How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1294 Little Pudding, My Husband Is Calling You Home 11 From the looks of it, it seems to be the one from the second master's house.

He obviously didn't say anything, and he didn't even look this way, but after serving the man for a long time, some information can be received with just a little induction.

He smiled gently: "Yes, of course."

Pudding stuffed the last mouthful of steamed buns into his mouth, and his eyes were beaming: "Thank you, Uncle Song."

She came from a humble background, was sold into Mu's house when she was young, could only eat one meal a day, and was often bullied by other colleagues, but this did not seem to have caused any psychological shadow on her.

This little girl who has just turned 18 is sunny and romantic, neither arrogant nor humble, just like a flower blooming from a cliff, tenacious and brilliant.

People with this kind of personality are rare even in Liangcheng, let alone Mu Zhai, who is intriguing and shrouded in gloom.

It's really a different kind of existence.

……

Second floor balcony.

A ghostly black figure appeared silently: "She brought a woman, and the two climbed over the wall to come in. It looks like the one from the second master's family."

The red wine glass was hidden in the mist, and with a slight push, it went over the railing and fell on the lawn downstairs.

The man who is as elegant and handsome as the breeze and the moon just said indifferently: "Let her go."

This decision seems somewhat ambiguous.

The black shadow quietly disappeared behind him.

……

Pudding ate one steamed bun on the way, and wrapped the other steamed bun in a paper bag, stuffed it into his pocket and brought it back to the attic.

The woman seemed to have been greatly frightened, and she was still cowering in the corner. Her long black hair curled under her feet, almost covering her entire face. She really looked like a woman who had just emerged from a corner. ghost.

If I hadn't been mentally prepared, I'm afraid I'd be scared and faint again.

She handed over the steamed buns, and the woman was probably very hungry, so she immediately stretched out her skinny hand to take it.

She ate in a hurry, but she didn't gobble it up, as if she had received an excellent education in table manners.

Gee tut.

Pudding picked up a handful of long hair that was more than one meter long, and shook his head.

She thought that no one in this world had a worse life than her. It turns out that the outside world is so terrifying, and Liangcheng is too unfriendly to their women.

"Hey, how long has it been since you cut your hair, can this long hair be used as a rope, okay? Shall I cut it for you?"

The woman concentrated on eating the steamed buns, and only nodded when she heard the words.

Pudding quickly brought the scissors. She has never had any rights in this Muzhai, and no one trims her hair when it grows. She has cut it in front of the mirror a few times, but her hands are broken. The ugly one is no different from a ghost.

After going back and forth, he simply took advantage of the time when the god damned came back to draw her blood every month, forcing him to cut his hair, but not to cut or to draw her.

Why did she give him the blood she worked so hard to raise a steamed bun every day for no reason? What's wrong with asking him to fix her hair?
A haircut, a tube of blood, no matter what, he took advantage of it, okay?

Tiansha's personality is a bit gloomy, but fortunately he is easy to talk when he is in a good mood. Basically, he threatens 5 times on average, and one of them succeeds.

In this way, it can be repaired two or three times a year.

……

He took the scissors and clicked a few times, and cut her waist-length hair directly, and then trimmed it in a decent way. Although it is still not very good-looking, at least it is not so scary.

(End of this chapter)