Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"Hello, Jiang Zhi."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

His birth score makes him want to hit someone.

"Anything?" Zhou Xufang asked him.

Her voice has become much softer, not as cold and distant as when she first answered the phone. Jiang Zhi felt more comfortable now, and then slowed down her voice: "I added a scene temporarily, and an extra is needed."

She didn't even think about it: "I'm not free now."

She refused!

She actually refused!

Jiang Zhi got up from the recliner, the blanket on his leg slipped to the ground because of his hurried movements, he coughed a few times, his cheeks were sickly red, such an angry and anxious appearance, it was even more beautiful than applying Fendai. A few minutes, just a pair of eyes, there is a kind of coldness of the family nobleman: "Where are you?"

Zhou Xufang replied five to ten: "I am on Qamdo Road." He also said, "I am doing a part-time job."

He was busy making money again, and he couldn't even see her.

Jiang Zhi scratched the can of milk that he had been holding in his hand: "Twenty thousand, are you coming?"

It's not money, he has more.

Sure enough, Zhou Xufang was very interested in making money: "Can I go there in two hours?" Her voice became lighter, and she was very happy.

She is more passionate about money than he is.

Jiang Zhi vigorously scratched the milk can: "Come on!"

The tone is fierce.

Zhou Xufang replied: "Okay."

Then Jiang Zhi hung up the phone.

Zhou Xufang stared at the number for a few seconds, then saved it, and started typing the two words Jiang Zhi, which was deleted by her and replaced with the seven words "The Most Beautiful Beauty in the World".

At this time, the owner of the hair salon came over. He was in his thirties, dressed very fashionable, and dyed his grandma's green hair. He was Fang Ideal's cousin, Cheng Zinc, and the chief hair stylist of the salon.

Zhou Xufang glanced at the potion in Cheng Zinc's hand and hesitated: "Can I not use this color?"

Cheng Xin called her baby naturally and said with a smile: "This color suits you best, you believe me, it will definitely be delicious after dyeing."

Zhou Xufang didn't believe him very much, but he offered a high price of five thousand for the money...

She said, "Okay."

Two hours later, Zhou Xufang arrived on the set. Because of the strong wind, she wore a mask and hat, revealing a pair of dark and ink-splattered eyes-like a lone wolf in the desert.

Fang Ideal stared at her for ten seconds, with a look similar to shock in his eyes.

"Ideal." Zhou Xufang called her.

Fang Ideal jumped back, hugging his body a lot in the play, and was startled: "Who are you?"

Zhou Xufang took off the mask and the hat: "It's me."

Or the slightly paralyzed and very cold face, the fluffy, casually curled hair... Fang Ideal couldn't help but touched it: "Is this my cousin dyed you?"

Zhou Xufang unaccustomed to pressing the top of his head hair: "Yeah."

"What color is this called?"

"Matte blue."

It is a frosty matte blue, mixed with a little granny gray color, the length of the ears, and a medium curl at the end of the hair. It is very casual, a little messy, and a little bit playful in the cold.

Decadent and beautiful.

It was Zhou Xufang who was right.

Fang Ideal swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She dared not look at it again. She was afraid that she would bend. She called her cousin: "Cousin, I also want to dye matte blue, and I also want to have Xu Fang's hairstyle."

On the phone, Cheng Zin attacked her unceremoniously: "You can be controlled by anyone? I will dye you a green of forgiveness when I turn around."

Fang Ideal: "..."

Why do you keep this kind of cousin?

"Zhou Xufang."

Suddenly someone yelled, gasping for breath and coughing.

It was Jiang Zhi. He didn't know when he came here or how long he had been standing in the crowd. When Zhou Xufang turned his head to look at him, he was also looking at her.

She agreed.

He glanced at her hair: "You come with me."

Zhou Xufang followed Jiang Zhi to the lounge.

He sent Ah Wan out and closed the door, his expression and temperament had been nurtured by generations of nobles, "Why do you dye your hair?"

Zhou Xufang was a safe distance away from him: "I work as a hair model in a hair salon."

He stared at her hair for a long while, then stared at her eyes again: "Zhou Xufang."

Her expression was dumb: "Yeah."

He walked towards her a few steps, his eyes were like a net, wrapped around her densely: "Can you give me a hug?"

She thought for a long time and shook her head.

Can't hold, she has a secret and must hide it tightly, so she is always close to different people, always hiding in an inconspicuous place alone, always not looking at others, not letting people look at her face.

Jiang Zhi is already an exception.

She seriously refused: "No."

Jiang Zhi seemed to have expected it, and took another step towards her calmly: "Since you disagree, you can only use the strong one." He stretched out his hand and dragged her into his arms.