After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 42 The Daily Life of the Poison Empress (42)

Without this one, Ding Bao opened the drawer again, and the top drawer was filled with colorful hair ribbons.

"Master Cen, pick one you like."

Cen Yao looked down at the dazzling array of ribbons, without saying a word.

Maybe it's because the man is not good at expressing, and he is also a master who can't show his emotions. After a long silence, he closed the drawer door, then picked up the jade comb on the table, and handed it to Ding Bao.

"Use this and comb it for me."

What the hell.

Ding Bao frowned, watching the comb that the man handed over remained silent.

In the past, others helped her to tidy her hair, so when she needed to do it herself.

With such long hair, she doesn't have the energy to comb it neatly from top to bottom.

But after Cen Yao said that, Ding Bao picked up the comb and stroked his hair casually.

"Okay, the wind and snow outside have stopped, Mr. Cen can go."

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On the spacious dark bed, the man turned over. After a while of silence, he finally got up expressionlessly, leaning against the bed rail and looking down at the things in his hands.

The emerald jade hairpin, there was a barely visible crack on the body of the hairpin, and it was slightly flawed when touched. He had no choice but to find the best craftsman, but he still couldn't completely repair this mark.

The hosta feels slightly cool to the touch.

The man's face was sullen, with black hair hanging down, covering most of his fair face.

After a while, he got up and got out of bed, and took out the pink and white palace gown from the box under the bed.

In the dimness, the man's tall figure gradually became thinner and shorter, and finally he put on a well-made and perfect mask and put on the long palace dress.

The long night is bright and the moon is bright, and the figures are sparse.

Ding Bao sent Cen Yao away and went to bed. When the wind and snow outside returned, he was already sleeping soundly.

So, when someone whispered in her ear like a ghost, Ding Bao woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Su Xiu's face hidden in the shadows, and those deep black eyes.

For a moment, Ding Bao's brain froze, and he subconsciously felt that in this era when he was allowed to become a genius before the founding of the People's Republic of China, Su Xiu, who died tragically, came to her to reminisce about the past.

My mind was spinning a thousand times, and my face was a little nervous.

Hell it's her first time, what should I do?
"Su Xiu, why are you looking for me if you don't go to him?"

There is a wronged person and a debtor, and it was Cen Yao who killed her, not her Ding Bao!

As soon as the words fell, Su Xiu standing beside the bed looked puzzled.

"Sister, what are you talking about?"

elder sister?

Ding Bao came to his senses, sat up from the bed with a "crash", tried to open his eyes wide and looked at the person standing in front of him, and finally realized what was going on, he was not well.

"Ah... I'm dreaming. Su Xiu, why are you here? Are you feeling better?"

"I've sweated tonight and my health is much better. Thinking of the night's cold dew, I was afraid that the people around me would not take good care of you, so I came here directly."

After finishing speaking, she looked at Ding Bao again, her brows were slightly frowned, as if worried.

"Sister, your hair is not dry yet, be careful tomorrow you will have a headache."

Good guy.

Ding Bao finally understood that this dog man stayed up most of the night to play cosplay, just to find a fair reason to comb her hair.

Absolutely.

Cen Yao is good at torturing people.

Just to comb her hair, he still came up with this trick.

There's no way, he doesn't think it's troublesome, Ding Bao has nothing to say, he can only sit in front of the mirror with a bitter face, let Cen Yao wipe and comb her hair in a huff.

(End of this chapter)