Qin Muhan said with a livid face, "You know, my company still has a lot of work waiting for me to handle. I can't stay with you twenty-four hours a day."
Besides, he has a wife.
In the future, he will have children with Wushuang.
He can't just ignore his wife and children because of Lin Muxue, right?
Lin Muxue noticed Qin Muhan's impatience and coldness, and apologized with a choked voice:
"I'm sorry, Brother Mu Han, it's my fault. When I think of Chu Feng leaving, I will have uncontrollable depression."
"When I get sick, I suddenly feel that life is boring again. When I'm in a bad mood, my stomach will hurt."
"When I feel uncomfortable, I can't believe anyone. I can only think of Chu Feng telling me that you are the most reliable. I can't believe anyone but you."
"That's why I cling to you eagerly."
She sobbed and said: "I know that I am a burden as long as I live."
"I will control my condition in the future and find ways not to disturb you as much as possible."
"Go and do your work! Goodbye."
Lin Muxue choked up her words and hung up the phone without waiting for Qin Muhan's reply.
Qin Muhan heard Lin Muxue's crying words, and suddenly thought of Chu Feng's entrustment before his death, and felt a little unbearable.
He called back again.
After a while, Qin Muhan hung up the phone and turned towards the bathroom.
now.
Mo Wushuang had just finished brushing his teeth and washing his face, and was combing his waist-length black hair, which was as shiny as silk and as beautiful as silk.
As soon as Qin Muhan walked into the bathroom, he saw a stunning picture, as if a beauty in a painting had come into reality.
At this moment, Mo Wushuang's unpainted little face was white and flushed, as delicate and tender as a newly blooming lotus, and so beautiful that it was indescribable.
The action of combing her long hair is obviously so ordinary and natural, but every move she makes when combing her hair is full of indescribable charm, which is particularly touching.
"Let me comb your hair!"
Qin Muhan couldn't help but walked behind Mo Wushuang and took the comb from Mo Wu's hands.
Mo Wushuang turned his head and looked at Qin Muhan suspiciously: "Can you comb your hair?"
Qin Muhan coughed and replied seriously: "I know how. I comb my own hair myself."
Mo Wushuang: "..."
After twitching the corner of her mouth, she reached out to take the comb back from Qin Muhan's hand:
"How short is your hair? You'd better give me the comb back and let me comb my hair myself!"
"I've been losing a lot of hair recently. If you hurt me a second time, I can't afford it."
She doesn’t want to be a bald girl yet.
Qin Muhan heard Mo Wushuang's doubtful words and quickly assured:
"I combed my mommy's hair, and I promise I won't let your hair get hurt."
As he spoke, Qin Muhan couldn't put it down and touched Mo Wushuang's silk-like, black and long hair:
"Your hair feels so thick and you're not bald at all. You don't have to worry."
"Who said I was worried that I would become bald?" Mo Wushuang retorted subconsciously.
As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately covered her mouth in annoyance.
It's terrible! She accidentally said what was on her mind.
Mo Wushuang coughed:
"Ahem... I mean, could you please comb your hair? I'm not worried about going bald at all. My hair is very thick and thick."
Qin Muhan looked at Mo Wushuang's annoyed look and couldn't help but chuckle:
"Okay, I promise to give you a hairstyle that suits you very well."
Although he only tied braids for his mother when he was a child, for a genius like him who has a photographic memory and learns everything quickly...
Tying your hair is a very simple thing.
With absolute confidence, Qin Muhan held a comb behind Mo Wushuang and carefully combed Mo Wushuang's waist-length hair.
Mo Wushuang also had absolute trust in Qin Muhan. He took out his mobile phone directly from his pajamas pocket and checked the WeChat messages of the male models.
She used a small computer program to skillfully answer the male models' questions, and skillfully asked a few questions that the male models would not easily discover were investigating customer information.
Now, she checks WeChat messages just to test the results and see if she can come up with effective answers.
Ten minutes later.
Qin Muhan's beautiful forehead was covered with sweat, and Mo Wushuang said helplessly:
"Hasn't it been tied yet?"
"If you don't know how to tie your hair, you don't have to force yourself. You should let me tie your hair myself, right?"
Qin Muhan said depressedly and helplessly:
"Now I seem to finally understand why your hair looked so weird before."
"Turns out, combing your hair is a very difficult thing to do."
“If you don’t master the technique of tying your hair, the result could be disastrous.”
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Mo Wushuang's chicken coop-like hair in distress.
Obviously, not long ago, he saw Mo Wushuang's hair as smooth and delicate as black satin, but now?
He could only see a mess of hair like a chicken coop, hovering on Mo Wushuang's head.
When Mo Wushuang heard Qin Muhan's answer, he put down his phone and looked up at the makeup mirror.
Looking at himself in the makeup mirror with a chicken coop on his head, Mo Wushuang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth:
"Is this what you call knowing how to tie your hair?"
Qin Muhan lowered his head in shame. His handsome face, as handsome as a god, was full of sadness and sadness, as well as an unspeakable regret:
"Honey, I didn't perform well this time. I will definitely perform well next time."
Mo Wushuang: "..."
Thank you, no need!
She took the comb from Qin Muhan's hand, and in just a few minutes, her hair was neatly combed and tied into a very beautiful high ponytail and fishbone braid.
Such Mo Wushuang looks pure, moving and full of vitality, which is particularly attractive.
Qin Muhan picked up Mo Wushuang's fishbone braid and looked around for a while, with a serious look on his face:
"Honey, your hair is tied wrongly. I remember that the braid is not like this."
"..." Mo Wushuang turned his head and glanced at Qin Muhan, took his fishbone braid back from Qin Muhan's hand, and then replied calmly:
"You're right, because that's not how the braids are done."
"I've finished washing up. You can take your time and wash up yourself!"
After Mo Wushuang finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave.
At this time, Qin Muhan suddenly reached out and grabbed Mo Wushuang's wrist, and said seriously:
"Then your hair is tied wrongly, why don't you quickly take it apart and tie it again?"
"No need." Mo Wushuang replied while packing his things.
Qin Muhan said anxiously:
"Aren't you afraid that people will laugh at you when you go out like this?"
Mo Wushuang twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at Qin Muhan's anxious face in a funny way, and said calmly:
"Brother Han, don't worry! No one will laugh at me, because..."
