Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

"That's it?" The stylist moved down another inch.

Mu Ying thought about it again, "Longer?"

The stylist smiled and compared to the collarbone: "Here?"

Mu Ying nodded: "Yes."

The stylist smiled and said, "After the cut, it may not be much different from now, but I can help you with a little more layering. Your current hairstyle is a bit too thick, is that okay?"

She nodded, thinking that the stylist was very reliable and didn't have such a big idea.

Unfortunately, she was too happy.

The stylist trimmed it scissors one by one, making it shorter and shorter. When the one-hour styling was over, Mu Ying looked at herself in the mirror, and she just wanted to turn back the time and go back to an hour ago. She would never walk in.

In all fairness, the stylist's level is indeed good, but this is too layered. At first glance, the length seems to reach the collarbone, but in fact it can't be tied at all.

The young master just said in the morning that she is suitable for long hair, but she cut it short in the evening. I don't know what the young master will think when he sees it.

She tried to gather her hair and wanted to tie it up, but the stylist immediately stopped her, "It looks good, it complements your face shape, and it also fits your temperament. Don't tie it up."

Mu Ying had no choice but to put down her hands again, looking at herself in the mirror, well, it's not ugly.

Besides, she decided not to please someone who didn't love her anymore, so she cut her hair short.

Cut it and cut it, there is nothing to worry about.He didn't want to care what the young master thought, anyway, all he thought about was Xiao Jiu.

Thinking of this, Mu Ying immediately thanked the stylist, saying that she was satisfied, and went to pay the bill.

However, Huo Senze had already paid for her. After Mu Ying asked the amount, she decided to transfer the money to him later, and then she strode out of the styling room.

When I got home, it was already dark, and the young master hadn't come back yet.

Where did this go?In the past, the young master would tell her where he was going, but today he didn't say anything, which was a bit strange.

Mu Ying was a little worried, so she called Geng Chi and asked him about the young master's whereabouts, because Geng Chi usually followed the young master as a personal bodyguard.

After Geng Chi answered the phone, he faltered and said that the young master was socializing.

Geng Chi was in front of her, so long as he lied, he would reveal his truth. Mu Ying asked him directly: "Tell the truth, why did the young master go?"

"Master won't let me tell you..."

"Are you with me, or with the young master?"

"I……"

"Well, I won't make it difficult for you. If you tell me the truth, I will accompany you to practice skydiving."

"Really?" Geng Chi asked excitedly.

"Say it!"

Only then did Geng Chi tell the truth.

"The young master is in the Xipan clubhouse, but you don't have to worry, I'm here to take care of you, the young master is fine."

The young master went to the club, but he didn't let Geng Chi tell her, so what did the young master do?

"which room?"

"Aying, don't come, the young master is... busy."

No matter how Mu Ying listened, something was wrong.

The Xipan clubhouse, which is considered one of the best clubhouses in Haicheng, has a good reputation, but the water is so clear that there are no fish. It is hard to say that this kind of entertainment venue does not have a little bit of meat.

Could it be that the young master was irritated by Gu Han night during the day, thinking that he would not get Xiao Jiu anymore, so he felt depressed and went to find other women to vent?

If it wasn't to seek pleasure, why didn't Geng Chi talk about it, and Geng Chi still faltered like this?

She directly hung up Geng Chi's phone, got in the car and went to the Xipan clubhouse. Geng Chi didn't tell her the room number, so she naturally had a way to find out.

Mu Ying stepped on the accelerator all the way to the bottom, and overtook the car, wishing to fly over immediately.

But the more I wanted to go faster, the slower I became. The red lights on the road followed one after another.

She stopped at the intersection and waited impatiently for the red light, and scenes of the young master's life in these years flashed before her eyes.

In fact, the young master is very restrained when it comes to matters between men and women.

He said that men are often ruined by the lower body, so he must stay awake at all times, and don't want to be led away by his own desires.

What is the reason this time?