The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

As soon as he entered the house, Li Changpu put Jiang Tingxia down.

Jiang Tingxia couldn't make any more noise when she saw the mess in the house. She admitted her mistake, but what those people said was too rude.

She stood there obediently, waiting to be scolded by Li Changpu.

She looked up to see his expression, but saw that one of Li Changpu's hands was pitch black.

Eh? Isn't that the hand he just covered his mouth with?

Jiang Tingxia got angry again, "Your hands are so dirty, and you touch my face?"

Li Changpu looked at the cigarette ash on his hands, then looked at the cat in front of him who was blaming him, and snorted coldly, "It's not my hands that are dirty, it's your face that is dirty."

When Jiang Tingxia heard what he said, she immediately ran to the mirror and looked at the person in the mirror. She screamed.

Li Changpu covered his ears to block the evil sound attack.

Jiang Tingxia felt as if she was struck by lightning. She had just been arguing with someone outside for a long time with such a look on her face!

Were they scolded and ran away by her, or were they scared away by her?

Li Changpu put the basin rack next to the door, scooped half a basin of cold water, and ordered, "Wash your face."

Then go and clean up the messy house yourself.

When Jiang Tingxia was feeling a little touched, she heard him say, "Don't scare people."

Scary?! She?

If looks could kill, Jiang Tingxia would have killed him thousands of times with her eyes.

But Li Changpu remained calm. He threw the burnt ashes and half-burned firewood out of the door. After sweeping away the dust and garbage on the ground, he filled a basin with clean water and wiped the surroundings carefully with a rag.

After cleaning, everything was restored, except that a spot on the wall was blackened, but it was no big problem.

On the contrary, the person who caused the trouble had dull eyes and looked dejected like a victim.

Because Jiang Tingxia remembered the ugly look in the mirror so clearly, she was so depressed that she didn't even want to eat.

When had Jiang Tingxia ever been so embarrassed?

Li Changpu's face looked a little ugly.

He said angrily, "Eat."

Jiang Tingxia was in the wrong to begin with and didn't want to make him angry anymore, so she walked over reluctantly, took a couple of bites, and then floated away like a wandering soul.

Li Changpu felt that she must have been frightened by what had just happened. She was almost burned by the fire and was surrounded and criticized by a group of people.

Just now when he hurried back, he saw her looking absent-minded, shivering and pitiful.

It's the same now, her two big eyes are blank as if she's going to cry in the next second. Li Changpu thought, maybe she's scared silly.

He was a little worried and called her name tentatively, "Jiang Tingxia?"

Fortunately, she still responded.

She walked over slowly, "Li Changpu"

Li Changpu felt relieved and replied, "Yeah."

The girl suddenly jumped close to him, and they were face to face. He could see the fuzz on the girl's face clearly.

"Can you... find me an iron rod?"

She stretched out her white and slender fingers, "I want one as thick as a finger."

She put her hand in front of his face and waved it, "Look, it's as thick as a thumb."

She gestured with her hands again, "This long will do."

The girl's eyelashes fluttered, and the slight breeze she created fell on his face.

Look at her sparkling eyes, she doesn't look scared at all.

Li Changpu turned his face slightly away from her, took a bite of the steamed bread, and said expressionlessly, "What do you want to do?"

Jiang Tingxia looked at him seriously, "Don't worry about it, can you find it for me?"

Li Changpu frowned so hard that a fly could be pinched to death. "Just stay still and don't make any trouble."

Jiang Tingxia's request was rejected, and his expression suddenly changed. He turned around and walked away, muttering, "Is this what you call trouble?"

Jiang Tingxia saw that he had a stern face and looked cold and hard, so she thought that there was no hope for him and had to think of other ways in her mind.

Li Changpu finished his meal, cleaned up, and then squatted in the corner, making some clanging noises, no one knew what he was doing.

Jiang Tingxia had no time to worry about him. She was sitting aside sighing when suddenly an iron rod was extended in front of her. It was the kind she wanted.

She took it as if it were a treasure and said, "Wow, this is amazing!"

Li Changpu rubbed his nose, feeling a little embarrassed by her praise.

Her voice is very sweet and innocent, with a playful ending, like a little kitten scratching in the palm of your hand, which makes your heart melt.

"Actually, I just found it randomly."

Jiang Tingxia was teasing him on purpose, and immediately responded in a very pretentious manner, "How amazing! How perfect!"

"Iron Rod"

The corner of Li Changpu's mouth, which had just been raised, tightened for a second.

Jiang Tingxia saw his unnatural look and smiled slyly.

Let him call her scary.

……

It was not time to go to work yet, so Li Changpu lay down and took a short rest.

Jiang Tingxia took out a small iron plate, poured a layer of white wine on it, and lit it. A blue flame appeared on it.

She wrapped one end of the iron stick with a towel, held one side of the towel in her hand, and roasted it over the fire for a while.

Then she grabbed a strand of hair and looked at it from left to right in front of the mirror.

Just now the stove caught fire, and when the fire came out it burned a little hair on my forehead. Although it wasn't serious and could only be seen if you looked carefully, Jiang Tingxia couldn't tolerate even the slightest imperfection in himself.

She cares the most about her image. In the past, even when she went out to walk the dog, she had to wear a full set of lipstick, eyebrows and jewelry, not to mention such an inappropriate hairstyle.

She thought of perming her hair into curls, which would perfectly hide her flaws.

Just do it.

She wet a lock of hair with water and then wrapped it around a hot iron rod several times.

After repeating this several times, the hair that had just been burned merged perfectly with the curly hair.

Li Changpu saw Jiang Tingxia's series of actions and really didn't understand what she was doing. From his perspective, Jiang Tingxia heated the iron rod over the fire, and then wrapped her hair around it over and over again. In the end, her hair became like a spring...

The man turned over impatiently and faced her with his cold back.

Jiang Tingxia didn't bother to care about him. She looked at her curly hair in the mirror admiringly and thought happily that she didn't expect that she had the talent to be a hairdresser.

In order to avenge herself, Jiang Tingxia changed into a new skirt and went out for a walk in the afternoon.

Seeing a group of women gathered together picking vegetables and chatting, she walked up to them, pretending to look at the scenery, and stopped.

Everyone was instantly attracted by Jiang Tingxia's novel outfit.

Everyone talked at once:

"Look, isn't that Li Changpu's wife?"

"What is she wearing?"

"I don't know, that's how people dress in movies."

“She has such beautiful hair!”

"Humph, what's so good about it? It looks like a goblin."

Someone came up to her curiously and said with a smile, "Girl, your hair is so nice, so black and shiny."

"This roll is also beautiful, so pretty, how did you make it?"

Jiang Tingxia was feeling very proud. This was exactly the effect she wanted. She wanted everyone to have the impression that she was fashionable and beautiful as she was now, and not the disheveled look she had felt after being smoked by the smoke at noon.

She smiled and replied, "I permed it myself."

The woman was full of envy and kept praising him, "You have really skillful hands."

Because Jiang Tingxia went completely crazy at noon, no one dared to say anything to her face. The dissatisfied people said to the woman who was talking to Jiang Tingxia in a sarcastic tone, "Dongmei, we are all women who live our lives here, and we don't mess around. If any of us go home with hair like this, the men and children at home will be scared to death."

Jiang Tingxia understood that although she was talking to Sister Dongmei, her words were directed at her.