The devil is coming, please be careful

Chapter 781

In addition to calling the photographer, Qin Shuying also called a stylist at the same time. He thought that Rong Xuan's waist-length hair was fine, but it was too eye-catching.

The stylist is a man who dresses up like a woman. When he first saw Rong Xuan, he was astonished. Immediately, his eyes were red and he was eager to try. He wished he could do it right away and dress up Rong Xuan.

As a result, when the stylist walked towards Rong Xuan with the scissors, his legs were nailed to the ground and he dared not move.

The stylist shamefully went limp.

It's really the teacher's eyes that are too scary.

The stylist held up the scissors, wanting to cry but not crying.

Qin Shuying coughed dryly, remembering that she cut it first and played it later, and she hadn't told Rong Xuan about the haircut before, she immediately wanted to slap herself, "Well, it's like this——"

Rong Xuan's phoenix eyes were slightly closed, the ancient well was calm and as cold as a cold pool, "You want to cut my hair?"

Qin Shuying nodded dully, "Yes, is your hair too long?"

Rong Xuan frowned, "Do you dare to cut?"

Qin Shuying shrunk his neck and said honestly, "No, I dare not."

Only then was Rong Xuan slightly satisfied, and continued to sit on the sofa like a gentleman, holding the remote control to tune a station for a while.

Qin Shuying raised her hand to wipe it away, sweating on her brow, secretly waved to the stylist, signaling him to leave quickly.

The stylist looked at Rong Xuan reluctantly, then at Rong Xuan, and then at Rong Xuan, but refused to leave.

Qin Shuying's face darkened slightly, and she thought to herself that this person is really desperate for sex, "Go, go, go, go!"

Seeing Qin Shuying's ugly face, the stylist knew that he could not offend the young master of the Qin family, so he reluctantly left.

The photographer held out Erkang's hand to the stylist, wishing he could go with him.

It was taken for granted that the photographer would not be able to leave. He lowered his head and prepared everything tremblingly.

Rong Xuan frowned at those strange things, although he had doubts, he didn't bother to ask, anyway, he expected that Qin Shuying would not dare to harm him, so he sat on the stool according to the photographer's request.

Looking at Rong Xuan's impeccable and impeccable face through the lens, the photographer silently suppressed the wonder in his heart, and said cautiously: "Sir, please sit upright, yes, and lower to the left."

Rong Xuan adjusted his posture expressionlessly according to the photographer's request.

In the next second, the flash lights suddenly turned on.

Rong Xuan narrowed his eyes subconsciously, but in just a breath, he was already violent, and he grabbed the photographer's neck with one hand, "Looking for death!" The two words were as cold as ice, piercing to the bone.

When the photographer was lifted up by Rong Xuan with one hand, he was still in a daze. He kicked his legs, his face was flushed red, and the feeling of suffocation came like a tide.

Qin Shuying was also frightened by this unexpected scene, and when he noticed the photographer's embarrassment that his soul was about to leave his body, he immediately came back to his senses and hurriedly shouted: "Let go, let go! He has no malice!"

Rong Xuan tilted his head slightly, staring deeply at Qin Shuying, unmoved.

Qin Shuying's scalp tingled from being watched, and once again deeply realized Rong Xuan's power, he took a deep breath, and said in a trembling voice: "Really, he has no malice towards you, it was just a flashlight just now."

Rong Xuan didn't think Qin Shuying was lying. Although he didn't know what it means to turn off the lights, he still let go.

The poor photographer just fell straight to the ground, lying there for a long time and couldn't recover.

Qin Shuying hurried forward, squatted down, and shook the photographer, "Hey, are you okay?"

(End of this chapter)