High cold school grass, don't mess with me

Chapter 432 My Mr. Bo, Never See You Again 4
There was no unnecessary expression on Bo Annian's face, but his heart was aching, his hand holding the book became tighter and tighter, and his expression became colder and deeper!Breathing started to get heavy.

Cut off and start over, is it before cutting off theirs?

I thought over and over in my heart, just cut it, and it has nothing to do with him, but my heart became more and more heavy, depressed and blocked, and when I thought of the waist-length black hair flying in the wind, I was about to cut it...

Especially the sentence from the hair stylist at the back: Miss, I'm starting to cut...

Bo Annian's pupils shrank slightly, his hands clenched into fists, and the book was wrinkled as he grasped it tighter and tighter.

Suddenly, he saw the main plug on the right wall, that is, the main gate, his eyes deepened, and he stretched out his hand without hesitation and pulled it out...

All of a sudden, the barbershop where the lights were shining just now suddenly turned dark, and it was daytime now, although it was not so dark that they could not be seen, the sudden darkness still surprised everyone.
Whether it was shampooing, perming, or cutting hair, all the hairstylists stopped their movements in surprise,

"Hey, what's going on? Is there a power outage!"

"Excuse me, miss, please wait a moment,"

"What, there is a power outage, it affects the mood too much." A rich girl complained,
"Sorry, sorry everyone!" A man in his thirties was cutting Han Yixiang's hair. He put down the scissors and apologized loudly.

He said to Han Yixiang, "Wait a minute first,"

Go to the main gate.

He is the manager of the shop here, and because he is familiar with Han Yixiang, he took care of her by himself, but the shop assistant didn't know that's all.

He came to the side of the sofa, and beside him was a mature man, in a meticulous black suit, well-organized, with no expression on his face, like a sculpture, sitting in the dark space without saying a word. black leather sofa,

This must be some powerful family.

The store manager thought so in his heart, and he said politely and apologetically, "I'm sorry,"

Then, looking at the main gate on the wall, he let out an eh, and muttered to himself, "Why did the plug fall off..."

Picking up the plug from the ground, about to insert it into the plugboard,

At this time, a cold, low male voice came from the ear,

"If you cut her hair, you don't need to open this shop."

The store manager was stunned, then turned to look at the man on the sofa,

The man on the sofa also turned to look at him, his voice raised slightly, "Don't understand?"

The shop manager quickly realized that he was horrified. He nodded without hesitation, but he wondered,

"Can I ask, why? What's your relationship with that girl?"

"It doesn't matter!"

"Okay, I see," the store manager nodded, plugged in the plug, and the light turned on instantly. He walked to Han Yixiang's side,
She smiled and said, "Beautiful lady, I'm afraid I can't cut it for you today. There is something wrong and I need to solve it."

"It's okay, I'll come back tomorrow!"

The store manager quickly waved his hands, "Don't, don't, I can't let go of such beautiful hair. After this twists and turns, I can't let go. Just don't cut it,"

Han Yixiang shook her head. She had to cut it. This long hair always reminded her and laughed at her. She felt very sad when she saw it. Why not cut it to make everyone happy. Anyway...the long hair is useless, isn't it?
The store manager: "Then miss, don't look for me, my heart can't take it," his store can't take it...

Han Yixiang frowned, "It's not that you don't know, I've been used to you cutting my hair these few years,"

"Don't cut my eldest lady, it looks so good, maybe you will regret it if you cut it." He looked at the man on the sofa meaningfully,

Han Yixiang shook her head and smiled wryly, "No, I will never regret it." Maybe the person who made her regret has already brought her back.

　Continue to type, okay?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)