Tofu Xishi: General Mo ran

Chapter 52 Decui Building ([-])
An Qihe quickly waved his hand: "It's really not necessary. You can go and do your work. My injury has healed very quickly. You should save some money and collect more money to find a store."

Only then did Miao Douer sighed slightly, and the frustration just passed by for a moment, and when she raised her head, she smiled again: "Well, sir, you can rest at home, and I will be with Xiao Dumpling has gone to the county. If you have anything to do, call Xiaobaneng to come, and I call him to come and see you from time to time."

Miao Douer stood up, took out a light green jacket from the closet, which was light and convenient, but warm, and changed into it in front of An Qihe.Then he sat in front of the mirror again, trying to keep his head crossed.

In the past, Xiaodiaozi was responsible for Miao Douer's hair.Nowadays, there are too many things at home and not enough staff.Xiao Jiaozi was busy outside right now, and Miao Douer didn't want to bother her, so she fiddled with her hair repeatedly.

"Oh, it turns out that this braided hair is also a kind of knowledge..." Miao Dou'er, who had been braiding for a long time, but still hadn't done her hair, was a little discouraged. She shook her arms that were a little sore, and muttered.

When An Qihe saw it, a smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

"Come here, I'll give you a plate."

When Miao Douer heard it, a sweet smile burst out on his face: "Thank you, Mr.~"

She took the comb and hairpin, ran to the bed in a hurry, took a small stool and sat with her back to the head of the bed, and stuffed the comb and hairpin into An Qihe's hand.

An Qihe gently held Miao Dou'er's hair, which was as smooth and soft as black satin, a rare gentleness flashed on his face, and childhood memories appeared in his mind.

An Qihe's father was naturally also General An Qi.The iron-blooded warrior, when he returned home, he was still turned into a soft finger by An Qihe's mother.

When he was a child, An Qihe, who was small but quiet and sensible, could often see his father combing his mother's hair in the early morning.

In my memory, the tall and burly father loved to pick a branch of red plum outside the window and put it on the top of my mother's hair.

In his heart, this early morning, when the husband combs his wife's hair, a red plum in the black hair is the earliest memory of the relationship between husband and wife in An Qihe's heart.

Only when he was nine years old, his father—An Qihou, finally fulfilled his mission as a soldier—died in battle.

Since then, my mother, who has never combed her own hair, will never put flowers in her hair again.

An Qihe's combing skills are also practiced on her mother's hair.

However, this is the first time that he has used this skill on another woman besides his mother.

An Qihe skillfully combed Miao Dou'er into a chic lady's hairstyle, and then gently put the hairpin into the bun.

"Okay, let's go and have a look." There was tenderness in An Qihe's voice, he patted Miao Dou'er on the shoulder lightly, and said to her.

Like a cheerful bird, Miao Douer jumped to the front of the mirror with a huff, and looked left and right with a smile, with a sweetness like honey on his face.

"Hey, Mr. Xiang, you know how to comb your hair. From now on, Mr. Douer will comb Douer's hair, okay?"

An Qihe smiled and looked at Miao Douer in the mirror, and nodded slightly.

Miao Douer narrowed her eyes with a smile, turned around and rushed over, held An Qihe's face in her arms, and kissed An Qihe hard.

"Sister-in-law is the best! Get some rest, I'm leaving first." Miao Douer sneaked up on someone, then turned to the door in a flash, turned her head and smiled sweetly, opened the door and left after speaking.

An Qihe was left lying on the bed like a piece of wood. After a while, he gently raised his hand and touched his cheek.
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11.24 Fourth change

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