A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 996: Neurotic Master Zhuang

Zhuang Zhoucheng stood up and handed her the phone. Huo Yan searched the Internet for a bunch of fancy braiding techniques, with pictures and text, and handed it to Zhuang Zhoucheng.

“Hey, there are a lot of them. You can take a look.”

"Yo--"

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new world. It turned out that a girl's hair could be so varied and could be styled in so many ways without any hair accessories.

Zhuang Zhoucheng took a quick look and picked out the one he liked the most and copied it. He got the hang of it pretty quickly. What a clever and skillful man he is, one can only admire him.

Zhuang Zhoucheng is a tough man, but he is also very patient. After taking care of his daughter for a long time, his hands have become much gentler, and these delicate tasks are easy for him to handle.

"It's going to be hot, right?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at the braided hair with satisfaction, then loosened it and put her hair up on his head. He spent more than an hour fiddling with Huo Yan's hair, and he was so hungry that his stomach was growling.

"Mr. Zhuang, can we eat first?" Huo Yan asked, pulling Zhuang Zhoucheng's clothes.

"It will be ready soon, no rush." ​​Zhuang Zhoucheng laughed softly.

Secure the ends of your hair with clips.

"Did you hear my stomach growling?"

She was really hungry. She had been so tired these past two days. She thought she could finally have a good sleep after returning home, but she ended up being tortured by him like this.

Zhuang Zhou smiled sincerely, "Okay, it will be done soon... That's enough."

Huo Yan stood up, feeling dizzy for a moment. She shook her heavy head and touched the phone that Zhuang Zhoucheng handed to her.

"How about seeing it?"

"It looks great, time to eat."

Huo Yan nodded and took a look. It was okay. If the purpose of going through so much trouble was just to starve her, then she thought Zhuang Zhoucheng was deliberately making fun of her.

Zhuang Zhoucheng, holding his daughter, caught up with Huo Yan as he walked out the door:

"Autumn and winter are better. It's not hot when you have long hair."

Huo Yan walked downstairs happily, not paying any attention to what her man said. Such meaningless words were boring, so she just pretended not to hear them.

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Since Zhuang Zhoucheng learned this new skill, he has one more thing to do every day, which is to braid Huo Yan's hair.

Cute, charming, sweet, ladylike, girl-next-door, a variety of hairstyles come one after another.

Sometimes Huo Yan finds the hairstyles he creates incredible.

Because the most basic prerequisite for this matter is that men must have enough patience and meticulousness.

Anyway, if she is asked to do it, she may not be able to do it well.

Because he had become obsessed with hairstyles recently, Zhuang Zhoucheng started paying attention to the boutiques along the street after get off work. He would pull over, look outside the window, and then drag his wife out when he got home.

"Do you know what 'big eyelashes' mean?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked Huo Yan.

Some information came out of Huo Yan's mind a beat late, and he nodded reluctantly.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stuffed Huo Yan into the car and left with her, "Let's go out for a walk."

Zhuang Zhoucheng took off his coat and threw it on the back seat of the car. From his cool and stern face, it can be seen that the old man is in a good mood at the moment.

But Zhuang Zhoucheng was in a good mood, while Huo Yan was in a bad mood. What did he mean?

Did she say she was going out shopping?

Can you at least let her change her clothes?

"If we go out now, won't we get stuck in traffic?" Huo Yan whispered.

Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled and said, "No, let's go to Huadu Mall."

There are many jewelry stores on the pedestrian shopping street next to the mall, which look pretty good.

Zhuang Zhoucheng feels that if he keeps fiddling with his hair, even the most beautiful hairstyle will feel like it's missing something and will need some hair accessories to match it.

Huo Yan felt that Zhuang Zhoucheng was possessed, but it would have been fine if the man himself was possessed, but she not only had to contribute her head and hair, she also had to accompany him to wander around outside late at night.

The car stopped in the free parking lot of the mall. Zhuang Zhoucheng got out of the car and forcibly dragged out the woman who was unwilling to get out.

"It's so hot outside..."

Huo Yan muttered, his face full of reluctance.

"It will be fine once you get used to it. Let's go to the commercial street across the street."

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't give her time to resist and took her away.

Huo Yan was really going crazy because of this man:

"Mr. Zhuang, do you know that I haven't changed my clothes?"

I was unhappy. As soon as the man rushed in, he asked me to walk with him around the neighborhood, but who knew he would be dragged into the car.

It would be fine to just drag her into the car, but can't she wait in the car?

Zhuang Zhoucheng lowered his eyes and looked at her. Everything is fine. What's wrong?

"It's very good, just once in a while, it doesn't matter." Zhuang Zhoucheng whispered.

Huo Yan glared at him again and again.

How can men have as many problems as women?

How can a man understand the feeling of a woman going out without wearing underwear, which is equivalent to not wearing any clothes?

It’s not that Huo Yan wasn’t wearing any underwear. She was wearing sports sleep underwear, the kind that doesn’t adjust the shape of the breasts at all after wearing it.

You can wear it like this at home, but you can’t wear it like this when you go out, right?

I always feel something is wrong and my breast shape is not good enough.

But men cannot understand this, so in Zhuang Zhoucheng's opinion, his ancestor was just throwing a tantrum.

Huo Yan walked and muttered, refusing in all kinds of ways. The tall man dragged her like a little daughter who was in a bad mood. The two of them walked across the sidewalk, making a fuss but holding hands tightly.

"Oh my god, I really hate you doing this! Aren't you afraid of being photographed on the pedestrian street? You look like a decent person, but I'm embarrassed..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng held his young wife tightly in his arms, his strong arms around her small waist, looking at the red light, waiting to cross the last zebra crossing to the other side.

A lot of passers-by who were preparing to cross the street quickly gathered around me, mostly young people, and most of them were preparing to go to the other side.

Hearing his wife's humming, he lowered his eyes to look at her, gently touched her head and whispered:

"It's okay, I'm here. I'm blocking you if someone takes a picture, okay?"

Huo Yan raised her foot and kicked him, "I'm still wearing flat heels!"

Zhuang Zhoucheng leaned over and kissed her on the cheek as if no one was around.

"Be good, it's okay."

I know that the little beast loves beauty very much now. Whenever he goes out, he must dress up carefully. It hurts his eyes to see him, but it’s better this way.

While waiting for the red light, Zhuang Zhoucheng quickly and skillfully styled Huo Yan's hair and fixed it with the hairpin on her head.

Huo Yan grabbed Zhuang Zhoucheng's clothes, pulled them, and said:

"You can go."

"Ah."

Zhuang Zhoucheng touched the back of her hot neck, then took Huo Yan's hand and walked to the other side.

Zhuang Zhoucheng would take Huo Yan with him whenever he went into any gold shop, without shying away from the public's gazes.

Huo Yan cursed Zhuang Zhoucheng in her heart. This man must have done it on purpose. He was so righteous, but what about her?

Did other people look at her strangely because they thought she was his nanny?

The first store Zhuang Zhoucheng entered, he bought a hat for Huo Yan, the brim of which covered half of her face, and asked her if she wanted a mask or sunglasses.

"Face mask!"

Huo Yan spoke subconsciously.