419 Lovers: President Leng's Crazy Night

Easy sigh:

"I'm convinced. Go change your clothes. I'll take you to dinner first, and then get your hair done. I promise to make you more beautiful than before."

Su Mumu was overjoyed, and went upstairs bouncing up and down, when she suddenly thought of something and turned to look at him:

"Do hair first, then eat."

She doesn't want to go to the restaurant with such a cursive head to embarrass her face! ! ! [

……

The hair stylist is worthy of being a hair stylist. When Su Mumu looked at her brand-new hairstyle, she only wanted to send four words to that sissy hair stylist - neurotic.

The bangs were ruined, so it was better to destroy them even more thoroughly, just not to bangs, so that she looked like a split person, with a crew cut from the front, and long hair fluttering from the back.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it means that men are not men and women are not women, Su Mumu wants to cry even more.

This hairstyle is not shameful, but it is too weird!

On the other hand, Jian Jian smiled very satisfied, and said that it was good, of course he thought it was good, his wife was going to work tomorrow, with such a head on her head, that man would still like her.

Su Mumu didn't know the little things in his heart, but he was just groping around on the fixed hair, his heart was cold, the more he looked at it, the more weird he felt, and the more he didn't want to admit that the person in the mirror was her Own.

People's boyfriends always dress up their girlfriends beautifully. Why does it seem to be the opposite when it comes to Jianjian?

Or is she just not beautiful?

With a sad heart, Su Mumu ate dinner with great sorrow under the eyes of everyone, and then returned home very decadent.

bed>

Jian Jian saw that she was in a surprisingly good mood, and Bara came over and asked:

"Honey, what kind of porridge will you cook for me tomorrow?"

Su Mumu gave him a white look: "What kind of porridge do you drink, the northwest wind is almost the same."

She was like this, and he still wanted to eat.

She stretched out her hand and pushed his body away politely, took the clothes spontaneously and went to take a shower and sleep.

While washing and washing, Jian Jian actually followed in. Su Mumu was not so pretentious now, she just stretched out her legs to kick him, who knew that the floor was slippery, she couldn't stand firmly for a while, and she was about to fall down with a split.

Jian Jian grabbed her in time, and he was indeed sweating from fright.

"Don't be awkward, the new hairstyle is pretty good, maybe you can lead the trend!" [

"Fuck your head." Su Mumu stood up and glared at him angrily.

Seeing the jade porcelain-like woman wriggling in front of her, Jian Jian followed suit, peeled off her clothes and stuck them on.

"Go away." Su Mumu was in a bad mood and hated him. "My relatives haven't left yet. Don't make yourself angry and let me handle it. Let me tell you, I have prepared scissors."

Jian Jian was struck with black lines, "Honey, you can really figure it out."

"I'm giving me a BMW electric car, why can't I give you scissors?" Su Mumu snorted twice, slapped the male's abs, pushed him away, and went to hook a bath towel to go out.

With Wen Xiangnuanyu in her arms, if President Jian sits still in her arms, she won't even need scissors.

The relatives are not gone, they also have a lot of ways to carry out the house>

Unceasing ambiguity, unceasing panting, unceasing sensuality, the crackling sound of liquid colliding with each other... In the smoky bathroom, Su Mumu was still compromised.