Chapter 960

If this is what annoys him, the fact that she was kidnapped and abused on her way to the hospital because she saw the news and worried about him is the catalyst.

Let him understand that he can't see her hurt, not at all.

"What are you looking at me all the time? Do I have words on my face? Or am I right?" Wu Xuewei was greatly dissatisfied with his distracted eyes and complained with her clothes.

"Change your clothes." Feng churui helplessly helped her forehead, pushed her restless head back, and closed the bathroom door.

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After changing her clothes, Feng churui drove her to a hair salon where only customers with VIP cards can enter.

"Good morning, mayor! Why are you free today, a haircut or...?" As soon as I swiped my card into the door, a hairdresser greeted me.

"No." Feng churui pushed Wu Xuewei, who was looking at interior decoration, forward: "dye her hair black and cut her flat bangs."

"The young lady has a good face and fair complexion. She doesn't need to dye yellow to match her complexion. Compared with the Queen's middle score, her black waist length hair and flat bangs will better suit your temperament. Mayor, please wait a moment. I'll make the young lady's hair perfect." The hairdresser said humbly, and a clerk came and led him to the VIP waiting area.

Feng churui raised his hand to touch Wu Xuewei, who was very obedient, and told him, "cooperate well, I'll wait for you."

Wu Xuewei nodded depressed. Seeing that she agreed, Feng churui went to the waiting area. She was not often active in S City, so the hairdresser couldn't recognize her identity, so she made an invitation gesture, "Miss, please come with me."

After tossing for three hours, Wu Xuewei appeared in front of Feng churui with a new hairstyle. He was reading a magazine. He noticed a look, so he raised his head. This look made him happy.

The long, smooth hair hangs around the waist, and under the flat bangs of the circular arc, there are those smart water eyes. The tip of the upturned nose is delicate and playful, and the ruddy mouth is suffused with a layer of glittering and translucent water light, like an attractive cherry.

Looking at him smiling at herself, Wu Xuewei awkwardly picked up two tufts of hair to sweep, then looked up and saw that he was still laughing. She stamped her feet with dissatisfaction: "Uncle Feng!"

After reading it for so long, it's better to say whether it's good-looking or not.

It makes her nervous to laugh all the time.

"Huh?" Feng churui stood up, took out his card and asked the waiter to check out. He came to her. His generous big palm fell on the top of her hair and rubbed it gently. In his noble voice, there was a trace of satisfaction: "it's very beautiful."

That's what she was.

He was the one who was praised, especially the one who praised him. Wu Xuewei secretly enjoyed herself for a while, and then she didn't know what modesty was, and said brazenly, "I think so, too."

"Ha ha..." he laughed. His low and deep laughter was like the most mellow wine, which intoxicated her. He added: "well, it's very beautiful. So don't spoil your hair with messy colors in the future."

"There is no mess. Is yellow beautiful? Many people in the United States have beautiful yellow hair." Wu Xuewei held her fist and argued for her dead yellow hair. The clerk settled the bill and came over and handed him the card.