ”

Qin Muhan looked at Mo Wushuang's annoyed appearance, and couldn't help but chuckle:

"Okay, I promise I'll give you a haircut that suits you perfectly."

Although he only braided his mother when he was a child, it was for a genius like him who never forgot and learned everything quickly......

Tying your hair is a very simple thing.

With absolute confidence, Qin Muhan took a comb behind Mo Wushuang, and seriously combed Mo Wushuang's waist-length hair.

Mo Wushuang was also full of absolute trust in Qin Muhan, and took out his mobile phone directly from his pajama pocket to check the WeChat messages of the male models.

She used a small program designed by the computer to skillfully answer the questions of those male models, and by the way, she skillfully raised a few questions that were not easy for male models to find out that they were investigating customer information.

Now, she checks WeChat messages just to test the results and see if she can come up with a valid answer.

Ten minutes later.

Qin Muhan's beautiful forehead was covered with sweat, and Mo Wushuang said helplessly:

"Haven't you tied it yet?"

"If you don't know how to tie your hair, you don't have to force yourself, so let me tie my hair myself, right?"

Qin Muhan said depressedly and helplessly:

"I seem to finally understand why your hair looked so strange before."

"It turns out that combing your hair is a very difficult thing to do."

"If you don't master the art of tying your hair, the result can be a disaster."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Mo Wushuang's chicken-nest-like hair in distress.

Obviously, not long ago, he saw Mo Wushuang's hair as smooth and delicate as black satin, and now?

All he could see was a mess of chicken-nest-like hair, hovering over Mo Wushuang's head.

Mo Wushuang heard Qin Muhan's answer, put down his phone and looked up at the makeup mirror.

Looking at himself with the head of the chicken nest in the makeup mirror, the corners of Mo Wushuang's mouth couldn't help twitching:

"That's what you call your hair?"

Qin Muhan bowed his head in shame, his demonic and handsome face was full of gloom and sadness, and there was an indescribable regret:

"Wife, I didn't play well this time, and I will definitely play well next time."

Mo Wushuang: "......"

Thanks, not needed!

She took the comb from Qin Muhan's hand, but it was only a matter of a few minutes, and her hair was instantly combed neatly, and she also tied a very beautiful high ponytail and fishbone braid.

This kind of ink is unique, it looks pure and moving, full of vitality, and is particularly attractive.

Qin Muhan picked up Mo Wushuang's fishbone braid, and after observing it left and right for a while, Jun's face was serious and serious:

"Wife, your hair is tied wrong, I remember that the braids are not like this."

"......" Mo Wushuang glanced at Qin Muhan, snatched his fishbone braid from Qin Muhan's hand, and immediately replied lightly:

"You're right, because braids aren't tied like that."

"I'm done, you can wash up slowly!"

After Mo Wushuang finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave.

At this time, Qin Muhan suddenly reached out and grabbed Mo Wushuang's wrist, and said with a serious face:

"Then your hair is tied wrong, why don't you quickly disassemble your hair and tie it again?"

"No need." Mo Wushuang replied as he packed up his things.

Qin Muhan said anxiously:

"Aren't you afraid that people will laugh at you when you go out like this, and you won't be able to tie your braids?"

The corners of Mo Wushuang's mouth twitched, and he glanced at Qin Muhan's anxious face amusedly, and said lightly:

"Brother Han, don't worry! No one will laugh at me because ......"